TITLE: Harry Potter and the Heir of Snape
AUTHOR NAME: Marlena R. Snape
EMAIL: Bloodflame013@aol.com
CATEGORY: Romance
SUB CATEGORY: Angst
RATING: PG- 13
SUMMARY: Everyone thought, that Potions Master Professor Snape was the uncaring kind. How true was this? In fact, not true at all as one transfer to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry will tell you (Unless you cross him, of course). Meet Lena Alli Snape, the daughter of the 'evil' potions professor. Joining Hogwarts in her 4rth year, after transfering from Beauxbaton's, it becomes all too weird for the students to cope with Snape's offspring, taking charge. But Miss Snape would be torn between the houses Gryffindor and Slytherin despite where she was placed, as her cousin, Oliver Wood (through her mother Krystal) resided in Gryffindor, while her heart...resided in Slytherin.
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DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. All characters from the Harry Potter books, are credited to the genius that is, J.K Rowling. Lena Snape is my brain child, and I say that proudly. She does however, keep true to the Snape attitude. Scary thought, huh? Lol. This is just something I was inspired to write. And decided to make it a little bit, odd. You know, Oliver being related to Snape through marriage? Could things get more odd? Well..Harry being related to S- okay, no examples here. R&R if you'd like, just this is something stating I own nothing aside from Lena, and of course, don't sue me...I didn't do anything wrong! [Yet. ;) ] Also. Created characters, such as Nero VanBuren, and Angel Raye, are just additions to this story...not real people. (or characters, I should say) And of course, this has nothing to do with the book "Goblet of Fire"...seeing as how it is year four and all. Ah, yes. One more thing. I have Oliver in this story for two reasons...1...because he's one of my favorite characters in the HP series. And 2...because I want to? Lol Just stating again, this is just fiction...as if you didn't know that.
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† Chapter One: When It Couldn't Get Worse.... †
It was nearing 11 O'clock, and students were still coming across the barrier to Platform 9 3/4 in quick fashion. One such student, a medium height figure, with dark green eyes, raven black hair, and a glare predominate to her pale face. She didn't speak as she boarded the train, merely, looked around. Just as her cousin had described to her....how bloody perfect. A hand was placed on her shoulder as she walked down the corridor, and she spun around quickly, looking up. A sigh of relief was released from her.
"Stupid git..." She grumbled, "Don't scare me like that..."
She was face to face with the gleaming smile of her cousin, Oliver Wood, who gave a mock shrug.
"Eh, as if I could resist the look on yer face? Not happenin'..." Oliver said coyly, as Lena rolled her eyes.
"I remember a time when you were ACTUALLY funny..." She said, as she started walking once more. Oliver was at her side, though.
"Get off it, wouldya?" Oliver said, as he put his arm around her shoulder. "Relax a bit."
"How about..." She mocked a thought, before scowling. "No."
Lena pulled away from Oliver's grasp, her eyes rolling again at his enthusiasm. How he could want to be anywhere near a school, was beyond her. The adjustment to the new enviroment was obviously taking her by storm. She walked into an empty cabin, sitting down heavily near the window. Sighing, she watched Oliver walk in.
"You dealin' with this okay?" Oliver asked, sitting down across from her. She looked from out the window, back to Oliver.
"What do you think, brainack?" She asked, looking down. "No. I miss Jayson. I miss Beauxbaton's. I miss MY life."
"Look at the bright side of this..." Oliver said, tapping her foot with his own, smirking. "Ya've got me.."
"Somebody please poison me now..." Lena whimpered, resting her head back against the wall, as Oliver chuckled.
The train began rolling along the tracks, exactly 11 O'clock AM, it left the station. Students were still trying to find places to be seated on the large locomotive, full steam ahead, heading toward Hogwarts Station. Lena and Oliver sat alone in their cabin, however, even as time was passing, and the school was getting closer each second the train was moving, Lena's spirits hadn't been lifted.
"Are ya gunna smile once?" Oliver asked, as Lena looked at him.
"No." She said dryly, as Oliver grumbled quietly under his breath.
"You're turnin' inta yer father.." he said, but that, made Lena's lip curl into a wicked smirk.
"So be it."
The door of the cabin opened, which caused both Lena and Oliver to look up. There standing in the door way, dressed in Slytherin robes, and a smug expression on his face, stood a blonde boy. Two larger boys behind him, clearly, had to be his 'mates', Lena figured.
"Sorry, Malfoy...occupied." Oliver said, as the name alone, 'Malfoy', rang through Lena's head. Familiar, it was. She glanced to the boy, who's eyebrows seemed to arch with her glance.
"I do have eyes, Wood..." Draco hissed, as he glanced toward the girl. "Who might you be?"
"None of ye-" Oliver started, but Lena raised her hand, to silence him.
"Who are you?" She asked, as Draco looked a little stunned. The fact that she didn't know who he was? It seemed to offend him.
