Hi, this is my 1st Harry Potter story. I was thinking of writing this for awhile now, it seemed to turn out ok. Sorry if I made major mistakes, I'm French. I hope you enjoy, and no nasty reviews, please!
The Not-So Ordinary Gryffindor Girl
On a dark, and chilly night, a young man of 21 was walking down a residential street, carrying a buddle of blankets in his arms.
He scanned the houses, looking for number 34. Once he found the small, red-bricked house, he opened the front gate, and let himself through. He nervously went up to the door, and softly knocked.
He heard footsteps, and the door opened to reveal another man the exact same age, with messy dark hair and wire rimmed glasses. He was holding a sleeping two-year old baby boy in his arms. The man frowned, seeing his arch enemy on his doorstep.
"What are you doing here, Snape?" the man asked, full of hatred.
"Hello, Potter. May I come in?" Snape asked, with the same amount of bitterness in her voice.
James Potter hesitated, but let him in. He led Snape into the living room, where Snape observed the mess before him. Baby toys covered the floor, and it was all very untidy.
"Don't clean up after your son, Potter?" Snape sneered, but James ignored that comment.
He laid his son down in his playpen, and sat down on the couch.
"Why are you here, Snape?" James asked, looking tired.
Snape sighed. "I was wondering if you could look after her."
James looked from the bundle of shabby blankets, back to Snape's dark, and cold eyes. "I'm not so sure about that. I know she's Lily's, but I can't. I just can't."
Snape frowned. "I know your reasons, Potter. It's because she's mine, isn't it? But Lily chose you, Potter. She came back to marry you. We were only together for a night-,"
"And look what came out of it!" exclaimed James, furiously.
He sighed. "Snape, I have enough on my plate. I have to protect him- I mean, if You-Know-Who comes back… he'll try to finish what he started…,"
Snape frowned. "I know you have to protect Harry, but she might be in the same amount of danger as him… since I left the Death Eaters, they may want to use her as a target… please take her, it's what Lily would have wanted."
James though for a moment, and stood up. "You know what? Fine. I'll take her back, because I can't imagine what she'd turn out like, being raised by you. I was practically her father before… it happened," he said, cringing at the end.
He tried to push the image of finding his wife dead out of his mind, as Snape placed the baby in his arms.
He looked into the bundle of blankets, and the baby's nearly-black eyes opened. A smile formed on her face, seeing James.
"Hello Ariel, I've missed you sweetheart," he said, and looked back up to Snape.
"On one condition. You don't try to come back into her life. You stay away from her, at all costs. Because she is going to grow up thinking that I'm her father. Do you accept that?"
Snape, unsure, though for a moment. This isn't what he wanted, but he expected this from James. James wanted revenge from the day Lily cheated on him with Snape. Even though she deeply regretted it, and James forgave her, James would never forgive him, as he was the father of his wife's second baby. And he never would.
Even though Snape didn't want to give James the satisfaction, he reluctantly nodded his head.
After a moment of awkward silence, James put Ariel back into Snape's arms.
"I'll give you two a moment alone," he said, as he picked up Harry and carried him upstairs.
Snape looked down at his seven-month old daughter, almost in a daze.
"Ariel, this isn't goodbye. I'll see you again someday, as I just got hired at a school you'll be attending when you're older," he said, stroking Ariel's black hair she received from him. He stared at her, memorizing her face, as it would be a long time till they meet again. Her eyes begun to close, and James returned.
"Are you ready?" he asked, breaking the moment.
Without looking up, Snape nodded, and gently gave Ariel back to him.
"Bye, sweetie. I love you," he whispered, and headed to the door.
He looked back for a moment, jealously looking at James rocking his only child. He sighed again, and headed out the door.
Back into the cold, and chilly night.
13 years, and 7 months later
Ariel Lillian Potter woke up that morning, thinking it would be an ordinary day.
A day like any other, of doing schoolwork, hanging out with the Weasleys after class, and listening to her brother's moanings about Professor Umbridge. But, it would turn out to be, very unordinary.
She headed down to breakfast with the other fourth years in Gryffindor, and sat down with her brother and his friends in the Great Hall.
"Hey Harry, Ron, Hermione," she said, helping herself to toast and jam.
They all nodded in return, and she turned to look at her best friend, Ginny Weasley.
"So, what are we doing today?" she asked, totally forgetting her schedule, as usual.
Ginny smiled. "Well, we have History of Magic, Divination, then Double Potions."
Ariel groaned.
She forgot that Friday was the most horrible day of the week. History of Magic is always a bore, Divination is always a snore, (since Professor Trelawney always predicts Harry's death, even though they aren't in the same class) and Potions was always a chore.
Potions is with the most greasy, conniving , and greedy man Ariel will probably ever meet. Professor Snape definitely is Ariel's least favourite teacher, even over Umbridge. It seems to be his goal in life to make Ariel's and Harry's lives as horrible as they can be. In her first year, he gave her a month's worth of detentions for trying to stop Draco Malfoy from attacking Harry. From that point on, it was her mission to get revenge.
