CHAPTER 1: My Life

Disclaimer: I own nothing but Leslie.

Leslie's POV

My name is Leslie. I am 15 years old and have waist length black hair. My skin is pale and my eyes are a bright green. My mother died when I was only 4 months old. Right now I am sitting in a grassy field and let me just tell you, right now my life sucks. Let me tell you how I got here.

9 YEARS AGO

Snape's POV

"My lord you can't do this to her", I said.

"She's a distraction", Voldemort said.

"Please, don't hurt her. It's my fault, she has done nothing wrong", I begged.

"Get a grip, she's just a foolish girl", Voldemort growled.

"Please, take it out on me just leave her alone", I begged again.

"Maybe this will teach you a lesson. Curcio", Voldemort yelled.

I fell over feeling pain all over me, it felt like I was being stabbed over and over again, I felt like dyeing. I heard a pop and the pain was slowly going away. I looked up to see that Voldemort was gone.

"No", I whispered.

Leslie's POV

I was sitting in my room reading a book when I heard someone in the living room.

"Daddy", I called.

No one answered. I put down my book and got up. Then the door was blown up. I screamed when I saw someone behind it that I have never seen before, he was snake like. He smirked at me and raised his wand.

"Curcio", the stranger yelled.

I fell over screaming and crying.

"This will teach your father to obey me", he whispered in my ear.

I got up and was about to run out my door when he used another spell on me that sent me flying down the hall. I tried to get up but my legs were locked together. I screamed again when the stranger walked up to me. He sneered and raised his wand again.

"Avada Kedavra", he yelled.

I saw a green flash and everything went black.

Snape's POV

I finally got the opportunity to disapperate back to my house. I ran into my house.

"LESLIE" I yelled.

There was no answer, I ran up stairs. To my horror I saw her body lying in the hall. I ran over to her. My eyes filled with tears and I picked her up. I stroked her hair and sobbed.

"Leslie, I am so sorry this is all my fault", I whispered.

Leslie's POV

I opened my eyes to see my dad crying.

"Daddy", I whispered.

He jumped and looked at my in the eyes.

"Leslie you're alive. How did you survive he used the killing curse on you", my dad said.

"I don't know. Daddy, it hurts", I whispered.

"It's ok he's not going to hurt you anymore. Where going to visit Dumbledore", my dad said and picked me up and with a pop we were gone.

We arrived in Dumbledore's office. My dad laid me on a chair and went to find Dumbledore. A minute later Dumbledore came running over to me.

"Are you ok", he asked.

I nodded and he sighed.

"I can't let her stay with me. If he finds out that she is still alive he will come looking for her", my dad said.

"I know, we will have to give her to a muggle family", Dumbledore said.

Dumbledore went to his desk and looked through some papers.

"Leslie, you know I will always love you and I need you to go to another family for awhile, ok", my dad said with concern in his voice but I knew it hurt him to say it.

"I know daddy, I will love you to. You will come back for me, promise", I said.

"I promise", my dad said.

We walked over to Dumbledore's desk.

"I found the perfect place for her to stay", Dumbledore said.

My dad nodded and knelt down in front of me.

"I will see you soon Leslie", my dad said and kissed my forehead.

"Ok daddy", I said and walked over to Dumbledore and grabbed his hand and with a pop we were gone.

We landed in front of a small house and Dumbledore knocked on the door and a lady answered. They talked for awhile and she agreed to let me stay. But Dumbledore made a big mistake, once he was gone I was treated like a slave, I had to do everything right around the house, if I did it wrong they would hit me until I was bleeding and they would starve me. Years past and I was finally 10 years old. Today both of my "parents" were gone. I was going with my plan, I was running away. I grabbed my bag and ran as fast as I could away from that house. I ran to a little stand. I asked for a job and the man accepted. I worked there for a couple of day and earned enough money that would last me for a couple of weeks. I ran again never staying in one place for too long. I have also gave up on waiting for my dad to come back for me even though he promised me. 6 more years past and here I was sitting in a grassy field. Every day I had to run. I taught myself to trust no one no matter how nice they are to you.

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