"Malfoy...Draco Malfoy..." he spoke in a drawl, lazily, as he smirked. "And you?"
"Snape." She said plainly. "Lena.. Snape."
The two boys behind Draco, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, grunted. Whether with approval, disapproval, or a stomach ache, one couldn't tell. But hearing those words, Draco's grey eyes seemed to flicker.
"Snape...?" He repeated, and Lena resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
"Did I speak to fast? Sn-a-pe." She accented, which caused Oliver to chuckle. "Forgive me, I thought Hogwarts students learned their listening skills before the fourth year..."
"Cocky..." Draco said, his arms folding across his chest. "One must admire that..."
"I prefer the term, strongly opinionative." She returned, which caused Oliver to snicker.
"Big words there, Lena.." He said, as Lena's attention shifted from Draco, to Oliver.
"Don't repeat, Ollie, you might choke."
It was a battle here, between what she knew, and what she wanted to know. Lena knew that Severus, her father, had a favorite student named Draco Malfoy. This one, the platnium blonde at the cabin door, he must have been the one. Then, there was Oliver, who clearly didn't like him. What could she do? Ignore Draco. Or ignore Oliver. Ah, ignore both...that would make her life so much easier, she figured. But how, exactly? She reached into the messenger bag she carried on the train, pulling out what looked like a journal, of sorts.
"If you two don't mind..." Lena said, gesturing for Oliver too, to leave her be. "I have some, records, to keep..."
"Records?" Draco asked, a smug smirk on his face. "Of what accounts?"
Lena looked at him, something drew her in from the start. Whether the ego he projected, or the eyes. Who could really figure that out. She slowly stood up, walking toward the cabin door.
"If I was to speak of them, they would no longer be private records, Mr. Malfoy..." Lena said, sternly, yet politely as she grabbed the handle of the door. "It was...a pleasure to meet you." She said sarcastically, as she went to shut the door. Draco put his hand in the way, stopping it.
"You're obviously not Gryffindor spirited..." He said, his lip curled into a snear as he was now, standing face to face with her. Well, sort of you might say, as he was a couple inches taller than she was. "Why exactly are you hanging around Wood, again?"
The question provoked a strange feeling inside of her chest. Whether it be, anger? Or relief...that someone finally noticed she wasn't necessarily destined for the 'nancy boy capital of the Wizarding world', Gryffindor. It was the last place on earth she wanted to be placed. She released a deep breath, tossing the journal back to the seat in which she had been sitting.
"Why do I spend time with Oliver?" She repeated his question, differently worded of course, and smiled. "Well. For me to know, and you probably...never to find out. Good day...Mr. Malfoy..."
This time, Lena removed Draco's hand from the doorway. He allowed her to, as her hand touched his. Warm to the touch. Draco pointed, slowly stalking away from the cabin door in which Lena had thus, shut. Goyle and Crabbe looked at Lena once more, before she huffed, turning away to walk back to her seat. The two boys were quick to follow Draco. Oliver watched Lena sit back down, and he hadn't stopped smiling.
"Ya know..." He said, handing her the journal that he had picked up while she was walking back over. "That was pretty nice. Never seen someone so snotty to Malfoy." He looked thoughtful, "This year..."
"That wasn't snotty, Oliver." Lena said, taking the journal from him. "It was merely, expressing my annoyance for the interuption?"
"Nice cover..." Oliver said through a chuckle. "Wouldn't wanna make yer daddy's pet an enemy..." he joked, as Lena kicked him in the shin from her seat. He grunted, reaching for his shin as she scowled.
"Draco Malfoy, teacher's pet? That's about as true as Harry Potter NOT being an egomaniac..." She retorted, which made Oliver frown.
"Have you ever met Harry?" Oliver asked, as Lena snorted, opening her journal.
"No."
"How do ya know he's an egomaniac, then?" He looked serious, as Lena looked from the journal, to Oliver.
"What does it matter?!" She asked, sounding irritated, as Oliver shook his head.
"It doesn't. Clearly." He said quietly.
"From what I have in fact heard, though, he tries being the modest type. But sorry. Being the 'boy who lived' and all? He obviously enjoys the bloody attention, Oliver." She said, as she put the journal back in her bag. "I happen to dislike the 'the world centers around me because I have a lightning shaped scar on my head', type....excuse me for being the minority here."
"Lena I'm not sayin' anything..." Oliver said, as Lena groaned.
"Your face says enough, Oliver. I know he's your 'friend', and all..." She said, air quotes and all, "But honestly. You don't see it?"
"No. I don't." He said surely, as Lena rolled her eyes.
"You're impossible." She said, buttoning the flap of the bag down. "Simply in-bloody-possible." She thought, and shrugged. "Or blind."
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The train slowly came to a stop outside of the Hogwarts Station, where a large man in a brown over coat stood with a lantern, awaiting the arrival of the students.
