Amelia is the niece of severus snape. born amongst death eaters and cruel intentions, Amelia struggles to find her right path and choices she will make will effect everyone. Not only herself. mystery hide behind her dark curled hair. pain behind her strong Blue eyes. Lies through her soft red lips. The truth will stay hidden. buried from years of pain and abuse. Her scars will never heal. But love will find her. and her life will change forever, when the chosen one walks through the halls of her glorious school.
But she will never tell her one darkest secret, her one fear. she will never reveal what happens at the dead of night, when all is still... when no one watches how her fingers turn to claws, and her ears go fury and pointed... no one will now.


Summer had rolled in and passed. The once green leaves were turning all different shades of red yellow and orange and the once gentle warm breeze had switched with a cooler rougher wind. Leaves swirled around my thick biker boots as I lugged my school trunk through the crowded car park for the station. People buzzed around, the sounds of mindless chatter and trains polluting the brittle air. Dot chirped beside me, pecking at her steel cage and spreading her muscular white wings in protest to the confined space. Absentmindedly I poked my finger through the bars and scratched behind her head. She purred and cooed softly, her sweet soft song the only thing I could hear. When she first started that, I could remember thinking. My owl can purr? But now as the year passed I'd gotten used to it. I'd gotten used to hiding her when strange men would visit my uncle's house. I'd gotten used to beating away men with feral eyes and sharp yellow teeth from her cage. I'd gotten used to the slimy little blonde guy that would visit my slimy little uncle. Both with pale skin, only my uncle's was a sort of green.

I pressed through the thick crowd of people. My uncle leaving me to my own devises after we had argued. 9 ¾, I told myself, 9 ¾. I will find it. More people crowded around me and dot squawked in defence, her wings flapping about and her beat pinching at a few people's arms, making me get "Oi! Keep that bird to yourself!" and "Ouch! What was that?" But I pressed on, looking upwards the whole while. I grunted as a few people stood on me, not noticing the little black haired pale girl with an owl and dragging an extremely heavy trunk, with a bright blue shirt on and tight black skinny jeans. Spikes coming off her neck and wrists. I mean who wouldn't notice that?

I grinned to myself, remembering the last time I wasn't noticed by a muggle. Boy was that a fun day.

Platform nine grinned at me and I sighed. Just a few more yards and this god damned trunk would be out of my hands. I smiled to myself. Oh, if only there were no muggle's here, I would definitely Wingardium Leviosa the hell out of my stuff. I saw my uncle snarl ahead of me and I cringed. I wasn't scared of my uncle. I was pretty good at duelling already. But that snarl, it was pure evil. Or to me at least it was. But it wasn't aimed at me for a change. In front of me stood a family, all with bright red hair. Two older boys, they looked similar but one (the taller of the two) had long orange hair and a kind face. The other had a mop of short curly dark orange hair, slightly more brown than taller's hair. He didn't look so kind. In fact he looked all work and no play as my mother would say, or write as the case may be. Uncle snarled, his thin pale lips turning upwards "weasley's" he spat and walked through the pillar.

Unfazed by uncle Snape, the tallest ran at the small pillar with the sign attached to it and vanished. The other followed. Two young boys, about my age walked up to it then, touching it attentively and smirking to each other. They both had fiery red hair, and looked exactly like each other. The similarities were uncanny. They had big warm eyes too. I wasn't exactly that close but still, you could tell. Even if they had a giant glint of mischief in them. I walked over to them slowly, feeling much more confident in their presence and walked straight up to the lady with light greying hair. She turned to me, revealing a small little boy with the reddest hair I'd ever seen before. He was short, but tall for his age, nine, maybe ten? The older lady smiled at me

"You're first time my dear?" she said, making her two other sons turn and grin. Usually I would run from strangers, magical or muggles alike. But there was something about this woman, a kindness that delved deep inside her that warmed me to my core. I felt at home with her wish calmed me and worried me…

Her twins ran over to us and almost tackled me to the ground. Both grinning mischievously at me and I cringed. No, they wouldn't dare do anything to me. If they did I swear to Merlin's holy knickers…!

