On the tenth day of Christmas Father gave to me... ten chocolate frogs a leaping, nine hugs, eight stink bombs in my bed, seven kisses underneath the Mistletoe, six invites to a Christmas Eve bash, five appointments to a Muggle dentist, four boiled eggs, three single Lilies, two detentions and a bottle of shampoo:
I was frightened of going home but Fleurdelice had promised me that I could move in with her come Summer. I sighed as I watched Lily move away not even acknowledging me. Fleurdelice told me that I could not change what has conspired.
When I got home, I received a beating from Father for no reason at all. Or as he said, because of the demonic magic I pocessed. I couldn't help what I had inherited. My mother was sat on the settee trying her hardest to ignore by knitting in the Muggle-way.
I was several hours after this that Father gave me a neatly wrapped presently. I looked at him trying to believe that he was trying his best but this had to be too good to be true. I tore open the gift and suddenly sprang back as about ten chocolate frogs leapt out of the box. I looked to Father who was stood there laughing so hard that he was clutching his sides. This is why I loathed chocolate frogs.
"Merry Christmas, son!" Father grinned as he went out of the room. Mother looked at me apologetically then went back to her knitting. No one cared about me in this household, not even my mother.
Author Notes:
This is what happened to poor Snapey when he was younger. It was strange he inherited the Snape home when his parents passed away.
Anyhow, review if you feel sorry for Snapey.
Chelsea Leigh aka Rinnie10