"First years this way!" he shouted, as the students were unloading from the train.
Lena adjusted the strap of the bag over her shoulder, looking slightly groggy from the long train ride. Brushing a long piece of her black hair behind her ear, Oliver walked with her as they approached the large man.
"Evenin' Hagrid." Oliver said chipperly, as Hagrid gave Oliver a warm smile.
"Ello there Oliver...who's yer friend?" He asked, as Lena smiled faintly at the man.
"My name is Lena Snape, sir...I'm a transfer student from Beauxbaton's..." She spoke quietly, as Hagrid gave a semi-shocked look in her direction.
"Snape?" He asked, as she nodded. "Transfer, eh? Yer gunna haveta foll'er me." He said, as Lena nodded slightly. Leaning up, she gave Oliver a kiss on the cheek, and the two hugged.
"See you later..." She said to Oliver, as he smiled.
"You'll be fine.." Oliver said, as she gave a nod.
She followed Hagrid, and a large group of first year students toward the boats heading to the school, and Hagrid clearly, couldn't get over the confusion, slash curosity he had pent up from watching Oliver and Miss Snape embrace in a loving fashion.
"How do ya know Oliver?" Hagrid asked, as Lena looked up...WAY up...at the giant of a man, a small, barely visable smile painted across her light carmel coloured lips.
"He's my cousin, sir." She replied, as this just added another ounce of fuel to the fire of Hagrid's confusion. Lena smiled. "Through my mother, sir."
"Aye, gotcha now!" Hagrid exclaimed, as Lena chuckled quietly.
Lena clenched the cloak tightly to her small frame, sighing. She was so nervous, her entire body was chilled from the air off the lake. It was merely cool, but it chilled her to the bone. She looked up at the brightly light castle, of Hogwarts school, and took a deep, jagged breath. 'You can do this' she told her self silently, as if coaching herself. She needed that. She didn't have the comforting embrace of her father's strong hugs. Her mother's loving, yet tender caress. Her cousin's love. She felt alone. As the students unloaded from the boats, she pulled the cloak tighter to her figure. She walked with the group of students inside the castle, now, she really felt out of place. Walking up the stairwell, to the double doors of the Great Hall, Lena held her breath a few times. Then, a woman dressed in black and emerald robes, an elderly woman, made her way to the front of the group.
"Welcome to Hogwarts. Now in a few moments, you will pass through these doors and join your classmates. But before that, you must be sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor....Ravenclaw....Hufflepuff...and....." she hissed the final, "Slytherin." Lena's eyes narrowed, at the clear disrespect in the woman's voice toward Slytherin. So this was the 'hag', known as McGonagall that her father spoke of. "We are ready for you now, follow me."
Professor McGonagall lead the group of students, Lena included, into the Great Hall. Lena almost felt faint, at all of the unfamiliar faces she saw whizzing past her, as she walked down the aisle way toward the front of the hall, where the sorting ceremony was held. As she walked, she looked up at the front table, that was long, with the older group, the professors, seated around. There, she locked eyes with the ever grim, Professor Severus Snape, and for what seemed, once in a lifetime, Severus' lip twitched, into an apparent smile toward the girl. Lena returned the smile, giving a nod to the man whom she proudly called her father, as the group came to a stop in the front of the hall.
"Now when I call your name...you will come up. I will place the sorting hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses." McGonagall said, as she unraveled a scroll, holding it up to her view. "But it seems that we have a transfer student this year. Snape, Lena, if you will?"
The name alone, caused a ruckus throughout the Great Hall. A sweep of confusion, more or less, as Lena brushed her long black hair back over her shoulder. She smirked smugly. 'That's right...be afraid...' She thought to herself, as she slowly made her way up to the stool. She sat down, and Professor McGonagall, with a look that could be placed as disrespectful, or perhaps, irritated, placed the sorting hat toward her head. Lena looked toward the Slytherin table, a calm look on her face, locked eyes with Malfoy. He gave a small nod, a smirk on his face, as a second blonde boy, leaned over whispering to him.
"SLYTHERIN!"
The hat bellowed loudly, as the chatter soon picked up again. As if THAT was a surprise, with the last name of Snape? Lena stepped down from the stool, a satisfied look on her face. She gave a second look toward Severus, who nodded, clapping vividly, proudly, as he watched his 'little girl,' march over to the Slytherin table.
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"Hey Snape!" a voice rang out, and Lena looked up, exhaling. It was Draco. He smirked, motioning for her to come to where he was seated. She slowly walked over, and Draco gestured to his right side, where Crabbe had been sitting. Crabbe slid down on Draco's command, and Lena stood, arms crossed.
"Yes, Malfoy?"
"Please, do have a seat..." He said, his grey eyes locked on the deep green eyes that were Lena's. Showing respect through eyecontact...it was a strange feat for Lena. She admired it. "You surely don't want to sit with the first years...right?"