"It's Fred and George's first time too" she smiled earning cheesy grins from the two sons. I smiled back at them, only slightly uneasy.

"Ah, nice to meet you Fred, George" I said shaking their hands individually as I said their names. The one on the right shook his head as the other laughed. I could feel every muscle tense, as well has Mrs Weasley (or so I presumed her to be).

"He's Fred," the right one said, grinning at the other.

"And he's George" He grinned back. Seriously, could these boys smile anymore? Just the thought made me nauseous. I hadn't seen someone smile this much since Bellatrix got imprisoned, and that's only because of my uncles face when Cousin Cissy dragged her son Draco over for a play date. Draco smiling evilly and laughing his face off every time Uncle mentioned what they'd probably to do Bellatrix in Azkaban.

"Of course," I smiled. Did I really just smile? Oh no… "Well I had best be off, it was nice meeting you Mrs Weasley, Fred, George…uhm" I said staring at the youngest red head expectantly. He froze and almost squeaked with terror.

"Ronald!" he all but shouted at me and I laughed.

"Yes, well I will most likely see you soon then" I smiled walking away. Only to be stopped by a giant brick pillar.

You'd think that seeing my uncle and the eldest two Weasley's walk through it unscathed would set my mind at ease. You would be very wrong. Very wrong indeed. I froze. For some reason, the thought of running full out at a very solid wall made my stomach drop and do the weirdest of flips. I breathed, dragging in a shaky breath and leapt. Forgetting most of my fears and diving in head first, closing my eyes so tight I was sure my eyelids would scrunch up and look like prunes for ever.

I felt the slightest pop and as I opened my eyes I saw the biggest longest train I had ever laid eyes upon. It bellowed, clouds of steam coming from the front. It glistened red and black and gold and I walked over to find my uncle. Through the thick throng of people I was squeezed yet again. My lungs squished and compressed.

I saw my uncle board and he gave me the smallest of smiles. Seriously, what was it with people smiling today?

He walked slowly over to me, as I stood doe eyes and all innocent looking at him. He glared at some family's Most likely muggle born's and anger boiled up inside me. A haze of pink covering my eyes.

That's what I hate most about this family. Blood. Stupid high blood and pure blood and mud blood and half-blood! Who cares is what I say. Yes I came from I pure blood family on my father's side. And my mother was pureblood though my uncle was not. He had no right to discriminate anyone about their heritage. I had more of a right, though you wouldn't catch me dead doing it. I wasn't the Malfoy's. I definitely was not like my cousin Cissy. Bleugh, just the thought makes me ill.

Uncle walked over to me, smiling the only smile few new of let alone seen (disarming me of my anger, like he knew it would), and lifted my trunks with ease. Leaving me to carry Dot. He walked me, briskly to the train doors and I leapt inside. Excitement literally grasping me with two hands and pulling me into its glorious depths. Uncle rolled his eyes and found me an empty compartment. Sliding me trunk overhead and taking dot from me. I pouted and he patted my head. Without saying a word he left.

I sighed to myself loneliness creeping it slow menacing claws slowly through the compartment.


I had just pulled my book out Hogwarts: A history when I felt something, or rather someone tug at it. It almost flew out of my hands and I scowled, giving the best evil glare I could give. Only to laugh slightly when I noticed the Weasley twins mock horror faces.

"What do you want?" I groaned at them as I they sat down opposite me. Both giving each other a pointed look before turning back to me and smiling, oh so very sweetly.

"Oh nothing" the one I thought was George sighed.

"Just wondered if we could sit with you, everywhere else is full-"said Fred.

