I DONT OWN HARRY POTTER OR IT'S CHARACTERS BUT I DO OWN PETRA :)

"Hey kid, come back ere", yelled the angry unpaid taxi driver as I sprinted towards King's Cross station, I felt the wind in my curly black hair, the passing objects looked like mere colours. I start to slow down to read the passing platform numbers.

platform 8, 9, 10. Oh great. What idiot decided to put the train on a seemingly non-existent platform. Before Father died he often told me about the idiots who evidently plagued Hogwarts, on more than one occasion He said ,"All of them, untalented dunderheads. Except your mother of course" He always added that last part.

My mother, my oh my. Never met her but I know a lot about her, Its not hard to find a book on her when she was one of the Golden Trio who vanished Voldemort. Thats right- Severus Snape and Hermione Granger where once Infatuated with each other.

Blooody hell, where is that blasted platform. I shall observe and then plan my course of action, thats what dad said to do in such a situation as this. Everyone looks like muggles, doing there muggle things. That is until I see a HERD of gingers, I am not kidding at least 20 of them. Odd, perhaps odd enough to be a large Wizarding family.

Wait. A large family of Gingers. Hmm Dad once told me about seven gingers who where friends with my mother. The Wealer's, no, the Walsey's, no.. The Weasley's - thats right. I watched them one by one run throughout the wall, Now there was only half the family left, mainly adults and small children. A man with unruly black hair and dazzling green eyes has spotted me.

Ive been compromised, darn. "Are you looking for Hogwarts", He ask's kindly. Its only then that I see him up close, shite, I nearly had a heart attack. Harry Bloody Potter was standing right in front of me. "Harry Potter", I exclaimed incredulously. Great he probably thought I was a crazed fan now.

My eyes went wide- but then I remembered what dad said. "If your mother hadn't taken that blasted curse for Harry bloody potter she would be alive right now" I stare at him. My mother thought he was worthy enough to die for, I hope he was.

I quickly ran throughout the wall, leaving a very curious Potter behind.

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I hastily made my way onto the glorious Hogwarts Express, I made my way to the Slytherin side of the train. I glare at anyone who looks at me, I do not like being looked at. My coal black eyes and high cheekbones give me a somewhat aristocrat look.

After 20 minutes of walking around like a hopeless 1st year, I determined that there was no empty compartments. Giving up I sat down with a bunch of 4/5th years, they glared at me, I glared at them. "My, My, my What do we have here", sneered a platinum blonde boy. 'Malfoy' I thought. I gave him a scowl and proceeded to get out one of my books that grandmother said was dad's.

"Most Magicke Eville", A dark italian boy read. "That's some scary and rare stuff", muttered a pug nosed girl. I scowl at her. "Can you speak kid", asked one of two big oafs. I turned to him, I saw the look of fear in his eyes, I smirked my soon to be Slitherin Smirk.

"What ever Goyle, let her be, as I was saying my Father added a pool- I drowned out the rest of the boys obvious bragging. 5 hours I had avoided conversing with these Pureblooded dunderheads- to good to be true. Just as I was finishing chapter 5 of "Curses worse then the unforgivables" I noticed multiple heads peering over my shoulder.

"Got a thing for dark arts kid", Asked Daisy Nott- a prefect. I raised a perfect black eyebrow as to say 'what do you think'. "Kid, stick with us", One of the boys, Austen Flint I think. He received some curious stares and nods in agreement.

"Best get our robes on kid, see you in Slytherin", stated Malfoy as he stalked off 'probably to go scare some 1st years'. I took his advice and put my robes on, I took some time to look at my Mothers old necklace, It was gold with green and red jewels creating a swirling pattern.

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As we walk up to the great Hogwarts Hall I can't help think that that Dad would be proud, My first day at Hogwarts and I already had allies with some of the most prominent families in England. I can't wait to tell grandmother about this. "Welcome to Hogwarts", said a strong accented female voice. "We have four Houses- I already know this so I don't pay attention.

"If you follow me we can let the sorting begin". I watch as multiple students go up, one kid ,Longbottom I think, tripped! "Snape, Petra", The Scottish voice called out, looking at me like she just discovered the sun. I calmly make my way up to the stool, Feeling quite apprehensive about putting that tattered old hat on my head.

I scowl as I sit on the stool, I look around and notice that everyone- staff included- are looking at me, even more stares then Albus Potter. The hat barley gets to my shoulders as it yells out "SLYTHERIN" I smirk my Father's smirk and make my way down to the Slyhterin table where Malfoy and his cronies had saved me a seat.

"Petra Snape, You wouldn't happen to be related to the lat Severus Snape", One of the seventh called out across the table. I turn to look at him and raise an eyebrow, Of course I am you dunderhead! "Snape, I think we are going to be very good friends", drawled Malfoy.

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The letters sent home after the sorting

Dear Father and Mother, Grandfather and Grandmother

I haven't had a reason to owl you after a First year sorting for three years but today I made acquaintances with a peculiar first year girl.

She sat down in my cabin and pulled out Most Magicke Eville out of an overused backpack. She doesn't speak, I wonder if she can. After a couple hours she pulled out "Curses worse then the unforgivable's" Looking over her shoulder we could tell that this girl was seriously into the dark arts.

Before she got off the train my group offered her our friendship, she barley batted an eyelid at us! she just Glares, Smirks, Scowls or remains impassive. I ask around if anyone know who her parents are- no one knew.

Imagine my surprise when "Petra Snape" is called out at the sorting. She's a Snape through and through., scary little thing that girl. Please write back about what I should do about the girl.

Love

Scorp

Dear Weasley's and Potter's

hey family!

Albus and Rose where both sorted into Gryffindor (DUH). Anyway, we saw the most disturbing thing at the sorting. Snape has a kid. SEVERUS SNAPE has a kid. More specifically he has a scary daughter who's a firstie. But the most alarming thing.. Rose said that she looked like Hemrione Granger from a first year photo of Uncle Ron's, just with higher cheek bones, black hair and black eyes.

We don't think she can talk, just scowl, smirk and Glare.

love

the rest of the fam XOX

Dear Grand mother,

Im in Slytherin, I've made allies with Nott, Flint, Parkinson, Zambini and Malfoy

all where impressed by my selected reading materials.

see you these upcoming holidays,

Petra Snape

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In the professors lounge

"I didn't know Snape had a kid", exclaims Minevra. "Whose the mother", asked Neville Longbottom- the Herbology professor. 'Yes, whose the mother", asked nearly all the staff at once. "Accio Petra Snape's File", commanded Minevra. A small brown file flew into the lounge, "Lets see, Petra Eileen Snape, Parents deceased, lives with Eileen Snape at Prince manor", Read Minevra. "Father deceased- Severus Snape Slytherin. Mother- Hemrione Grang-" Minevra trailed off not knowing what to say about that.

"BLOODY HELL", exclaimed the new Professor for Defence against the Dark Arts.

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