My name is Jennifer Snape, but all my friends call me Jen. Before you get ahead of yourself, no, I'm not married to Severus Snape. That would be disgusting. Because he's my father. AU Please RR
Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognize. Except Snape J …. Ok, ok, so maybe J.K. Rowling does own Snape, but I can dream cant I?
It was another usual day in my life. Wake up, eat breakfast, study, eat lunch, and then wish my life was different until whichever one of my parents arrived home first. Most people would consider me lucky to have both parents, and I guess in a way, I am. But life isn't exactly easy when both of your parents are spies.
My dad has been a spy the longest. Severus Snape. So-called "Death Eater", and current potions master of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Coincidentally, the school my parents are refusing to let me attend. I'm being "home schooled" because it would be "dangerous" for me to be in a place where I am so "easily accessible". What the hell ever. Even the REAL death eaters' kids go to Hogwarts. Dad really was a death eater at one point long, long ago, but I guess when he stopped and looked around he realized how horrible it all was.
Mom is a spy as well. Sarah Snape. She is the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts. Strangely enough, everyone knows they are married, but no one wonders why I don't attend school there. Aside from Uncle Dumbledore and Aunt Minerva. And of course the death eaters. They all inquired about it long ago. Mom and Dad told Voldemort that they didn't want me going to school with muggleborn scum. They told Uncle Dumbledore and Aunt Minerva the truth, and of course they sided with me, saying they thought it would be a good thing for me. The general public believes that I prefer to be home schooled. As if.
I flat out hate my life. I can't have any real friends, kind of hard to do when your parents are in the business of espionage. The death eaters' kids are "friends" but I really can't stand most of them. And I can't attend Hogwarts where I'm sure I would meet real friends.
If I had to say so myself, I think I'm pretty average in appearance. I got my mom's blue eyes, and my dad's dark hair, though I take better care of mine. I'm not very pale, nor am I tan. More in the middle I guess. Intellectually however, I'm quite different from most people my age. I have been a master occlumens since I was 11. Not that I had any choice. It was a necessity that I learned to keep others out of my mind.
My parents are really on the good side of this war, and if the dark side ever found out, it would be a certain death for all of us. It was a bit of a liability for me to know this, so my father made me learn occlumency.
I hate having to pretend. It makes me sick to my stomach. Sometimes it's necessary for my parents to have meetings at our house on spinners end, and of course I have to be cordial and greet all of the disgusting people they are entertaining that evening. The worst by far is Bellatrix Lestrange. She is truly demented and for some reason, though she not-so-secretly hates my parents, she adores me. Tells me how I will be such a good servant to the dark lord, and how I'm going to follow in Auntie Bella's (her nickname, NOT mine) footsteps. Times like these are the ones I'm thankful for a strong gag reflex. I'd fling myself off the astronomy tower tomorrow, no questions asked, if I thought I was going to turn out like her.
So I have already checked off everything on my to do list today, aside from wishing my life was different. Because I have an even better plan for that time today. I can't wait to see the look on my mothers face when she gets then owl from the bank informing her that I took 100 Galleons out of my savings account. Tonight will be… interesting.
A/N: I know this was a short chapter but it's really just a test run. This story has been floating around in my head for quite some time. Please review and let me know what you think. Thanks!