"And we'd hate to wait outside-"

"When in here's practically empty…"

It was a tad creepy when they finished each other's sentences. But pretty cool at the same time. Sighing in defeat I folded my page down and closed my book with a soft thud. I placed it next to me on the seat and picked my legs up wrapping my arms around my knees. Staring at the twins. Fred coughed slightly uneasily.

I don't know how long I just stared at them blankly not really seeing them, but through them if that made sense. I just daydreamed of sorts as I listened to them blabber on and on about something or other. Hours rolled into hours and finally a knock on the door came with a dark girl walking in. her dark brown/black hair tied in loads of braids at the back of her head and she had her robes all on neatly. I scoffed. I'd already changed. Thanks to uncle. She smiled at me and came and sat down. Obviously not realising the reason I was sat away from everyone was because I don't like people.

"Hey, my names Angelina. Yours?" she asked outstretching her hand. The boys head whipped around mid-conversation. Georges mouth still slightly open into an O shape. Their eyes grew wide and they leapt over to us. Both landing squarely on the ground by my feat. On their knees, their hands clutched together. I and the girl named Angelina leaped back in surprise. A small squeak of surprise bubbling from her lips.

"You never told us your name-"

"What is it?" they both said. Looking like little puppies begging their master to play. I shook my head. My long black hair waving in front of my eyes. They will find me out before even step foot in the school, may as well not delay it any longer.

"Amelia Black. Or Snape, which ever you prefer." I muttered, not all too pleased with the way their mouths hung open at the 'Snape' bit. Angelina glared at me. What the hell had I done to her? I looked at her, raising my eyebrows in questioning and she looked away, ashamed. Of me? Or of her reaction? Still she wouldn't look no matter how much I stared at her.

"You're Snape's daughter?" George asked. His mouth still hanging open slightly. I glared at him. How thick could you get?

"I'm his niece, not his daughter." I snapped, making him jump back a bit. Fred just looked at me his eyes scrunched up slightly and his lips pursed. He was thinking about something I could just tell. He scratched at his chin slightly.

"Hmm, you don't act like a slytherin; you smile way too much for that. Hmm, maybe you were dropped at birth-"

"Or took after the other half of the family?" George smiled at me. I couldn't help but smile back at him, no matter how sad it looked.

"I doubt that a lot." I mumbled. The black family wasn't exactly renowned for kindness. My father was dead, after defying the dark lord himself. His brother in Azkaban prison for murder. As was my cousin Bellatrix Lestrange, for the torture of Mr and Mrs Longbottum. She had told me when I was small how they screamed in pain, begging her to stop. How she loved to hear their pleas. I cringed every time I thought of that woman. And how I looked a lot like her.

Then there was sweet little Draco's mother. Narcissa the nicest out the rotten bunch. When she would visit Snape with her husband Lucius, she would always go and take me and Draco for a small walk through Diagon alley. Her long white and black hair tied neatly in a half bun, Draco clutching mine and her hand as we wondered through the shops. She bought me my first broom. Not the best one there, no that was for Draco. Though I don't blame her. I wasn't her daughter after all; no I was only her silly cousin's daughter. Who managed to steal one of the most precious things from the dark lord himself and hide it. Making my mother me and him into traitors, destined to be killed. If Uncle Snape hadn't have stepped in, I wouldn't only have these scars on my cheek. No thanks to Fenrir Greyback.

I'd forgotten all about my company as I relived the worst day of my entire existence. The slow thud of a tall bulky man's shoes, his low growls and sniffs slicing through the darkness like a dagger. I could see through the small slit of the cupboard door, my mother's bleeding body, scrams and gauges and slices all over her. Her fragile body limp on the floor, blood pooling around her. Her eyes boring into mine. Dad's muffled protest and screams before a long sharp gargle and a harsh thud.

I could feel the lone tear slide down my cheek before I could stop it. Only seeing blurry versions of the three people in front of me.

A loud screech split the air and I almost ran out of the compartment, knocking Fred and George over in the process. Angelina rushed to help them, probably scowling at the back of my head.