"I suppose you're right..." She said quietly, as she then took a seat beside Draco. Draco smirked.
"You don't look so, on edge..." Draco said, as looked at her. "Like on the train."
"I was worried, then." She said softly, as she glanced toward him. "You know...first day jitters...?"
"You know..." A voice said, the second blonde boy she had saw talking to Draco. He had a smug expression, as well. "It's not polite to talk while the jobbers are being sorted..." he said, as Draco scoffed.
"I'll do as I please..." He said, as Lena turned toward the other, obviously older, blonde. He looked at Lena, bowing his head slightly in respect. His blue eyes were like crystals, and it caused Lena to smile.
"Lena...I, may refer to you on first name bases, correct?" Draco said, as Lena gave a nod. "Please, meet my...cousin..." He said the term 'cousin', as if it were a foul word. "Nero VanBuren..."
"Pleasure.." Lena said, as she held out her hand to him. Nero took her hand, and shook it. Then turned it, kissing the top of her hand lightly.
"Pleasure's all mine..." Nero said with a genuine smile, which caused Draco's eyes to roll. Clear annoyance writen all over his face.
"Nero is a 6th year, beater on the Slytherin house team." Draco said, as Lena looked toward Draco. It was the 'proper' way, while in a conversation, to constantly make eyecontract. Her father drilled that into her head...for years.
"Ah, a beater, hmm?" She said, looking slightly impressed. "I haven't met very many decent ones..."
"Oh, look no further, Miss Snape." Nero said, suddenly, looking a bit pompous. "I'm the greatest around."
"Bloody hell..." A female voice said, as a blonde girl looked over. "Marcus, aren't you keeping your dog, on a leash?" She asked, as Draco smirked.
"Not my fault." The boy, called Marcus, started. "I never told Nero to be a whoremaster...excuse me language..."
"Flint...honestly. You know you love me..." Nero said. Draco leaned toward Lena, resisting the sudden feeling to roll his eyes at Nero.
"Now, the young lady..." Draco said, gesturing toward the blonde, who was now in conversation with this...Marcus Flint...character. "That's Angel Raye. One of my close friends. More like a sister to me, really." He said, as Angel slowly looked over. Lena smiled to her, nodding a bit. Angel smirked.
"Welcome to Slytherin." She said, extending her hand to Lena. Lena shook her hand in return.
"Thank you." She said, "I wouldn't have had it any other way, to be honest..."
"What do you mean?" Angel asked, as Lena took a deep breath.
"Getting into Gryffindor was my worse fear. That would have devistated my father..." She said, as the very few she was speaking to nodded.
"Prof Snape, eh?" Nero asked, which caused the raven haired girl to nod. "He's one tough cookie, he is...but he's cool."
"You have to say that." Angel said with a smirk, even though, she fully agreed. "Professor Snape is the only teacher I concider half way decent in this entire school...he MAKES this school." She said, as Lena smiled.
"Well it's nice to know my father has some fans...you know. I heard that everyone hated him..."
"Just the goodie two shoes..." Draco said, scowling. He really didn't like a damn one of them. None of them were good enough, in his eyes. Less than pureblood, or a sorry excuse to them, was a travisty to him. "The people who matter, enjoy the Professor's teachings."
"I take it you're one of them, Malfoy?" Lena asked with a wicked grin, and Draco chuckled.
"You could say that..." He said, before there was the sound of clinking from the front of the hall. The sorting ceremony was finished already?
"Can I have your attention please?" Professor McGonagall spoke, and Lena had a serious look on her face. In her head, she thought, 'No. You can't...bloody git...' but on the outside, she was attentive. "Professor Dumbledore has a few things he would like to say."
A tall man, with a long white beard, and plum and gold coloured silk robes stood up. Clearly, he was the headmaster that he had heard so much of from her father. 'A bloody nuisance of a man at times', was about to address the students. Oh. Joy. Lena could hardly wait...
"First and foremost...to our transfer student, and our first year students, welcome to Hogwarts." he said, as a small wave of clapping echoed through the filled hall, but was again silenced with the raise of his hand. "First years please note, that the 3rd floor corridor, and the forest, are strictly phorbided territory. Also, I would like to introduce you all to your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher." He said, as he gestured to a blonde woman, deep chocolate brown eyes, a fair complection, dressed in a set of black and white robes that were slightly tight to her voluptious figure. A sinfully attractive being, for a professor, that is. "I introduce you to Professor Eliza Mazurak." Professor Mazurak stood up, with a smile played across her pale pink painted lips. Once again, though, she was seated, as Professor Dumbledore clapped his hands together. "Let the feast...begin." he said, his hands moving outward, as the tables aligned with various dishes, food of all sorts, to fit all liking.
"If only my mum could do that lot..." Lena said with a snicker.
"Don't we all wish it was that easy?!" Nero replied, looking to her. She looked up, smirking.
