Welcome my lovelies! So this is an idea I've had wracking around my brain for years, pretty much since I read the books. So now I'm finally sharing it with you all. I love feedback so please give me some! On with the show!
I snickered to myself as I watched Snape pace the room, holding his hand to his nose, as he does when he's exasperrated. I was only comfortable enough in that situation to snicker because I knew that action wasn't towards me. However, it was towards my childhood friend, Draco Malfoy. We were both spending the last weeks of our summer studying under Snape, I was starting Hogwarts soon, and while I was extremely intellegent my knowledge didn't extend too far past potions and the Dark Arts. So my father had sent me to Snape's along with Draco to prepare me for my transfer. I'd be coming in as a fifth year, even though it was my first year there.
"Malfoy! Have you learned nothing from my classes?" Snape demanded, once again going to his students cauldron. We had just finished up a particularly nasty and advanced potion.
"I don't understand, Snape, it looks done right to me!" Draco defended his work. He wasn't wrong either, the potion was correct, and there had been no accidents along the way. Actually me and Draco had finished the potion in an impressive amount of time. Well impressive for him, my time and results were average for me, however my average was close to the same level as my instructors.
"Just because your potion didn't explode and the potion is somewhat effective does not make it a success." The professor snapped and gave Draco a smack on the back of the head. At Hogwarts he played favorites, according to the blond boy, but at home with no house cup on the line and no curve he was harsher. "When you can get it at an adequate potency I will inform your father that you have passed, until then I'd keep making it."
I quickly conformed myself as Snape turned towards my work space. "Alright, Shylah, your potion better not fall short of your usual performances." He informed me. I stood up a little straighter in pride. It'd be a lie if I said I never got nervous during our lessons, (transfiguration was a tricky practice for me), however I was confident in my potions abilities.
Snape inspected the translucent liquid in my cauldron and leaned back. "Very good Miss Riddle, well done as usual, you are welcome to leave if you'd wish. You can have the house elves bring you a snack as you wait until your father arrives to pick you up." That is exactly what I wanted to do, however Draco looked hopelessly loss, he seemed unsure of what to change to improve his results.
"May I assist Malfoy?" I asked politely. Snape scowled at me but nodded his head, I wasn't surprised, as long as I didn't make any dangerous or frivolous requests, I got what I wanted. "Alright, Draco, you absolute twit, give me that so I can demonstrate." I whispered to my friend. He rolled his eyes but stepped away.
"Good grief Shylah, I can figure this out without your big head getting in the way." He smirked at me and I glared back. I knew that look in the blonds eyes, he was about to say something incredibly dense. "In fact, if you aren't careful, you'll get yourself landed in Ravenclaw." He sneered at me.
"Bloody hell, Draco, is that really the best insult you've got. I may be intelligence, but we both know I'm a Slytherin through and through so don't even try." I snapped back at him, handing him back the wand so he could finish what I had started for him. The angle he had been holding his wand made the liquid stir in a sort of wonky manner.
"Language!" Snape snapped from his desk where he was going over some paperwork. I was curious to know if it was paperwork from my father or from the school. However I knew better than to get any closer. While I was feared and obeyed by my peers, the older Death Eaters knew me as my fathers daughter, as a child. I suppose it can't be helped though, so why try and resist the inevitable.
"Alright, Drac, the rest is up to you, I'm going upstairs to the parlor to wait until Dad gets here." I told him, grabbing my things and walking up the stone stairs. The cool air of the dungeon was a drastic difference from the heat of the main floor. I hated heat, and seemed as if no matter how many charms or spells you placed, the hot air would still seep through. I was ready to go back home to the Riddle Residence.
"Darney!" I hollered softly, while my father and his followers had a distaste for house elves and muggles I didn't have the same ideals. My priorities lied elsewhere, in the freedom of use of magic, and to my superiority and those who practiced the dark arts. It didn't quite matter what your bloodline was to me, but rather if you were competent and powerful. Even a mudblood could be of much use if using magic in the proper, uninhibited way. My thoughts were interrupted by a pop. "Hello, could you bring me some biscuits and tea, not too much I'm just waiting on the Dark Lord." I told the house elf.
She nodded, not saying anything because that was what Snape preferred, and disappeared again with another pop. I sat down and grabbed a book out of my bag and began to read. This one was on the different uses and values of transfiguration. Snape though I might be more motivated to do well in it if I saw a use for it. Don't get me wrong it has great potential, but requires a large deal of effort in situations where there was an easier solution.
A couple minutes later I had put the book away and was drinking tea as Draco walked up the stairs. "Is Snape not coming to talk to our fathers and see us out?" I asked, setting my cup down. That was unusual, the professor would normally discuss our progress with our dads and give them an update.
"No, he said we were done until classes started, so there's nothing more to talk to them about." Draco said slumping down next to me. Apparently he had not held his wand at the right angle, based on his actions. It seemed as if he had not passed that last potion with flying colors. Which, just like me was expected of him, we were the heirs to the Dark Lord's place in the world. "I did better the second time so he let me come up here with you, but it still wasn't what I was hoping." He grumbled.
"Lighten up, Malfoy." I said nudging him with elbow. "Things will get better when you're back in potions with the Gryffindores, in comparison you do loads better. Right now everyone just expects you to be on the same level as me, which is ridiculous because I am Tom Riddle's offspring!" He just huffed in reply. "Look, you still are excellent with your curses, and as a future lieutenant, potions won't be that important. I can remind your dense parents of that for you." i offered.
"No, that will just make me look foolish." He said pouring himself a glass of tea.
"What could you possibly do now to make yourself look even more foolish." I scowled at the sound of Lucious Malfoy's voice. Loyal servant or not, he was a coward, and a brute towards his own family. While I prided myself in cruelty, you still needed to realize where your support came from and respect that. The man did not at all.
"Nothing of your concern." I said and stood up. "I assume father is close behind you?" I asked. He looked like he wanted to argue, and occasionally he did argue with me. However, I had made it clear to drop the subject and he knew first hand the consequences I dished out for disrespectful behavior. Of course I played favorites and spared certain people from my wrath. Hex me! I wanted some real friends.
"Yes, he should apparate in at any second. For now, me and Draco will be leaving." My friend stood and walked over to hold onto his father's robe. "Oh, and happy fifteenth birthday young lady." Lucious said before waving his wand disappearing.
Just as the two Malfoys had left a handsome man took their place. There was no denying my father's beauty, he had dark hair and chiseled features. While he was aged it, he still didn't look half his age, maybe only thirties. "Hello darling, how was your day?" Tom asked as I stood to join him. For all of the Dark Lord's sociopathic behavior he did find room to love me. It was strangely true, but he had been a good father to me my whole life.
"It went well, finished the last potion with flying colors, Snape thinks that I am even more advanced than a fifth year Hogwarts student!" I glowed with pride. "As long as I can fine tune my transfiguration and charm skills, I should be golden." My father nodded his head in approval and grabbed onto the collar of my shirt. A second later I was being sucked into my own entryway.