Disclaimer: I never put one of these on the first two chapters, and I probably won't on any others because they are pointless. All of this, except Lillia, belongs to JKR. Anyone who could possibly be confused on this matter is a git!
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Severus Snape frowned inwardly as he watched the girl sleep out of the corner of his eye. He tried not to take his hands from the wheel of the car to rub his burning mark. He forced his thoughts away from his impatient master on onto the girl. Lillia had always been the brightest student in his House. But could she really be the daughter of Lord Voldemort? She always has the highest marks of any in her year. She could brew the most difficult potion with perfection and ease. She could most often be found in the library with piles of ancient books around her. Many questioned her placement in Slytherin over Ravenclaw. But as bright as Lillia was, she was missing one main characteristic that she did not share with the Dark Lord: ambition. She never strove to excel over her classmates. She seemed more avid about meeting her own goals and meeting her own potential. She had very little concern in making the connections and relationships that a young Lord Voldemort did. Lillia usually settled for polite interest when cornered in a social situation. She seemed comfortably detached from her peers. Snape had always pinned her as simply studious, but after seeing her behavior in the orphanage he began to question his assumptions. At school Lillia was confident if quiet. She didn't seemed shamed by anything that she did or felt. When she had been exposed as a Mudblood she had appeared unabashed. But he was beginning to think that she was hiding something.
Severus had told her who her real father was the second they had reached the car. He had been instructed to do so, and he was relieved. He had not wanted her to have to face Lord Voldemort without some form of warning. But if he had been told not to say anything he wouldn't have said anything. Somehow she had taken it all in stride. She had simply smiled thinly at him with sorrowful eyes and said. "Oh. So that is why I wasn't sorted into Ravenclaw."
He only hoped that she could maintain such composure in the face of the most feared wizard in the world. The Dark Lord would not accept weakness from his heir. Much more was expected than that. But surely she could handle it. How quick she had been at the orphanage' how smoothly she took the news of her father. The transition of her personality was almost startling. How unsure of herself she had been around the awful Muggle woman. How collected she seemed now. Her indifference at school. Severus Snape was begging to think that Lillia would make quite a good Death Eater herself.
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