The Gryffindor Serpent

by Snapemalfoy

Hermione's life changes forever one warm summer evening when she is brutally betrayed by the man whom she believed would love her unconditionally, her father. Fearful for her life, Hermione flees, colliding head first into another life, as the daughter of Severus Snape and Narcissa Malfoy. Through them, Hermione learns the true meaning of love, friendship and family.

19. Chapter 19

Chapter 19 Birthday Love

Hermione made her way out of her bathroom to her adjoining bedroom completely nude. It was her birthday and she was in the process of getting ready for her date with Viktor Krum. She sighed as she sat on the edge of the bed and picked up her lotion to begin applying liberal amounts of it to her arms, legs, and body. There was a knock at the door that she decided to ignore. Everyone knew that she was getting ready for her date, so who would be knocking?

Satisfied after she had completely moisturized her entire body, Hermione turned to the blood-red and black lace bra and panty set that was laying on her bed next to the red thin spaghetti strapped, tight form-fitting dress that Pansy had gifted her with for the occasion. It had a low neckline that was a bit too revealing for Hermione's taste, but she decided to ignore it and just enjoy herself for the night; you only turn fifteen, once right? Pulling on her undergarments, Hermione sighed as the knocking continued once more.

"Hermione, dear, it's your mother, may I come in," called Narcissa's voice from the door. Hermione waved her wand, quickly casting an unlocking charm at the door.

The door opened and entered Narcissa looking as beautiful and as radiant as ever, if not a little underdressed in a navy-blue Prada summer swing dress that stopped just above her knees, with a pair of matching suede Prada pumps. She was carrying a bag of treats for Crookshanks in one hand, and a gift bag in the other. She smiled happily at her daughter as she crossed the room full of elegance and pulled her into a tight embrace.

"Happy Birthday, sweetheart," she said, as she kissed her on her cheeks and forehead. "I can't believe it's been fifteen years since you were born," she said, hugging her again as tears filled her eyes. "My baby girl is all grown up."

"Oh Mom, you're going to make me start crying, too," said Hermione, laughing and pulling away from her mother. "Besides I have to finish getting dressed."

Narcissa walked beside her and looked at her outfit laid out on the bed. "You're not planning on wearing this tonight, are you?" She asked, horrified. Hermione nodded. "Pansy gifted me with this for my date with Viktor," she explained, shrugging, not understanding what the big deal was.

Narcissa shook her head vigorously. "No, no, no, Hermione," she said, as she began to pull her items from the gift bag. Inside was a nice form-fitting black body dress that had a modest neckline and stopped just above the knees and a pair of Christian Louboutin black pumps. Hermione squealed with delight

"Oh my, she exclaimed with delight. I can't believe you got me Red Bottoms!" Narcissa smiled happily, pleased that her daughter knew about the latest fashion, even if it was muggle.

"Never wear red on a first date," said Narcissa as she showed her daughter the more eloquent outfit to wear. "It screams 'I'm a whore,'" she said in a matter-of-fact tone. "You don't want to give the wrong impression, dear. A man will take one look at you in that dress and automatically try to bed you."

Seeing the look of indignation on Hermione's face, Narcissa sighed. "I'm not saying Viktor is like this, honey," she said, trying to pacify Hermione. "But even the most honorable of men can, and most times will be distracted and aroused by seeing a beautiful young lady in a dress like that."

Hermione sighed but donned the black dress instead of the red. She had to admit it did make her feel much more comfortable than she believed the red one would have made her feel. She turned to face herself in the full-length mirror that she had on the wall beside her bed. I really do look incredible, she thought to herself as she smiled.

"Can you please do something to my hair," asked Hermione, looking at her mother through the mirror. "And my makeup. I want to look beautiful tonight."

"You're already beautiful, Hermione," said Narcissa, as she stood behind her to begin her hair. "And don't you ever forget that you hear me," she said sternly. Hermione smiled and said yes.

