Hey, I figure my birthday's in four days, (I haven't gotten any mail yet... :'() and I already know the basic plot of book 7, so here it is. The much awaited (I hope) first chapter of my sequel for Snape's Daughter.
SUMMARY OF FIRST FIC: A new first yeear arrives, but she's older than any other student and Snape is her father. She attends Hogwarts while they learn to get along and at the end of the school year, Saoirse decides to stay with her father for the summer rather than go home to her mother.
p.s. I found an excellent English to Latin transator website, and all made up spells not appearing in the HP series were probably thought up by me :)
Sequel
Chapter one.
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"What happens if the Dark Lord calls you?" asked Saoirse on the evening after teh school holidays ended.
They were both seated in her father's private study, adjacent to the shabby living room and hidden behind a secret door. The walls were lined with row after row of books and there was a fireplace against the far wall, where several potion bottles sat on the mantle. Next to these, Saoirse saw, was the picture frame she'd given him for his birthday back in January. She smiled, remembering. It had been ust before Christmas, and she had taken a photo of them both before going off into Diagon Alley.
She sat in one armchair and he sat on the floor, amid a pile of scattered books on defensive dark spells. The one he was reading was titled "Fighting Dark with Dark; What to do when you're about to die".
He looked up at her question, looking, as always, surprised to see her still there.
"Stay in the house, of course. I'm looking up a few hexes for you to practice if you have need," he said quietly, his dark eyes scanning columns in the book. He brushed a strand of dark, greasy hair out of his face and tucked it behind his ear. (It was a habit he'd had since he was small, watching his mother read)
"Cool. Hey, what's this one do?" she asked, poiting to a handwritten spell in an old book. It read, in brackets, "evolo". Snape took her book and looked at it thoughtfully.
"I made this one up when I was about your age. It means to fly. I can fly without a broomstick, but this one might be difficult for you," he explained. Saoirse shivered slightly; she wasn't so sure she'd like that one too much; she was afraid of great heights.
Could I try making up a spell on my own?" she asked, closing the book.
Snape gave a twisted sort of snile.
"I don't see why not, although I don't think it will work. Be my guest," he invited.
Saoirse thought hard for a moment. She had noticed a lot of spells used were derived from latin, and she knew a little bit, mostly from her German classes in high school.
She raised her wand, pointed it at a random book on the floor, and said, "conscindo!"
The book tore itself to pieces before their very eyes, and Snape raised an eyebrow, surprised and impressed. She could make up her own spells on the spot.
Her father looked around the room, and spotted something on a shelf way up high.
"See if you can levitate that vial down here and create a spell to turn it solid," he challenged her. He seriously doubted she would be able to do this.
Saoirse concentrated on the proferred vial and it floated gently down to her. She set it before her and thought for a moment, casting her mind back wildly for anything that would help her.
"Silex mutatio," she muttered, so he wouldn't hear in case she did it wrong. The flask did nothing.
"Mutatio silex," she said a little louder, and the vial exploded in a shower of glass. The contents had turned to solid rock.
"Wow, I did it!" she said, impressed with herself. She lowered her wand and picked up the newly transformed potion. It certainly felt like rock.
"Where did you learn latin?" asked her father. Saoirse set the vial-shaped rock down and smiled proudly.
"I took two years of German in high school and we had to learn a lot of latin roots. Plus I had a friend who was in latin club," she replied, thinking of her high school friend, Tyler.
"Impressive. Alright..." he said. He got to his feet, straightened his robes and conjured a mouse out of nowhere.
"See what you can do with this," he said, just a hint of malice in his voice. Saoirse got the feeling he knew what he wanted her to do to it. She figured she may as well prove to him she could do Dark Magic, even though it wasn't a favorite of hers.
"Eviscero," she mutterd, pointing her wand at the mouse, and Snape dropped it just in time to avoid the explosion of blood and guts. She had eviscerated it. She knew there was a traditional curse to do it, but she had very rashly made up her own way and the result had been a little more violent than she remembered reading in textbooks. The mouse no longer resembled a mouse.
Her father Vanished the mess and smiled grimly at her.
"You truly have talent, Saoirse," he complimented her.
"Let's hope the Death Eaters don't come recruiting. You'll keep me a secret from them, right?" she asked nervously. She wanted nothing at all to do with the motley group.
"I shall certainly try," he assured her, and he conjured a plate of cookies and milk out of nowhere.
They sat and had their afternoon tea as father and daughter.
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"Morsus."
The rat squeaked in pain and ran around in circles, trying to examine its own bitten tail. Saoirse had hit it was a biting curse she'd made up. Depending on how large she imagined the fangs, the bite wound was deeper and bigger around. Her father had told her to practice on small animals just in case she had to defend herself against the Death Eaters attacks, although she didn;t see why she had to use such dark magic.
Her father handed her a piece of parchment, upon which was written words in latin.
"I am going to jinx the rat, and you must try to repel me using that countercurse," he instructed. They were in his back yard, fenced in and surrounded on all sides by creeping vines and weeds. No one could see them.
"Ok," she said, her wand at the ready.
"Commoveo," her father muttered.
The rat began to run around in ciurcles, eeking in pain and aggitation and Saoirse read the parchment. It was a sort of chant.
"Libero, redintegro, bestia, be. Set this animal before me free," she read aloud. She looked. The animal was still clearly in a lot of aggitation.
"Repeat them over and over again," he instructed.
"Libero, bestia, redintegro, bestia, libero bestia, redintegro bestia..." she repeated, and suddenly, her father's jinx started to weaken.
"Don't stop," he said, his wand and eyes fixed on the rat. Saoirse tried not to blink and kept muttering under her breath untiol the jinx was lifted completely.
"I'd say it's a start," he smiled, and Saoirse lowered her wand, smiling back.
Suddenly, without warning, her father turned his wand on her with a cry of "Imperio!"
Her mind went blank, and her father's voice said "kill the rat." He was trying to control her!
With a scream of rage, she wrenched her mind free and jinxed her father instead. He rolled on the ground, laughing (that would be a sight to behold, eh?); she had hit him with a tickling jinx. She lifted it immediately, sorry, and he stood up, brushing dirt off his robes and brushing his hair out of his face.
"Not one to be controlled, I see," he said, still smiling.
Saoirse glared defiantly at him, as if daring him to try it again. NO ONE controlled what she said or did. NO ONE.
And she told him so.
"I won't tolerate it," she said simply.
"Well, they'd have a hard time convincing you to do anything for them," he said.
"Damn right," she agreed, still glaring mutinously at the rat he'd told her to kill. She hated the idea of a man, or anyone, controlling her every move. She had endured too much of that as a child, and she was sick of taking orders. No one had the right to force her to do something. That right was hers and hers alone. Only SHE was going to live her life.
"Right," said Snape, glancing up at the evening sky. The blue was fading to a dusky pruple, which was fading to a twilight pink. Saoirse felt strangely at peace with the world.
"Shall we call it a day?" he asked, gesturing to the back door of the house.
"Sure," she said, marginally more cheerful, and they both went inside the house. As she went inside, she could be heard muttering under her breath, the incantation he'd taught her:
"Libero, bestia, redintegro, bestia, libero bestia, redintegro bestia..."
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Well, what do you think? Please review!!!!!