Summary: Rhian Snape is the daughter of the infamous Severus Snape, she believes that its just her father and herself but once she starts her formal education at Hogwarts her father's secret comes to light. This secret can finally complete her family.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters. I'm just borrowing the characters and some of the cannon plot. Rhian Snape belongs to me.
Author's note: This is my second Harry Potter story. I've always loved reading Severitus' and other similar stories with Snape being mentor or father figure. Rhian pronounced Re-an, and means magical maiden in welsh.
To Complete a Family
Chapter 1: The Sorting
"Harry Potter" Professor McGonagall called holding the sorting hat up and looking expectantly at the bespectacled raven-haired boy in the crowd of frightened first years.
Immediately the hall erupted into excited whispers as the students eagerly watched the young dark haired boy slowly make his way up to the stool. Green eyes watched the nervous boy get up on the stool as she brushed a stray reddish-black lock of hair behind her ear.
She watched intently as it appeared that Potter was arguing with the hat. Glancing up at the Head Table she caught her father's eye. He too seemed to be watching the boy with as much interest as she.
"Gryffindor" The hat shouted after several long moments.
A look of relief washed over Potter's face as McGonagall lifted the hat off his head. He made his way over to the table and sat down by the Weasley twins. Who were whooping with unsuppressed joy by shouting "We got Potter!" over and over again.
Rolling her eyes she watched the red-headed boys banter with the quiet boy beside them. I wonder where I'll be The uncertain thought flashed through her mind as she waited for the S's to be called upon.
The sorting continued. Each of the houses received new members as the names were called one by one. Finally it was her turn.
"Rhiannon Snape"
Once more the students whispered excitedly hearing the surname of their most hated teacher. "Oh Merlin we're in for it." Rhiannon heard an older student closest to the first years whisper as she confidently walked up to the stool and sat down allowing the hat to slip over her eyes.
"Ah Miss Snape we meet at last." A little voice in her head said after a moment of silence.
"Hello" Rhian replied.
"Hmm… yes clever mind just like your mother. But much more like your father." The hat went quiet for a moment. "Difficult, very difficult where to put you?"
"Why is it difficult?" She asked confusedly.
A bodiless chuckle entered her mind. "Just like Mister Potter you have strong qualities for both the Slytherin and Gryffindor houses. The question is which house is best suited for you, hmm?"
"Where do you think I should be put?" Rhian asked unsurely of the sorting hat.
"Like I said you have strong qualities in both Gryffindor and Slytherin houses but since you are unsure of where you belong then it better be…"
"Gryffindor" The hat announced to the Great Hall.
Surprised Rhiannon stumbled off the stool and made her way over to the Gryffindor table. Numbly she sat down at the end of the table.
"Bloody hell…" An older voice said down the table. "…we have Snape."
Dad's going to be mad at me She thought sadly not daring to look up at the Head Table in fear that her father would be glaring down at her.
As the sorting wound down and Ron Weasley joined the Gryffindor table Rhian stared steadfastly at her glistening plate.
Headmaster Albus Dumbledore got to his feet clapping when the final first year "Blaise Zabini" was sorted into Slytherin. Waving his hands the Great Hall became silent as the expectant students waited for him to speak.
Still encumbered by her troubled thoughts Rhiannon didn't hear his slightly confusing speech. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts." He said his bright blue eyes roaming over the student body. "Before we begin the feast I would like to say a few words, and they are; Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!" He smiled at the thoroughly confused faces. "Thank you!"
The food appeared just as the elderly wizard sat down but Rhiannon didn't notice as she was still staring at the plate before her. I should have told the hat to put me in Slytherin She thought forlornly.
Feeling an elbow in her side Rhiannon looked up startled out of her thoughts. A bushy haired girl to her right was looking at her. "Why aren't you eating?" She asked. "Surely you're hungry." She added in a somewhat bossy tone.
"Yeah Rhian…" Fred or George Weasley piped up she wasn't sure which twin it was. "Snape is looking at you funny."
Frightened Rhiannon quickly picked up her fork and stabbed a piece of meat and stuffed it into her mouth barely chewing the tender beef before swallowing. "I'm eating happy?" she asked the staring students.
They gave no reply but turned back toward their own meals. Setting down her fork Rhiannon went back to staring at her plate. He's going to disown me anyhow.
"That looks good, it does." A voice said causing the first years to look up including Rhian.
Coming through the table was the head of Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington the resident Gryffindor House. He was introducing himself to the slightly irked first years.
"Hello Sir Nick." Rhian greeted the ghost quietly.
The ghost who had risen above the Gryffindor table looked down. "Why hello there Miss Snape. It is quite a surprise that a Snape should be in my fine house."
Rolling her eyes Rhiannon fell silent as the other first years asked the ghost questions about his death.
Across the table from her Harry Potter gasped in pain his hand coming up to rub his forehead. "What is it Harry, are you ok?" Ron Weasley asked the boy next to him.
Rhiannon looked up to watch Potter carefully as he rubbed his forehead looking up at the Head Table. "Who's the teacher sitting next to Professor Quirrell?" He asked no one in particular.
Without looking up Rhiannon answered the boy's question. "That's my father, Professor Snape." she told him stiffly.