"Yes. Yes, I think a part of everyone does..."
AUTHOR NAME: Marlena R. Snape
EMAIL: Bloodflame013@aol.com
CATEGORY: Romance
SUB CATEGORY: Angst
RATING: PG- 13
SUMMARY: Everyone thought, that Potions Master Professor Snape was the uncaring kind. How true was this? In fact, not true at all as one transfer to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry will tell you (Unless you cross him, of course). Meet Lena Alli Snape, the daughter of the 'evil' potions professor. Joining Hogwarts in her 4rth year, after transfering from Beauxbaton's, it becomes all too weird for the students to cope with Snape's offspring, taking charge. But Miss Snape would be torn between the houses Gryffindor and Slytherin despite where she was placed, as her cousin, Oliver Wood (through her mother Krystal) resided in Gryffindor, while her heart...resided in Slytherin.
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DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. All characters from the Harry Potter books, are credited to the genius that is, J.K Rowling. Lena Snape is my brain child, and I say that proudly. She does however, keep true to the Snape attitude. Scary thought, huh? Lol. This is just something I was inspired to write. And decided to make it a little bit, odd. You know, Oliver being related to Snape through marriage? Could things get more odd? Well..Harry being related to S- okay, no examples here. R&R if you'd like, just this is something stating I own nothing aside from Lena, and of course, don't sue me...I didn't do anything wrong! [Yet. ;) ] Also. Created characters, such as Nero VanBuren, and Angel Raye, are just additions to this story...not real people. (or characters, I should say) And of course, this has nothing to do with the book "Goblet of Fire"...seeing as how it is year four and all. Ah, yes. One more thing. I have Oliver in this story for two reasons...1...because he's one of my favorite characters in the HP series. And 2...because I want to? Lol Just stating again, this is just fiction...as if you didn't know that.
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† Chapter One: When It Couldn't Get Worse.... †
It was nearing 11 O'clock, and students were still coming across the barrier to Platform 9 3/4 in quick fashion. One such student, a medium height figure, with dark green eyes, raven black hair, and a glare predominate to her pale face. She didn't speak as she boarded the train, merely, looked around. Just as her cousin had described to her....how bloody perfect. A hand was placed on her shoulder as she walked down the corridor, and she spun around quickly, looking up. A sigh of relief was released from her.
"Stupid git..." She grumbled, "Don't scare me like that..."
She was face to face with the gleaming smile of her cousin, Oliver Wood, who gave a mock shrug.
"Eh, as if I could resist the look on yer face? Not happenin'..." Oliver said coyly, as Lena rolled her eyes.
"I remember a time when you were ACTUALLY funny..." She said, as she started walking once more. Oliver was at her side, though.
"Get off it, wouldya?" Oliver said, as he put his arm around her shoulder. "Relax a bit."
"How about..." She mocked a thought, before scowling. "No."
Lena pulled away from Oliver's grasp, her eyes rolling again at his enthusiasm. How he could want to be anywhere near a school, was beyond her. The adjustment to the new enviroment was obviously taking her by storm. She walked into an empty cabin, sitting down heavily near the window. Sighing, she watched Oliver walk in.
"You dealin' with this okay?" Oliver asked, sitting down across from her. She looked from out the window, back to Oliver.
"What do you think, brainack?" She asked, looking down. "No. I miss Jayson. I miss Beauxbaton's. I miss MY life."
"Look at the bright side of this..." Oliver said, tapping her foot with his own, smirking. "Ya've got me.."
"Somebody please poison me now..." Lena whimpered, resting her head back against the wall, as Oliver chuckled.
The train began rolling along the tracks, exactly 11 O'clock AM, it left the station. Students were still trying to find places to be seated on the large locomotive, full steam ahead, heading toward Hogwarts Station. Lena and Oliver sat alone in their cabin, however, even as time was passing, and the school was getting closer each second the train was moving, Lena's spirits hadn't been lifted.
"Are ya gunna smile once?" Oliver asked, as Lena looked at him.
"No." She said dryly, as Oliver grumbled quietly under his breath.
"You're turnin' inta yer father.." he said, but that, made Lena's lip curl into a wicked smirk.
"So be it."
The door of the cabin opened, which caused both Lena and Oliver to look up. There standing in the door way, dressed in Slytherin robes, and a smug expression on his face, stood a blonde boy. Two larger boys behind him, clearly, had to be his 'mates', Lena figured.
"Sorry, Malfoy...occupied." Oliver said, as the name alone, 'Malfoy', rang through Lena's head. Familiar, it was. She glanced to the boy, who's eyebrows seemed to arch with her glance.
"I do have eyes, Wood..." Draco hissed, as he glanced toward the girl. "Who might you be?"
"None of ye-" Oliver started, but Lena raised her hand, to silence him.
"Who are you?" She asked, as Draco looked a little stunned. The fact that she didn't know who he was? It seemed to offend him.