I couldn't breathe, I thought, that after years and years of not caring, I'd finally gotten over their deaths. After years and years of no emotions, not being allowed to show them for risk of injury from Bellatrix, I thought I could remember them without hurting. But no, it would never heal. I could never get them back, nothing could replace them.

The train was stopped, and people flooded the thin corridors. I ran through an open door and literally leaped over to my uncle, who was eyeing a tall large man with dark thick hair and a long bushy beard. He looked like the tall version of a very plum dwarf. From what I've read of Lord of the rings at least. The tall man glowered back and then cowered slightly when uncle made for the pocket under his black robes.

"First years follow me!" He bellowed after Uncle Snape left. An almost large group of eleven year olds huddled together. I could see the two shocks of vibrant red hair float above the other dull browns and blondes, their eyes just visible above the mass of hair. I sighed, and ducked my head, tucking my chin under my robes. I stood at the front of the crowd, shuffling my feet slightly as he large man spoke. His gruff voice kind but strong.

I turned, hearing people mutter "ouch, my foot" only to see twins grin at me. Fred slightly more than George (who smiled more sympathetically than his brother). But then the crowd started to follow the man and u dipped my head lower ignoring the two as their shouts of "Hey! Amelia wait up!" or "Slow down Amelia, we only want to talk!" But I carried on until we reached the boats. Damn. The boats. Why didn't I remember the boats? There was no way I could avoid them now, unless…

I drew my robes closer against the cold crisp wind across the lake and saw a boat almost full, I slipped on there before a tall thin girl with dark brown hair, who scowled at me and stormed off. I smirked evilly to myself. Oh how I loved a quick get away from pursuers. I looked back, guilt welling up inside me as I saw those faces. Like a kicked puppy. Fred sniffed and wrapped an arm around his brother who merely stared after me until he turned away in… was that disgust? I shook my head as the boat started to glide across the silky smooth surface of the lake.

Soon I would know my destiny. Soon I would know if I followed my mother and fathers brother. A line of Slytherins only to be fouled by a Gryffindor? Or to be like the rest of my family, sick and twisted Slytherins. The castle came into view, light shining through small little slits, I presumed to be windows. This was going to be … hell.


We stood outside a pair of great oak doors. An old teacher with grey hair tied up into a bob ushered us into a small tight group. Huddled up, excitement seeping through every crevice. I could feel the twins were behind me, but they took the hint and didn't bother me again. It had to have been at least ten minutes, or five, before McGonagall came bustling in.

"Come" was all she said a kind smile on her face. The doors opened with a loud groan and before us all stood four tables. All almost full. Each table had their own colours and symbols. The one on the far left was red and gold with a large lion standing on its hind legs roaring with pride: Gryffindor. The next was dark blue and bronze, a sleek raven bowing his head stood in its crest, its black beady eyes raw with intelligence, the Ravenclaw table stood still, silent. Hufflepuff's table was under yellow and black banners, each one with a badger in its crest, its teeth grinning.

And then the dark emerald green and silver of slithering, its snake twisting and slunk its way around its crest. I shuddered. If I was to be there, I would try my damndest to prove that hat wrong.

Professor McGonagall walked her way up to an owl stand, its wings stretched in all its glory. She hitched the skirt of her dress to her ankles and stepped up the small steps. In her hand was her scroll, in the other was a large worn hat. Holes almost all over the rim. A stool sat beside her, ready for every first year to sit their nervous bums on.

I gulped.

"Andrews, Ben" she called. A small plump boy with bright blonde hair and glittering blue eyes walked slowly to the stool, his skin turning a dark shade of green. He sat, his eyes wide with terror as he looked over the whole school. I had to sympathise with him. I would be up soon enough.

"Slytherin!" the hat boomed and the table cheered vigorously. As he passed he smiled at me, his smirk bigger than his entire face. Yes definitely a Slytherin I scowled to myself.

