Snape was stern with his instructions. "Hold onto my arm and don't remove it."

I do as instructed and hold onto his arm, without any knowledge of what will happen when I did as told. My gut feeling was embrace for transportation.

My eyes tightly close while I tighten my embrace. Unfortunately for Snape, claw marks, will be left on his arm without a doubt. The entire transportation made my stomach feel as if it was in my throat. Here's to praying that I don't get sick. Sickness was something I was not a fan of, and if I were, then hell would be on cards.

"We're here and keep yourself hidden until I tell you to come out."

The Malfoy Mansion was somewhere full of mystery. For what it was worth, I fully understood, how it was a stunning masterpiece, but I wouldn't be surprised if it had some darkness to its beauty. I was going to follow carefully onto the instructions. There was a reason that I had a companion while travelling to families' home.

A Weasley was easily spotted by their pale face, blue eyes, and their fiery hair, and so to avoid being spotted I put on my cloak. The hood was keeping me safe.

"Drink this, Cedrella Sallow and don't talk unless spoken too."

A glass bottle was passed towards me waiting for me to take it. I paused, only accepting after being disgusted first, and by instruction took a big swig of the potion. This was what Malfoy suggested in the letter but I never took it seriously. It tastes like Goblin piss. Never again! Never again!

My middle name was becoming more and more likeable because of its use. Don't ask me why, but I was beginning to believe that my grandmother was such a badass.

I can understand now why someone would want to defy all of what their surname means to the nation. Surnames mean nothing until someone makes it.

My face stretches into an uncomfortable form bringing it outside of its usual form. Within seconds, I could sense something was different, and I have a feel of my face's structure to find it's bigger with softer structures.

"I'm I... my grandmother?" I ask, just out of curiosity.

"No... a Slytherin student who has no social status," responds Snape.

I defended the girl. "You shouldn't defy someone's worth based on statue."

Even though, I knew, status means someone has more power, say of how things are done, in our alternate reality of the world. People thrive on your knowledge of blood and where you stand in that inner circle. You're nothing if you're not in the Sacred-Twenty Eight.

My family tore themselves out of the pureblood names making them disowned, through the connections of other family trees. That's why people dislike our name so much because we did the right thing.

I wonder, if by chance, we stayed, if the money would not be an issue within our household. That's the curious and curiouser part of all of this experiment. It didn't have any issues for me but it would solve a lot of troubles.

Our family living comfortably was not something that stands up. Because it was not desired, money means nothing, and the strength in our bond matters more. There was no way I was going to argue against these morals in which I was raised in.

My silence was not from orders.

My silence was because of my beliefs. I no longer wished to discuss the manner of status and blood as it did not mean much to me.

That's why these Sacred-Twenty Eight matter, so much to the population, because it has purity within in their blood.

Our family was with pure blood, but our next generation, wasn't going to let that continue on and many will marry those deemed less than. Less than doesn't cut it. I don't think someone was less than because of blood. That's not how things should be measured against. It's personality and the love one holds for someone else and that's what should matter within a relationship.

Though, the irony wasn't to be lost, if I were to marry, say Malfoy, then I would be disowned by my family without question. I believe if one changed their personality it might be different.

Do not confuse my thoughts as a fact because I did not love Draco Malfoy. Merely showing the process, of how one morals could be seen as bad from either direction and with a lot of irony behind its measures.

"Speak when spoken to," says Snape, voice quiet. "Mistakes are not welcome here."

"I see how Malfoy gets his demeanour," I snark in retaliation. "Hold him up to a perfect level, and cannot be anything else."

I wince as Snape's hand smacks the back of my head.

It wasn't lost on me on why he wasn't a well liked professor.

"You can't hit a student!"

"Tough luck, I just did."

"Ah -- Professor Snape and Cedrella Sallow -- pleasure to meet you both," said a slimy servant, pale and full of grease. The man bows as he opens the door wider for us to both comfortably walk through. "Her Ladyship and his Lordship are waiting for you in the Drawing Room."

No mention of an heir, I wonder why.

It's as if we've travelled back in time into the Victorian Era.