After lunch, her, Ginny, and their friend Luna Lovegood slowly headed to Potions. So slow, they got to the dungeons five minutes late.
Snape looked at them as he was passing out ingredients, and frowned at Ariel. "Potter, you and your little friends haven't learned how to tell time yet? How astonishing. Ten points from Gryffindor each, and five points from Ravenclaw."
Ariel and Ginny groaned, while Luna did a cartwheel into her seat, and started to read her potions book upside-down.
Ariel slammed her books onto her desk, and sunk into her seat.
"I refuse to work today," she muttered to Ginny, who was still red in the face from Snape's comment.
But, she did her work, which was completed in half the time given. She didn't know why, but potions came easy for her. In fact, it was her best subject, and she was the best in her year. She even beat Hermione a few times, who was in her fifth year.
People tell her that she got her skills from her parents; but, she knew that Lily did well, but James wasn't really good from what she heard. She questioned James about it, and he said that they probably just meant Lily.
It was an awkward conversation.
As Professor Snape was examining her potion, Ariel held her breath, as Snape's greasy black hair was what stunk up the room. If he ever got married, Ariel would forever feel sorry for his wife.
"Well Potter, if you went any faster, you probably would have blown it up. Another ten points from Gryffindor, for putting the class in danger."
"But she did it right!" exclaimed Ginny, standing up.
Snape looked dumbfounded for a moment, but he regained his glaring look in an instant.
"Shut your mouth, you little shabby git," he sneered, and Ginny's eyes begun to water.
Luna gasped, and so did others in the room. Ariel clenched her fists, and stood up.
"Why don't you shut your mouth, you greasy, dirty slime bat!" Ariel yelled, and before Snape could yell at her, she hurriedly grabbed her books and took a sobbing Ginny out of the room.
"That smelly prune, how dare he call you names?" Ariel told Ginny, as they went into the Gryffindor common room.
Fred and George were there on their spare, seeming to be inventing something for Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. They were quite alarmed, seeing Ginny in the state she was in. But hearing what happened, they weren't as shocked.
"That greasy git. He's going to get it!" exclaimed George, comforting his sister.
"Yeah, and we have just the thing to do it," said Fred, bringing a white bucket towards them.
It had a silver cover on it, with a red seal on the rim.
Ariel went over, and opened the bucket.
"Argh!" she exclaimed, plugging her nose.
But there was nothing in the bucket.
"What is it?" asked Ginny, plugging her nose as well.
The twins smiled. "That is Invisible Manure. Your victim will not see it, feel it, or smell it, but everyone else will."
Ariel made a face.
"But we can't see it either!" she exclaimed, and Fred put a finger up.
"Ah, yes, but you will once it touches your victim."
George resealed the bucket, and they unplugged their noses.
"Is it ready for use?" asked Ariel, slyly.
Fred and George returned the sly smile, and nodded.
Ariel sighed in happiness, because revenge would be at last sweet.
And at that moment, Harry, Ron, Hermione came in the common room from their Defence Against The Dark Arts class, a bit grumpy.
But after learning the plan, Harry and Ron were in, feeling much more excited.
But Hermione said she'd watch, as she didn't want to get detention. Fred and George both already went to bring the bucket down to the dungeons, to get it set up. They decided that Ginny, Fred, and Ariel would keep a lookout for Snape, while Harry, Ron, and George would dump the manure on him from a ladder that is kept in Snape's stores.
Soon, they headed down, trying to blend in with the crowd that was going to the Great Hall for dinner. But they made a detour, going down another set of stairs that led them to Snape's classroom.
But, unfortunately, they passed by Draco Malfoy, seeming to be covered in mud, swatting flies that begun swarming over his head.
"Bloody flies… wait till my father hears about this… a fly infestation at Hogwarts!" he muttered to himself, glaring at the Potters, Weasleys, and Hermione as they passed. They all tried to hold back laughs, seeing Draco Malfoy in such a state.
They continued on, but their spirits fell, seeing Professor Snape interrogating Fred and George about the bucket at the end of the hall.
"Oh no…," Harry muttered, clenching his fists. He grabbed his sister's hand, and tried to pull her away, before Snape saw them.
But it was too late.
As they were turning the corner, Ariel was grabbed roughly by the shoulders, and was spun around.
Ariel closed her eyes, not wanting to look into the ones of the man she hated the most.
"Hey, let go of my sister!" Harry yelled furiously, and tried to get her out of his firm grip.
But it was no use. It was like she was tied by chains.
"Let go of me," she whispered, slowly opening her eyes.
He glared at her, and muttered: "I. Never. Will."
He let go of her, and headed back to the Weasley twins. Ariel looked back at her brother and friends, and they were clearly as confused as she was.
What was going on?
Should I Continue?
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