Author's Note: I haven't written a fan fiction in a long time, but because completion of the seventh Harry Potter book has left me feeling very unsatisfied, I feel the need to change everything. I'm aware that it's short, but I'm trying, so please bear with me for now. Longer chapters will be coming in the near future. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter characters, places, items, spells, etc.
Chapter One -- Leaving The House
Isabella Snape had been napping in her bed for the past forty-five minutes when her father woke her with a rough knock on her door. The seventeen year old girl woke with a start at the noise, but upon hearing her father's voice, immediately burrowed deeper into her comforter. He continued knocking and in an effort to block out the racket the girl took one of her pillows and covered he head with it. The bat-like man pounded ever louder on the door.
"Isabella, if I do no see you downstairs, with your things, and ready to go before ten minutes are up, then I am leaving you at home!" After shouting his threat, Isabella's father gracefully swept down the stairs to wait by the front door. Feeling defeated, his daughter slowly heaved herself out of bed and dragged herself over to her full-length mirror.
The curly hair she'd inherited from her mother was sticking up in odd directions, and the carefully planned outfit she was wearing was already wrinkled. She pulled the clothes the best she could to cover her slightly chubby (though she preferred to say curvaceous) figure, and slipped her feet into a waiting pair of black shoes, which laced up with a flick of her wand. As she reached to grab a hair elastic from her dresser, she knocked over the make-up she'd meant to put on before heading to the train station. I wasn't about to win a beauty pageant anyway she thought glumly to herself and with another wave of her wand, the make-up neatly packed itself into her waiting school trunk.
"Isabella Marie Snape, you have five minutes left before I leave this house without you, so I certainly hope you're out of bed." Isabella groaned after hearing her father shout. After spending her first six years of schooling at a relatively small magical academy, she was not looking forward to switching to Hogwarts. Pulling her hair into a messy ponytail she looked around her bedroom, checking to make sure she'd remembered to pack everything she would need.
Twenty minutes later Isabella was levitating her now-ready trunk down the staircase. Her father glanced up over his book at her.
"You're lucky I'm a patient man. Any other person would have left without you," her father's voice was filled with sarcasm. Isabella looked over at him with an annoyed expression.
"I'd forgotten to pack a few things. I just wanted to make sure I had them for school." she snapped at him. She blamed her father for the move. Just because it was now safe for her to attend Hogwarts with the Dark Lord gone, it didn't mean she wanted to.
"What did you forget?" her father asked her, with an expression of being highly amused on his face. "Your school books?" With a small grin at his daughter's angry expression, Severus Snape stood up, and placed one hand on his daughter's trunk and the other on her shoulder. Hey would travel by side-along apparation to platform nine and ¾ because the clumsy Isabella Snape had not yet mastered apparating herself. With a small pop the two disappeared from their living room and reappeared on a crowded and noisy platform.