Allison Snape sat on the train, by herself. She was lonely. At least at the orphanage you had people with you even if they didn't like you. Her long black hair was in a tight bun and her chocolate eyes sad and scared. She never met her mom but had a picture of her, and the only thing the same is the beauty and healthy hair.
"Hello." Said a girl with bushy hair from the door. Allison looked up from her hands.
"Hello." She said shyly.
"What's your name?" she girl asked. Allison tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.
"Allison Snape. What is yours?" she asked. The girl was silent for a bit,
"Hermione Granger, are you related to Professor Snape?" she asked. I stared at her.
"Not that I know of. I live in an orphanage." Allison said sadly. Hermione sat down and a hooked nose teacher looked in.
"You are a prefect you are suppose to be patrolling are you not?" he asked.
"Yes Professor Snape." Hermione said and Allison stared at Snape. He looked at her.
"You should act like a lady Miss…."
"Snape, Allison Snape." Allison said, he had alarm written on his face, turned and left. Hermione shrugged and left. Allison sighed and pulled out her pen. And started writing on her hand. Then the train stopped and they were there.
"Snape, Allison." Called Professor McGonagall. Allison walked up and sat on the stool. That was put on her head. Well well a Snape, your father was in Slytherin but mother in Hufflepuff. Well you're not like ether of them so…. GRYFFINDOR!
Allison jumped off the stood and ran over to the table. She felt something in her head. But let it. Pictures were floating around, from when she was a baby, in the orphanage, a picture of her mother. Then it left.
After food she silently got up and walked out. Her head hurt and she was upset. Something went into her mind. She heard someone walking behind her and she kept walking.
"Miss. Snape a word." Said Professor Snape. She turned around scared. Her black hair covered her face so he wouldn't see how scared. "Come." He said, she followed him down to his quarters and he shut the door.
"Yes Professor?" she asked. He stared at her. She had a little grey tattered purse in her grasp. He took it, she didn't stop him. She knew not to stand up to people older than her.
"Where did you get this?" he asked and held up the picture of her mother. Amelia Alison Snape.
"That is my mother; she died giving birth, husband thought to be dead." She said. She leaned back and kept her head down; the thing went into her head again.
"Hey, hey Allison!" said an older girl named Alice.
"Yes Alice?" Allison said the day before.
"Guess what you are?" she said. Allison started thinking and Alice slapped her across the face.
"YOU ARE A FREAK!" she yelled. Allison ran out of the room.
"Stop! Please." Said Allison. Her head was in-between her knees and tears running down her cheeks. But she wouldn't show weakness to the Professor. Never ever ever!
"What was the girl talking about? How many times did she hit you?" Snape asked through clenched teeth.
"I have gotten hit numerous amounts of times, bullied too. But I will not let it get to me." She said.
"Allison." She said quietly and knelt in front of her. "Look at me," she looked through her hair. Tears washed the makeup off her face. He hugged her and she hugged him back.
"Welcome home."
The End!
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