(This story was written for my sister's birthday and so therefore has her in it and myself. Emily and Rachel are the only characters that are mine. Some parts of Deathly Hallows have been changed to fit in with both of my characters)
The air was cold, even though all the windows were shut and there were at least 200 people in the room it was still bitterly cold.
I stood with my hands by my side, my chin was pressing into my chest and my eyes were focused on the cold stone floor of the Great Hall.
I could feel the icy air of the Carrow mans breath on the back of my neck. I could feel my arms erupt with goose pimples.
I couldn't look up, I didn't dare. I couldn't face seeing what were once my fellow classmates and my friends.
I of course got special treatment, me and my sister. We were the headmaster, Severus Snape's twin daughters. We didn't have to stand with them, we didn't have to stand looking up; we stood looking down on what could have been us. Although I didn't look, I looked down, ashamed to be on this side of the room.
I could hear father talking but I was blanking out the words.
I dared a glance to my left, my sister was looking down as I had done on the other side of where our father was standing and I could see the shame in her eyes. I averted my attention a little behind her to see the female Carrow standing directly behind her. I noticed Emily flinch as the Carrow female edged forward a fraction. My eyes darted back to Emily, It was clear she didn't want to be here on this side, even more so than me.
I looked back to the floor; I started thinking of the previous day.
We had been in defence against the dark arts lesson and the Carrow's were in charge. They had picked me and Emily out as demonstrations.
I remember the look of pure horror on Emily's face when the Carrow's explained what they wanted us to do.
They had grabbed a handful of first years for us to practise the Cruciatus curse on. The Carrow's pushed two of the first years towards us, a Hufflepuff and a Gryffindor, both boys. I will never forget the look of terror on their faces, in their eyes. Their eyes never left us; I had the Hufflepuff boy to 'practise' on. I gripped my wand trying to pretend I was anywhere but there.
I was picked on to go first; I raised my wand warily, the Hufflepuff boy was shaking with nerves.
"Come on, you're a Death Eaters daughter. Teach these Mudbloods how to do it" the Carrow woman urged giving me a shove.
I shuddered when she said 'Death Eaters daughter' It was hard for us, Emily and I, people don't understand that. Yes my father may have the dark mark burnt into his skin but he is not one of them, and we know that. We know who he truly is. The problem is no one else knows, but now is not the time to share. Our father is a spy, passing information from the dark side to the light.
I shook the memory from my head, hoping it would never appear in my mind again, although I knew it most likely would.
"-then step forward"
That was the last few words I managed to catch of my father's announcement to the rest of the school.
There was silence and it was bitter as I watched father walking down the parted row of students.
Then suddenly gasps were heard, Harry Potter appeared from behind his faithful group of Gryffindor friends.
I turned to Emily; her mouth was open slightly staring at where Harry stood.
Harry had obviously spoken but I hadn't been paying attention.
All of a sudden I saw the Great Hall's doors fly open, I scanned the people as they walked in, The Weasley's, that Granger girl, Longbottom and various others. I did recognise one as Kingsley because he had been in the Daily Prophet a lot.
Those people were not my friends, not even part of my own house, I was a Slytherin at heart and I didn't talk to Gryffindor's unless it was Emily of course.
I turned to face Emily again, this time she was looking at me.
I didn't know if the feeling was mutual but I wanted to move over to stand by her. With Emily by my side I felt stronger...safer.
Then Potter started talking and my attention was torn away from my sister and driven over to him.
"HOW DARE YOU STAND WHERE HE STOOD. TELL THEM HOW IT HAPPENED THAT NIGHT, TELL THEM HOW YOU LOOKED HIM IN THE EYE, A MAN WHO TRUSTED YOU AND KILLED HIM. TELL THEM!" Potter yelled, not breaking eye contact with father.
I was finding it hard to breathe.
My whole family was in danger now that Potter's troops had invaded what was once our turf.
I watched in suspense as I watched father point his wand threateningly at Potter but then Mcgonagall pushed Potter over to one side and held out her own wand.
With one swift movement all the students parted over to either side of room, creating a space around Mcgonagall and father, Potter stood reasonably close to Mcgonagall's side however.
I saw the group behind containing Granger and Weasley raise their own wands from the back of the room.
Mcgonagall made the first move, a flame appeared from the end of her wand but father easily blocked it.
Then a split second after another flame appeared, again father blocked it.
I decided this was the time to move, Emily had got the same idea. I ran towards her and together we met in the middle of the room, we ran down the steps and joined the other students at the side of the room.
Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors where on the left side of the room, pressed as close to the wall as possible as were the Ravenclaws and Slytherins on the opposite side. I couldn't feel more awkward as I merged into the Gryffindor group.
Once Emily had stopped moving, I looked back to the fight that was still continuing.
Then suddenly father's cloak whirled around his head and he was placed with black smoke, the black smoke flipped and then suddenly crashed through the window and the glass clattered on the hard floor.
Just like that he was gone and Emily and I were on our own.