"Malfoy...Draco Malfoy..." he spoke in a drawl, lazily, as he smirked. "And you?"
"Snape." She said plainly. "Lena.. Snape."
The two boys behind Draco, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, grunted. Whether with approval, disapproval, or a stomach ache, one couldn't tell. But hearing those words, Draco's grey eyes seemed to flicker.
"Snape...?" He repeated, and Lena resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
"Did I speak to fast? Sn-a-pe." She accented, which caused Oliver to chuckle. "Forgive me, I thought Hogwarts students learned their listening skills before the fourth year..."
"Cocky..." Draco said, his arms folding across his chest. "One must admire that..."
"I prefer the term, strongly opinionative." She returned, which caused Oliver to snicker.
"Big words there, Lena.." He said, as Lena's attention shifted from Draco, to Oliver.
"Don't repeat, Ollie, you might choke."
It was a battle here, between what she knew, and what she wanted to know. Lena knew that Severus, her father, had a favorite student named Draco Malfoy. This one, the platnium blonde at the cabin door, he must have been the one. Then, there was Oliver, who clearly didn't like him. What could she do? Ignore Draco. Or ignore Oliver. Ah, ignore both...that would make her life so much easier, she figured. But how, exactly? She reached into the messenger bag she carried on the train, pulling out what looked like a journal, of sorts.
"If you two don't mind..." Lena said, gesturing for Oliver too, to leave her be. "I have some, records, to keep..."
"Records?" Draco asked, a smug smirk on his face. "Of what accounts?"
Lena looked at him, something drew her in from the start. Whether the ego he projected, or the eyes. Who could really figure that out. She slowly stood up, walking toward the cabin door.
"If I was to speak of them, they would no longer be private records, Mr. Malfoy..." Lena said, sternly, yet politely as she grabbed the handle of the door. "It was...a pleasure to meet you." She said sarcastically, as she went to shut the door. Draco put his hand in the way, stopping it.
"You're obviously not Gryffindor spirited..." He said, his lip curled into a snear as he was now, standing face to face with her. Well, sort of you might say, as he was a couple inches taller than she was. "Why exactly are you hanging around Wood, again?"
The question provoked a strange feeling inside of her chest. Whether it be, anger? Or relief...that someone finally noticed she wasn't necessarily destined for the 'nancy boy capital of the Wizarding world', Gryffindor. It was the last place on earth she wanted to be placed. She released a deep breath, tossing the journal back to the seat in which she had been sitting.
"Why do I spend time with Oliver?" She repeated his question, differently worded of course, and smiled. "Well. For me to know, and you probably...never to find out. Good day...Mr. Malfoy..."
This time, Lena removed Draco's hand from the doorway. He allowed her to, as her hand touched his. Warm to the touch. Draco pointed, slowly stalking away from the cabin door in which Lena had thus, shut. Goyle and Crabbe looked at Lena once more, before she huffed, turning away to walk back to her seat. The two boys were quick to follow Draco. Oliver watched Lena sit back down, and he hadn't stopped smiling.
"Ya know..." He said, handing her the journal that he had picked up while she was walking back over. "That was pretty nice. Never seen someone so snotty to Malfoy." He looked thoughtful, "This year..."
"That wasn't snotty, Oliver." Lena said, taking the journal from him. "It was merely, expressing my annoyance for the interuption?"
"Nice cover..." Oliver said through a chuckle. "Wouldn't wanna make yer daddy's pet an enemy..." he joked, as Lena kicked him in the shin from her seat. He grunted, reaching for his shin as she scowled.
"Draco Malfoy, teacher's pet? That's about as true as Harry Potter NOT being an egomaniac..." She retorted, which made Oliver frown.
"Have you ever met Harry?" Oliver asked, as Lena snorted, opening her journal.
"No."
"How do ya know he's an egomaniac, then?" He looked serious, as Lena looked from the journal, to Oliver.
"What does it matter?!" She asked, sounding irritated, as Oliver shook his head.
"It doesn't. Clearly." He said quietly.
"From what I have in fact heard, though, he tries being the modest type. But sorry. Being the 'boy who lived' and all? He obviously enjoys the bloody attention, Oliver." She said, as she put the journal back in her bag. "I happen to dislike the 'the world centers around me because I have a lightning shaped scar on my head', type....excuse me for being the minority here."
"Lena I'm not sayin' anything..." Oliver said, as Lena groaned.
"Your face says enough, Oliver. I know he's your 'friend', and all..." She said, air quotes and all, "But honestly. You don't see it?"
"No. I don't." He said surely, as Lena rolled her eyes.
"You're impossible." She said, buttoning the flap of the bag down. "Simply in-bloody-possible." She thought, and shrugged. "Or blind."
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The train slowly came to a stop outside of the Hogwarts Station, where a large man in a brown over coat stood with a lantern, awaiting the arrival of the students.
"First years this way!" he shouted, as the students were unloading from the train.