"Professor Snape teaches potions." Percy Weasley informed Potter. "But it's the Defense Against the Dark Arts he fancies."
Rhiannon looked up and glared at the older Weasley boy. "What does that suppose to mean?" She asked heatedly stabbing her fork at the prefect.
Percy looked quite flustered. "I meant no offense Miss Snape." He replied.
"Whatever…" She said waving her hand dismissively.
Soon however as the feast came to an end Albus Dumbledore stood up again, his blue eyes twinkling behind his half moon spectacles.
"Now that we are all fed and watered and tired I have a few start-of-term notices to make before we make our way to bed." He smiled warmly at the expectant faces. "First years should note that the Forbidden Forest is forbidden of course as a few of the older students could use a reminder." His twinkling eyes looking at the Weasley twins.
The older students laughed knowing exactly who the Headmaster was speaking to. After silencing the students the Headmaster continued. "I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you that no magic should be used in the corridors between classes."
"Quidditch trials are set for the second week of term, if you are interested then I suggest you speak with Madame Hooch about signing up for house teams."
"Lastly I wish to inform all students that the third floor corridor is out of bounds to all who do not wish to die a painfully horrible death."
Murmurs of confusion filled the Great Hall. "He's not serious is he?" Potter asked Percy Weasley who was just as confused as the rest of them.
After they sung the Hogwarts' song which Rhiannon refused to sing along to, Dumbledore sent them off to bed.
Mind flooded with thoughts and feet feeling as if full of lead Rhiannon trudged along with the other first years following the pompous Weasley towards Gryffindor Tower.
"Hey are you ok?"
Rhiannon looked up to find that Harry Potter sidled up next to her. "Are you ok?" He repeated concern entering his emerald eyes.
Surprised he would even be talking to her Rhiannon shrugged as they made their way up the moving staircases. "I'm ok…" She replied.
"My name is Harry Potter." He said introducing himself.
Rhiannon gave a small smile. "Rhiannon Snape…but you can call me Rhian." She replied shaking his outstretched hand.
"First years do keep up." Percy Weasley said bossily from his place at the head of the group.
As they entered another corridor the Gryffindors stopped for ahead of them was a floating pile of walking sticks. Rhian rolled her eyes pushing her way to the front of the group. "Peeves show your sorry ass of a poltergeist."
A little man with dark wild eyes, and a wicked smile appeared hovering upside down in the air in front of them. "Ooooh ickle firsties." He cackled turning right side up clutching the walking sticks in his twitching hands.
"Stand aside." Percy ordered stepping in front of Rhian brandishing his wand at the poltergeist. "I don't want to get the Bloody Baron on you now."
Rhian pushed past Percy and pointed her wand at the problematic poltergeist. "Expelliarmus." She yelled as the spell hit Peeves square in the chest sending him crashing into the wall behind him. Turning to the older boy Rhian smirked. "Lead on Mr. Weasley."
Percy huffed indignantly as he continued to lead the Gryffindors to the tower. A few moments later they approached a portrait of a fat woman dressed in a pink dress. "Password" She asked looking down her nose at the students.
Puffing up his chest importantly Percy stepped forward. "Caput Draconis"
The fat lady nodded allowing the portrait to swing open allowing the students entrance into the common room.
"First years gather around." Percy ordered making sure everyone saw his prefect badge. "The boy's dorms are up the stairs and to the right, the girls dorms are the same to the left."
Rhian stared open mouthed at the circular room that decorated in reds and gold. All of the first years were staring around the room in awe. As they were heading up the stairs Potter bid Rhian goodnight as the parted ways.
"I'm so excited." Hermione exclaimed as the girls prepared to for bed. "I can't wait to see the library."
Smirking Rhian looked over at the bushy haired girl. "It's amazing…" she whispered.
Hermione gasped. "You've been in the library?" she interrupted. "But how?"
"I live with my dad and he works here so I live here too." She replied with a shrug pulling her pajamas out of her trunk.
Sliding under the maroon coverlet Rhian bid her roommates goodnight as they too fell asleep.
Noise filtered through the classroom as the students sat waiting for their first Defense Against the Dark Arts class to begin. Rhian sat in a seat in the front row not far from Potter and Ron Weasley were sitting, trying not to breathe in the putrid garlic smell that permeated the room.
A few minutes later Professor Quirrell entered the room a purple turban wrapped around his head which also smelled of garlic. Instead of speaking to the class Quirrell turned his back.
"Potter will die…" an inhuman voice hissed.
Rhian startled looking around the classroom trying to find the source of the voice. The other students it seemed had not heard the voice and were becoming rather impatient with the timid professor who still had not spoken.
"Potter will die…" The voice hissed again.
Looking over at Harry Rhian noticed that he too had heard the voice and was looking around.
"What's going on?" I asked Potter confusedly.
The boy shrugged. "I don't know." He replied just as confused.
Just then Rhian noticed Quirrell walking backwards towards the front row desks. "Snape give me Potter." The voice ordered firmly.
Rhian cried out as she shot up in bed looking around fearfully. "What the hell was that?" She whispered to herself.
After a few minutes Rhian sighed as she lay back down against the down pillows and closed her eyes yawning widely drifting off into a peaceful sleep.
End of chapter:
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