A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Writing Club January

Assorted Appreciation: 11 - Green Gold - Write a Gryffindor/Slytherin relationship (doesn't have to be romantic) Daughter/Father

Disney Challenge: songs - 2. Dig A Little Deeper: Write about someone trying to figure out who they are.

World of Comics: 24 - (Relationship) parent/child

Marvel Appreciation: O - Odin: (Character: Odin) OR (Relationship: Father&Child)

Lyric Alley: 8- You're so fuckin' special

Word Count: 613

Rose stared at the bright red envelope in her hand. She'd known the minute the large raven had landed in front of her at Gryffindor table it would be bad. She'd only hoped her letter explaining what had really happened had reached her parents before the school owl had. Judging by the howler she was now holding, that hope had been in vain.

"Rose Minerva Snape! How dare you get detention on your first day of school! Even worse, you know better than to be messing around in potions class. You are a Snape, you have brought shame to our family name. I expect you to serve detention without a single word of complaint. You are lucky no one was injured by your foolishness!"

The howler finished its screamed lecture and then shredded itself into tiny red confetti that fell over Rose's head marking her as the recieptent of the howler.

"Wow, that was intense," one her classmates said staring at Rose. She wanted to sink into her seat and disappear. She wondered if it was possible to steal her Uncle Harry's invisibility cloak and wear it permanently. She doubted it.

"It could have been worse," James stated.

"How?" Rose asked wondering if her father would always be disappointed in her.

"It could have been me," James answered laughing. Rose glared at him and considered dumping the bowl of mashed potatoes she was eating over his head.

"I wouldn't," Albus muttered. "You're in enough trouble without starting a food fight, besides, James isn't worth getting another day of detention for, he's an idiot."

"Well, at least I'm not the one who got a howler for messing around in potions," James retorted.

"I wasn't messing around, the jar was mislabeled! If Lacey had added it to the potion, it would have blown up. It's not my fault Professor Thomas didn't listen when I tried to explain. Pretty sure he hates me," Rose grumbled.

"Probably was a student of your father's, everyone hated him, even Dad," Albus commented as Rose sank further into her seat. "Don't worry, Rose, things will get better. Eventually you'll do something interesting and everyone will forget you're a Snape and you'll be seen for yourself," he added giving Rose a smile. "I mean, look at James. You don't see everyone fawning over him because of who our dad is, do you?"

"No, I guess not."

"Exactly! Once everyone realized he was not nearly as interesting, they found things about him to dislike on their own," Albus laughed causing Rose to laugh loudly, forgetting about howler for a moment. Rose knew she could always count on Albus, no matter how bad things got, no matter how disappointed her father seemed in her, Albus was always there for her.

She was glad he'd been sorted into Gryffindor with her, the idea of spending the next seven years without him by her side had been her worst nightmare before attending Hogwarts. Of course, she was fairly certain that being sorted into Gryffindor was yet another reason for her father to be disappointed.

Rose knew she wasn't as smart as her parents, that she was only mediocre in potions, and her idea of fun didn't involve books, or reading, or anything scholarly. Instead, she liked climbing trees, getting into trouble, and fighting with James Potter. She wondered if she'd ever be the perfect Snape, if her father would ever be proud of her for just being her? She picked up the tattered remains of the howler and sighed. Maybe this year wasn't going to be so magical after all, maybe she'd just make yet another mistake, and bring yet more disappointment to her father?