Four people's names were called before mine and I slowly made my way up to the stool. Relax I told myself, just breathe. It won't kill you.

But all thought stopped as I turned and saw every single face that Hogwarts had at that moment. I froze and looked desperately to McGonagall, who merely smiled down at me before placing the hat all skewwhiff on my head.

"Ah yes," a sly voice drawled. "You're different to those in your family I can see that. Brave yes, most of your family were, but not enough for Gryffindor they weren't but you, maybe you might be. Not without intelligence either, good. Though Ravenclaw is not your place. Hufflepuff? No, your loyalties lie unwavering though with enough proof can change. Slytherin, now yes, you're cunning, more cunning than any of the others I have placed there in a very long time. But would rather use it for others , to save them other than yourself." I sighed, Slytherin was out then. My family would rather see their loved one die than risk their own necks. I looked around, people were anxious. Their faces searching mine over and over again. I cringed. Did I really look that much like her?

"Yes you do, but you are nothing like her it seems. Daring, if you were to be placed in Gryffindor you would try your hardest to not fit in, to be unique. Though I do not blame you. Better be… Gryffindor!" The hat boomed. A huge roar of cheering surged through the red and gold table. I felt my grin before I thought. And looked over to my uncle.

He scowled at me before looking away. Was that... a tear? I could feel it, my stomach doing a giant dip as soon as I saw him turn away from me. I disappointed him already? And it was only because of my head.

I trudged over to their table, getting a few confused looks at my depressed state. Only when three red heads grabbed me and cheer me on did my smile finally come back.

"Bill Weasley. A pleasure to meet you" The more muscular one winked. He was tall, but slightly more bulky than the other two. The other who I found out was Charlie bowed as far as the table would let him without knocking his nose on it. He was tall and lanky and had a great mob of red fiery hair, his smile was infectious. And I had to grin back. The last was Percy Weasley. He was completely different to the other Weasley's. he wore glasses and had an air about him that screamed he thought he was better than us. His curly mop of red hair, brushed to perfection and I had to sigh. To many times had I met people like him. And once was enough.

"Johnson, Angelina" The professor called. Angelina skipped her way up to the stool, her plaits bounding around her face as she did. She grinned down at me for a moment before the hat shouted "Gryffindor!" She skipped her way down to us as we all stood and clapped , me included. She slid her way down to me, and rested her head on her hands, eyeing me reproachfully.

"Angelina," she shook my hand. "Never did get to really talk to you. But you have to be aright if you're in the same house as me, yeah?" she grinned down at me. I smiled back, loving her confidence. I knew we would get on just fine.

More people were sorted, the varying houses all cheering as a new student joined their ranks. Two girls had joined us, Alicia Spinnet and Katie Bell .Angelina called them to sit next to opposite us and we all got talking instantly, and then we knew, we were going to be good friends this year.

Soon though the only two left were the tall red heads who had both proud smirks plastered on their faces. I nudged Ang in her ribs gently and pointed to them. She rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Weasley, Fred" She called and soon Fred sauntered over, falling back onto the stool as if he were back at home.

"Gryffindor!" the hat shouted, a mere two seconds after it touched his head. He winked at George who rolled his eyes back and he sat next to Ang. Winking at her as he slid his way down.

"Weasley, George" She smiled.

"No offence, professor, but I am the only one left, you don't have to call my name" I heard him whisper to her. She scowled and he sat on the stool. The hat hadn't needed to be used. It skinned the crown of his head before it screamed, "Gryffindor!" once again. George walked over to our table, slightly less smug than his twin and pushed between me and Ang. His long legs sliding in between us.

"Well hello again." He grinned and I rolled my eyes. Somehow, I just knew Slytherin would have been a lot duller than this house. But I wouldn't have changed it for the world.


A/N: PLEASE REVIEW! it makes me smile and go all giggly... you wouldn't want to rip that pleasure away from lil' ol' me would you?