Lena adjusted the strap of the bag over her shoulder, looking slightly groggy from the long train ride. Brushing a long piece of her black hair behind her ear, Oliver walked with her as they approached the large man.
"Evenin' Hagrid." Oliver said chipperly, as Hagrid gave Oliver a warm smile.
"Ello there Oliver...who's yer friend?" He asked, as Lena smiled faintly at the man.
"My name is Lena Snape, sir...I'm a transfer student from Beauxbaton's..." She spoke quietly, as Hagrid gave a semi-shocked look in her direction.
"Snape?" He asked, as she nodded. "Transfer, eh? Yer gunna haveta foll'er me." He said, as Lena nodded slightly. Leaning up, she gave Oliver a kiss on the cheek, and the two hugged.
"See you later..." She said to Oliver, as he smiled.
"You'll be fine.." Oliver said, as she gave a nod.
She followed Hagrid, and a large group of first year students toward the boats heading to the school, and Hagrid clearly, couldn't get over the confusion, slash curosity he had pent up from watching Oliver and Miss Snape embrace in a loving fashion.
"How do ya know Oliver?" Hagrid asked, as Lena looked up...WAY up...at the giant of a man, a small, barely visable smile painted across her light carmel coloured lips.
"He's my cousin, sir." She replied, as this just added another ounce of fuel to the fire of Hagrid's confusion. Lena smiled. "Through my mother, sir."
"Aye, gotcha now!" Hagrid exclaimed, as Lena chuckled quietly.
Lena clenched the cloak tightly to her small frame, sighing. She was so nervous, her entire body was chilled from the air off the lake. It was merely cool, but it chilled her to the bone. She looked up at the brightly light castle, of Hogwarts school, and took a deep, jagged breath. 'You can do this' she told her self silently, as if coaching herself. She needed that. She didn't have the comforting embrace of her father's strong hugs. Her mother's loving, yet tender caress. Her cousin's love. She felt alone. As the students unloaded from the boats, she pulled the cloak tighter to her figure. She walked with the group of students inside the castle, now, she really felt out of place. Walking up the stairwell, to the double doors of the Great Hall, Lena held her breath a few times. Then, a woman dressed in black and emerald robes, an elderly woman, made her way to the front of the group.
"Welcome to Hogwarts. Now in a few moments, you will pass through these doors and join your classmates. But before that, you must be sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor....Ravenclaw....Hufflepuff...and....." she hissed the final, "Slytherin." Lena's eyes narrowed, at the clear disrespect in the woman's voice toward Slytherin. So this was the 'hag', known as McGonagall that her father spoke of. "We are ready for you now, follow me."
Professor McGonagall lead the group of students, Lena included, into the Great Hall. Lena almost felt faint, at all of the unfamiliar faces she saw whizzing past her, as she walked down the aisle way toward the front of the hall, where the sorting ceremony was held. As she walked, she looked up at the front table, that was long, with the older group, the professors, seated around. There, she locked eyes with the ever grim, Professor Severus Snape, and for what seemed, once in a lifetime, Severus' lip twitched, into an apparent smile toward the girl. Lena returned the smile, giving a nod to the man whom she proudly called her father, as the group came to a stop in the front of the hall.
"Now when I call your name...you will come up. I will place the sorting hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses." McGonagall said, as she unraveled a scroll, holding it up to her view. "But it seems that we have a transfer student this year. Snape, Lena, if you will?"
The name alone, caused a ruckus throughout the Great Hall. A sweep of confusion, more or less, as Lena brushed her long black hair back over her shoulder. She smirked smugly. 'That's right...be afraid...' She thought to herself, as she slowly made her way up to the stool. She sat down, and Professor McGonagall, with a look that could be placed as disrespectful, or perhaps, irritated, placed the sorting hat toward her head. Lena looked toward the Slytherin table, a calm look on her face, locked eyes with Malfoy. He gave a small nod, a smirk on his face, as a second blonde boy, leaned over whispering to him.
"SLYTHERIN!"
The hat bellowed loudly, as the chatter soon picked up again. As if THAT was a surprise, with the last name of Snape? Lena stepped down from the stool, a satisfied look on her face. She gave a second look toward Severus, who nodded, clapping vividly, proudly, as he watched his 'little girl,' march over to the Slytherin table.
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"Hey Snape!" a voice rang out, and Lena looked up, exhaling. It was Draco. He smirked, motioning for her to come to where he was seated. She slowly walked over, and Draco gestured to his right side, where Crabbe had been sitting. Crabbe slid down on Draco's command, and Lena stood, arms crossed.
"Yes, Malfoy?"
"Please, do have a seat..." He said, his grey eyes locked on the deep green eyes that were Lena's. Showing respect through eyecontact...it was a strange feat for Lena. She admired it. "You surely don't want to sit with the first years...right?"
