Disclaimer - This story was written for me and my boyfriend's enjoyment .
We enjoy
Writing it so much that we want you to enjoy it too. The entire Harry
Potter universe belongs to J. K Rowling except our characters Laura Snape
and Joe Potter. Please R+R!
Curse of the Basilisk's Eye
Dedicated to my girl-friend, Laura
CHAPTER 1- DEATH OF A HERO
Voldemort rounded on the lady cowering in the corner and hissed, "Where is.the girl?" The lady screamed louder and held on to a chair leg nearby, but Voldemort simply dismissed it with a jet from his wand. "What do you want with Laura?" she squeaked, her eyes darting helplessly from wall to burning wall. She had a headache and her heart was racing. "I believe she may be the one I am looking for." he hissed, yet angrier this time. He raised his wand, the lady screamed, and a jet of green light issued from its tip. The house buckled, then collapsed, leaving only a smouldering wreck.
"Some say she was a hero. A martyr, if ya will, and the kid weren't even in the place! Few folks say they heard a few screams from the top window, but I reckon that's just talk of the town."Old Tom was seated on a barstool in an old wizarding pub, the Leaky Cauldron, and the bartender, a Mr Donald Fisher, after Tom (the old bartender) passed away, was cleaning the same glass over and over, his face transfixed upon the old punter. The other patrons were seated in a circular fashion around the stool. "What happened to lil Laura then?" one of them piped up anxiously. Old Tom grunted. "Dunno. Maybe she din't die, like in Harry Potter's case, or maybe she did.Anyways, I reckons that's enough stories for today. C'mon, alls o'ya back over t'ya tables."The wizards moaned, but moved back over to their tables. Soon the talk had started up again.
"Let's see.powdered root of lionfish." Severus Snape stood over the desk in his study, thinking hard. He was trying to concoct a fairly difficult potion, but his daughter was hanging around in the background, staring at him. "What do you want, Laura?" he said, coldly. "I am busy," "I know, Dad, but I just wanted to know." she said. She was cut off, however, by Snape's unforgiving stare- those cold, black eyes. "Sorry," she mumbled, and she went out, closing the door behind her.
Laura Snape was a pretty girl, about 5'4, and she was 14 years of age. She had black hair, and brown eyes. She wore a black robe, draped over her most of the time, like her father- but the thing that separated the two most were their personalities. Laura was an outgoing, feisty young woman who often got into trouble at her old primary school, which was a Muggle school, so much more was frowned upon there than was at Hogwarts.
Severus Snape, however, as I'm sure you'll already know, was the exact opposite. He was cold, withdrawn and sarcastic, scolding anyone (or thing) that managed to somehow gain entry into his quarters. He loved his daughter, deep down, however he brushed aside this feeling and carried on with his studies. As he read down the list of Gryffindor's he would be teaching Defence against the Dark Arts to this year, his lip curled into a slight smile, more of a smirk. "Joe Potter.Another of our new.celebrities,"
Curse of the Basilisk's Eye
Dedicated to my girl-friend, Laura
CHAPTER 1- DEATH OF A HERO
Voldemort rounded on the lady cowering in the corner and hissed, "Where is.the girl?" The lady screamed louder and held on to a chair leg nearby, but Voldemort simply dismissed it with a jet from his wand. "What do you want with Laura?" she squeaked, her eyes darting helplessly from wall to burning wall. She had a headache and her heart was racing. "I believe she may be the one I am looking for." he hissed, yet angrier this time. He raised his wand, the lady screamed, and a jet of green light issued from its tip. The house buckled, then collapsed, leaving only a smouldering wreck.
"Some say she was a hero. A martyr, if ya will, and the kid weren't even in the place! Few folks say they heard a few screams from the top window, but I reckon that's just talk of the town."Old Tom was seated on a barstool in an old wizarding pub, the Leaky Cauldron, and the bartender, a Mr Donald Fisher, after Tom (the old bartender) passed away, was cleaning the same glass over and over, his face transfixed upon the old punter. The other patrons were seated in a circular fashion around the stool. "What happened to lil Laura then?" one of them piped up anxiously. Old Tom grunted. "Dunno. Maybe she din't die, like in Harry Potter's case, or maybe she did.Anyways, I reckons that's enough stories for today. C'mon, alls o'ya back over t'ya tables."The wizards moaned, but moved back over to their tables. Soon the talk had started up again.
"Let's see.powdered root of lionfish." Severus Snape stood over the desk in his study, thinking hard. He was trying to concoct a fairly difficult potion, but his daughter was hanging around in the background, staring at him. "What do you want, Laura?" he said, coldly. "I am busy," "I know, Dad, but I just wanted to know." she said. She was cut off, however, by Snape's unforgiving stare- those cold, black eyes. "Sorry," she mumbled, and she went out, closing the door behind her.
Laura Snape was a pretty girl, about 5'4, and she was 14 years of age. She had black hair, and brown eyes. She wore a black robe, draped over her most of the time, like her father- but the thing that separated the two most were their personalities. Laura was an outgoing, feisty young woman who often got into trouble at her old primary school, which was a Muggle school, so much more was frowned upon there than was at Hogwarts.
Severus Snape, however, as I'm sure you'll already know, was the exact opposite. He was cold, withdrawn and sarcastic, scolding anyone (or thing) that managed to somehow gain entry into his quarters. He loved his daughter, deep down, however he brushed aside this feeling and carried on with his studies. As he read down the list of Gryffindor's he would be teaching Defence against the Dark Arts to this year, his lip curled into a slight smile, more of a smirk. "Joe Potter.Another of our new.celebrities,"