DISCLAIMER: Be aware, all names of Harry Potter belong to JK ROWLING. Not ME! Therefore, I rather you not sue me. Domo!
Chapter One: HER RUINED LIFE
"No! No, they didn't!"
"I'm afraid so, Miss Snape."
Tamora collapsed on the hard, cool floor of the hospital crying.
"Are you sure it isn't someone else!?"
The hospital caretaker sighed grimly and shook her head. "You're uncle already identified them as Nicholas and Amara Snape." She continued to wash her hands in the sink.
Tamora looked up. "My uncle? Where is he!?"
She pointed to the waiting room, four doors down the hall. Tamora immediately shot up and ran toward it, stopping her crying and wiped her raging tears.
Inside the room, bordered with plastic chairs, stood Severus Snape, looking out the window... thinking.
Severus was a potions teacher in England at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As soon as he heard that his brother and sister-in-law were dead, he came right into Romania.
But Tamora Snape, his niece, doubted very much that he cared about her parents, or her for that matter.
"What are you doing here." She hissed, standing in the middle of the room. Tamora folded her arms, feeling angry again.
Her uncle turned.
"Show some respect, girl, I came to see what happened to my family-"
Tamora stomped her foot, face burning with tears. "Don't give me that. Why did you really come here?"
Snape didn't respond.
Tamora, very frustrated and scared about the whole ordeal, sat down before she collapsed again onto the floor. With a breath, she cried into her hands.
Why? Why did my mother and father have to die! I'm only 14, I don't deserve this. It was going to be two more years at Asicu, and then they are murdered... them, and Joclaia...
Thinking about her dead best friend made Tamora weep even louder and harder. No one was there to comfort her and tell her it'll be alright. Might as well not have been, since Tamora would not listen to them.
That night, Snape took his niece with him to England, now that he was her new guardian. She would be staying at a wizard inn called The Leaky Cauldron, in a wizard town called Diagon Alley.
Snape had said that she had to stay there until the end of the summer ("By then I will know what to do with you.")
Tamora, her faced tear-streaked, looked up at the ceiling of her room that Tom the toothless inn keeper had given her. She thought about what happened that night when her life was ruined...
"TAMORA! TAMORA WAKE UP!"
She came awake rather abrubtently to see Joclaia's slick blonde hair in a mess, her sapphire eyes glittering. She was nervously standing by Tamora's bedside. The whole Girls' dorm was chaos.
"What's going on?"
Joclaia pulled her friend up from under her covers. "The Acid Witch! She's attacking the school! She already killed three kids!"
Tamora suddenly felt her heart stop, her stomach having a nauseating feeling to it. Her sight blurred, the screams and shouts of the distressed girls hummed out to an almost-deaf tone.
"Come on!"
Joclaia tugged at Tamora's sleeve to try and snap her out of the trance. "We're running out of time! Hurry before-"
BOOM.
Tamora cried some more. She couldn't believe how she just ignored Joclaia like that. She was trying to get her out of there, and all Tamora did was sit and worry.
"Argh! I'm such a coward!" She exclaimed, punching her bed.
It happened so fast, the pain only hit Tamora moments after she realized her house's tower was blown up. Her head shot to the right a little to far, adding her screams of pain to the other's.
Tamora watched in slow motion Joclaia fall to the ground (a few feet from the school with other girls), covered in blood, letting out one last cry. Then Tamora fell close to her still and gory body. She was bleeding as well...
Tamora layed in her bed, wondering why she hadn't gotten the same fate as the other girls...why she wasn't killed as well.
Using what was left of her strength, Tamora crawled over to her best friend.
Oh god, no Joclaia! Don't give up! Tamora remembered thinking.
But it was no use. After millions of tries, Tamora just could not shake Joclaia out of death. Scared, and her heart feeling like a knife went through it, looked up at the Asicu School...on fire...