Slytherin Secrets

Hello again!
I finished this chapter much quicker than I thought I would.
I just couldn't seem to stop writing.
Anyway, thanks so much for the reviews! I'm glad you're liking it!
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Still don't have a beta, so any mistakes are mine. Sorry.

Oh, and there are a few things I thought I should mention for the timeline and stuff:
1. Takes place during Harry's 6th year, so ignore HBP.
2. Sirius is not dead, and will be paired with Remus.
3. If you like Dumbledore, Ron, and Hermione, you might not like this story. And,
4. This is definitely MPreg, if that's not your cup of tea, don't read.

Now, on to the story....
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Chapter 2


“What about Harry?” Anna mocked, “Harry, Harry, Harry! That’s all you friggin’ hear about around here these days! Well, let me tell you something, Albus Dumbledore! I don’t give a flying fuck about Harry Fucking Potter!”
“That may be,” Dumbledore replied, eyes twinkling, “but, at least stay the night and let us discuss things more rationally in the morning, please.”
Anna snorted, “Fine! But, I’m staying in the dungeons with Sev!” Then she turned and stomped out of the hall, muttering under her breath.
Snape scowled, but said nothing. For a moment it seemed like he was going to continue eating, but his head shot up suddenly and, robe billowing, he exited the Great Hall.
“Well, wasn’t that exciting,” Dumbledore said, twinkling, and continued his meal.

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Later, Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat in the by the fire, waiting for stragglers to make their way to bed. Ron and Hermione sat on a couch, curled together, and Harry sat on the floor, leaning against it. As the last Gryffindor went up to bed Ron asked, “What did you think of her?”
“The woman at dinner? Well, she was kind of rude to Dumbledore, don’t you think?” Hermione answered.
“But, she’s gorgeous!”
“And very young, she has to be in her early twenties, but I don’t remember her as a student. Plus, she had an American accent. Harry, what do you think?”
“Well,” he began, “did you notice how Snape reacted to her?”
“What do you mean?” Ron asked, confused.
Hermione rolled her eyes, “He was glaring the whole time, but when she called him Sev, he didn’t say anything.”
Harry added, “He didn’t say anything about her staying with him either.”
“Maybe they know each other,” Ron suggested, then, looking horrified, “You don’t think they’re dating, do you?”
Harry shrugged, “That’s not the impression I got, but you never know.”
“Well, one thing's for sure,” Hermione said, “she knows you, Harry.”
“Yeah,” Ron added, “and she didn’t seem too fond of you, mate.”
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The next morning Anna once again interrupted a meal when she pushed her open the doors halfway through breakfast. Many students were surprised to see her as the odds had been against her surviving the night with Snape. “Wow,” Ron whispered to Harry, “she survived, in fact, Snape looks worse than she does.”
Hermione glared at him from across the table and he pouted, but said nothing else.
He’s right, thought Harry; Snape definitely looked more tired than usual, and hadn’t eaten a single bite of his breakfast, just sipped cup after cup of coffee.
Dumbledore opened his mouth to speak, but Anna waved her hand and beat him to it, “Don’t say one word to me until I’ve had my coffee, Albus.”
A steaming cup appeared in her hand, “Gotta love those houselves,” she said as she sipped, “Now, what do you want, Albus.”
“Why don’t we wait until after breakfast and we can talk in my office?”
“Not happening. Either tell me now, or I go home. Your choice.”
Dumbledore frowned, “Very well. As I said before, we need a Defense Against the Dark Arts Profess-”
Anna interrupted, “I already said no.”
Dumbledore frowned harder, “yes, yes, you already have a job. You teach Defense Against the Dar Arts at Merlin Academy in New York. I don’t see why-”
“Wrong,” she interrupted, again, “I teach Muggle and Wizardry Studies at Merlin Academy.”
“But,” more frowning, “a Professor Kai teaches DADA, you are now Professor Anna Kai, are you not?”
She shrugged, “Yep. That’s me. But, I don’t teach DADA, my husband does.”
“Husband?”
“Yep,” Anna smiled, evilly, “that’s what happens when you get married. You get a new name, and a new person to get on your nerves. I’m sorry; did your informant forget that part?”
“How long have you been married?”
“Ten years. And we aren’t getting anywhere, so I’m outta here.”
With that said, she turned and started walking back toward the door.
Dumbledore stood up, “Lilith Annabella Malfoy Snape Kai, don’t you dare walk out that door.”

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Well, it's a little longer.
I'm trying to make chapters longer, promise.
Anyway, Chapter three is started, but I don't know when I'll have time to finish it.
Thanks for reading, now please review. (It makes me happy.)
Sarain