I wrote this story just for fun. I always viewed Snape as the soft gentle man he played in Sense and Sensibility, so I wanted to write a romance with Snape being gentle, instead of wild and controlling like all the other stories. I can't promise any smut scenes, so I wouldn't expect any.
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England
That's where we were going. We didn't really have a choice after Dad decided to become evil. Idiot.
I didn't really care where we went, as long as we got away from psycho dad.
Mom assured me that the magical school in England was sure to be as good as my American one. I was less certain.
Hogwarts. That's what she said it was called.
She even bought me a book about it to read during our flight. I liked the pictures, but I still wasn't enthusiastic.
Mom was more than enthusiastic for both of us.
I didn't have time to move into our new house. I had to go straight to school.
Using the magical visitor's map from the airport, we quickly found Diagon Alley, which the map said was where we were supposed to get my school supplies.
Mom bought me a new owl since mine didn't know the neighbourhood.
After I had all the required items, Mom made a big to-do about directions to the magical train. I knew she was just trying to make everything easier on me, so I didn't say anything.
She had a little too much fun after some first years showed us the portal at the station.
"Umm, mom, you can go now," I told her after she kept sticking her hand in and out of the portal.
"Okay, Ellen. Owl me if you need anything."
I found my way onto the train and settled myself into an empty cubby room.
"Excuse me."
I looked up to see three older girls standing in the doorway.
"Can we share with you?"
I nodded. "Of course."
They all sat across from me. I looked out the window, trying to close any idea of conversation.
"Which house are you in?"
I looked over at them. "I'm not in a house yet. I just moved here from America." I only knew what they meant because of the book I'd read on the flight. I was suddenly grateful for that.
"We're in Slytherin. It's the best house there." Their robes were decorated with green accents. I hated green.
I looked back at the window and they quickly forgot I was there. Hooray.
Their question did make me wonder. Which house would I be in?
Gryffindor wanted people with courage. Ravenclaw liked strong minds. Slytherin wanted "pure blood," among other things. Hufflepuff took what ever was left.
Coming to a new school my last year made me feel like a reject.
Hufflepuff, here I come.
Hours later, we arrived. I wondered why it took so long to get to the school. In America, our schools are disguised as private schools and are quite easy to access. Our Quidditch fields are inside as well. As a magical building, it looks a lot smaller than it actually is.
Hogwarts, I soon found out, was entirely different. Everything was open and exposed. I instantly liked the difference.
"Ellen Marion!" a loud woman's voice shouted as I exited the train.
"I'm here!" I walked up to an old woman wearing a green robe and a pointed hat. Ugh. More green.
"I am Professor McGonagall. The headmaster received an owl message that you would be coming. Follow me please." I followed her to one of the carriages that all of the students were boarding.
I didn't comment on the thing pulling it until we started moving.
"Interesting creature. What's it called?"
McGonagall pursed her lips and eyed me over her glasses.
"A thestral."
It looked like a dinosaur horse skeleton.
The school was too dark to admire, so we didn't waste time getting inside.
We stopped at a group of first years.
McGonagall got out a big scroll and turned to them.
"Follow me, children."
We all followed her into the big dining hall. I felt eyes on me all the way to the end of the room. I dwarfed the first years, even though I was only 5'4".
McGonagall explained the sorting ceremony and called my name first. I sat down and she put the hat on me.
It started laughing.
"A yank!" it said between laughs. "And a seventh year too! Oh this is rich!" He laughed again.
I crossed my arms. "I'm waiting."
He stopped mid-laugh. "Oh my! What a mind!"
He clicked his tongue. Did he have a tongue?
"Ravenclaw might be good…" he trailed off.
I groaned. That was the preppy one.
He laughed again. "Slytherin it is."
"Hey!"
The hat came off. It was done.
Slytherin.
Perfect.