"I suppose you're right..." She said quietly, as she then took a seat beside Draco. Draco smirked.
"You don't look so, on edge..." Draco said, as looked at her. "Like on the train."
"I was worried, then." She said softly, as she glanced toward him. "You know...first day jitters...?"
"You know..." A voice said, the second blonde boy she had saw talking to Draco. He had a smug expression, as well. "It's not polite to talk while the jobbers are being sorted..." he said, as Draco scoffed.
"I'll do as I please..." He said, as Lena turned toward the other, obviously older, blonde. He looked at Lena, bowing his head slightly in respect. His blue eyes were like crystals, and it caused Lena to smile.
"Lena...I, may refer to you on first name bases, correct?" Draco said, as Lena gave a nod. "Please, meet my...cousin..." He said the term 'cousin', as if it were a foul word. "Nero VanBuren..."
"Pleasure.." Lena said, as she held out her hand to him. Nero took her hand, and shook it. Then turned it, kissing the top of her hand lightly.
"Pleasure's all mine..." Nero said with a genuine smile, which caused Draco's eyes to roll. Clear annoyance writen all over his face.
"Nero is a 6th year, beater on the Slytherin house team." Draco said, as Lena looked toward Draco. It was the 'proper' way, while in a conversation, to constantly make eyecontract. Her father drilled that into her head...for years.
"Ah, a beater, hmm?" She said, looking slightly impressed. "I haven't met very many decent ones..."
"Oh, look no further, Miss Snape." Nero said, suddenly, looking a bit pompous. "I'm the greatest around."
"Bloody hell..." A female voice said, as a blonde girl looked over. "Marcus, aren't you keeping your dog, on a leash?" She asked, as Draco smirked.
"Not my fault." The boy, called Marcus, started. "I never told Nero to be a whoremaster...excuse me language..."
"Flint...honestly. You know you love me..." Nero said. Draco leaned toward Lena, resisting the sudden feeling to roll his eyes at Nero.
"Now, the young lady..." Draco said, gesturing toward the blonde, who was now in conversation with this...Marcus Flint...character. "That's Angel Raye. One of my close friends. More like a sister to me, really." He said, as Angel slowly looked over. Lena smiled to her, nodding a bit. Angel smirked.
"Welcome to Slytherin." She said, extending her hand to Lena. Lena shook her hand in return.
"Thank you." She said, "I wouldn't have had it any other way, to be honest..."
"What do you mean?" Angel asked, as Lena took a deep breath.
"Getting into Gryffindor was my worse fear. That would have devistated my father..." She said, as the very few she was speaking to nodded.
"Prof Snape, eh?" Nero asked, which caused the raven haired girl to nod. "He's one tough cookie, he is...but he's cool."
"You have to say that." Angel said with a smirk, even though, she fully agreed. "Professor Snape is the only teacher I concider half way decent in this entire school...he MAKES this school." She said, as Lena smiled.
"Well it's nice to know my father has some fans...you know. I heard that everyone hated him..."
"Just the goodie two shoes..." Draco said, scowling. He really didn't like a damn one of them. None of them were good enough, in his eyes. Less than pureblood, or a sorry excuse to them, was a travisty to him. "The people who matter, enjoy the Professor's teachings."
"I take it you're one of them, Malfoy?" Lena asked with a wicked grin, and Draco chuckled.
"You could say that..." He said, before there was the sound of clinking from the front of the hall. The sorting ceremony was finished already?
"Can I have your attention please?" Professor McGonagall spoke, and Lena had a serious look on her face. In her head, she thought, 'No. You can't...bloody git...' but on the outside, she was attentive. "Professor Dumbledore has a few things he would like to say."
A tall man, with a long white beard, and plum and gold coloured silk robes stood up. Clearly, he was the headmaster that he had heard so much of from her father. 'A bloody nuisance of a man at times', was about to address the students. Oh. Joy. Lena could hardly wait...
"First and foremost...to our transfer student, and our first year students, welcome to Hogwarts." he said, as a small wave of clapping echoed through the filled hall, but was again silenced with the raise of his hand. "First years please note, that the 3rd floor corridor, and the forest, are strictly phorbided territory. Also, I would like to introduce you all to your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher." He said, as he gestured to a blonde woman, deep chocolate brown eyes, a fair complection, dressed in a set of black and white robes that were slightly tight to her voluptious figure. A sinfully attractive being, for a professor, that is. "I introduce you to Professor Eliza Mazurak." Professor Mazurak stood up, with a smile played across her pale pink painted lips. Once again, though, she was seated, as Professor Dumbledore clapped his hands together. "Let the feast...begin." he said, his hands moving outward, as the tables aligned with various dishes, food of all sorts, to fit all liking.
"If only my mum could do that lot..." Lena said with a snicker.
"Don't we all wish it was that easy?!" Nero replied, looking to her. She looked up, smirking.
"Yes. Yes, I think a part of everyone does..."