Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
This summer was anything but ordinary as Elizabeth 'Brooks' sat in her father's potion's lab. It was well past midnight, but the fourteen year old was wide awake, awaiting her father's return. She didn't enjoy the fact that he served the Dark Lord since he had risen only a month before the end of the school year. The Slytherin sighed as she slumped against the wall and stretched her legs out in front of her. Several strains of her long black hair fell into her pale face as she huffed. Seconds later the sound of the fireplace roaring to life as the floo network was accessed alerted her that her father was home.
Severus Snape stumbled out of the hearth and fell face first onto the floor. His body ached after the latest bout of the Cruciatus Curse, they had failed once again to gain access to Potter and they had paid for it dearly. . . Trust him they did. Soon the soft foot falls of his daughter could be heard as he pushed himself up into a sitting position.
"Take this, it'll help." Elizabeth stated as she pulled off the Death Eater mask that adorned her father's face.
The summer was just like normal, Harry Potter lay on the floor in his room covered in blood and crying softly. The fourteen year old should have been use to it by now, but he wasn't and all he wanted at the moment was a family that would care for him. Love him. He would get his wish soon.
Author's notes: Just an Idea I have, tell me what you think.