Seeing herself beside her mother, Hermione could see strong similarities. She was really growing into her figure, seemingly overnight, and she definitely had Narcissa's body. Their curves were nearly identical except Narcissa's were way fuller. Probably from childbearing, thought Hermione, as Narcissa began curling her hair with a curling spell. It took less than a minute for her to be finished. She then used her wand to apply a light layer of makeup to Hermione's face. She lightly applied smoke-colored eyeshadow to her lids, and a medium line of black eyeliner to both her top and bottom lids, that made her blue eyes stand out significantly, before applying a lengthening charm to her eyelashes, giving her a sexy, sultry look. She did not apply any foundation because she simply felt that Hermione did not need it, but she did give her deep ruby red lip coloring.

The effects were breathtaking. Hermione smiled at the beautiful silky curls as she swished and swayed them back and forth enjoying the flow of it as she looked at the woman before her. She felt beautiful, even standing beside the most beautiful woman she'd ever seen.

Narcissa possessed a beauty that intimidated other women and made them feel insecure about their own beauty. She could just walk into a room and command attention without speaking. Coming from the Ancient and Noble House of Black, she breathed superiority and didn't tangle with the likes of commoners.

However, Hermione did not feel the intimidation as she looked at herself and her mother in the mirror. In fact, she felt the complete opposite. She felt empowered. She was the daughter of Narcissa Black Malfoy, and she'd inherited her beauty. Never again would the likes of Lavender and Pavarti make her feel insecure again. From now on, she would hold her head high and step out like a queen, just like her mother does.

"You are beautiful, Hermione," Narcissa said quietly again. Hermione smiled again as she sat on the bed to put on her pumps.

Suddenly, there was a loud banging on the door. Hermione waved her wand, opening the door, not even bothering to ask who it was. There was only one person who would bang on her room door like that. Sure enough, the other side of the door revealed none other than Severus Snape himself.

He entered the room and greeted Narcissa with a kiss, that took her completely off guard and sent heat flowing to her nether regions. Why did he just kiss me, Narcissa wondered to herself, as she tried to quell the sudden desire she felt from a simple kiss, a peck really. It means nothing, she told herself.

Unknowing of the dilemma he'd left his ex in, Severus turned towards his daughter, and let out an audible gasp, as he stopped in his tracks. He couldn't believe how grown up and mature his daughter had gotten. Her smile was radiant as she turned her eyes, Narcissa's eyes, to him.

"Hey Daddy," she said absentmindedly, not realizing that this was the first time she'd addressed him as 'Daddy'. Severus' heart swelled at the title. Hermione stood and crossed the room to embrace her father. Narcissa smiled, standing slightly on the side of Hermione. Severus pulled back from their embrace and simply took in his daughter.

"Wow," he breathed. She's momentarily had him speechless.

Hermione giggled lightly. "How do I look, Dad," she asked, turning around so that he could see all of her.

Severus' eyes flicked to Narcissa, and she couldn't ignore the heat she saw in them. She squirmed and broke eye contact. She could not allow Severus to do this to her again.

Severus' eyes found Hermione's. "You look," he began, as his eyes went to Narcissa again, looking her body up and down before his eyes went back to his daughter's. "You look like your mother," he said, and this time, even Hermione saw the heat in his eyes as they went, once again, to her mother. Severus smirked as his eyes rested on Narcissa a moment too long, causing her to squirm. He knew he was turning her on.

"You are so beautiful, Hermione," Severus said looking back at her and silently summoning the gift bag that Narcissa left on the bed. He and Narcissa had spoken a few weeks ago, and it was decided that she would gift Hermione with sexy dresses with expensive matching shoes, and he would provide the accessories, meaning expensive jewelry to complete all three of the outfits they'd picked out together for her. Severus knew that he and the mother of his daughter differed on many things, and what Hermione should be allowed to wear was one of them. Narcissa didn't think they had anything to worry about with Hermione dressing on the sexier side because Hermione was not a fast girl. He, however, was more worried about the reaction of her peers, both male and female apparently, if Hermione was to start dressing sexier. She was her mother's daughter after all, and Narcissa had guys fighting for her affection since she was just twelve.

He and Narcissa had gone together, and they agreed on three modest but still sexy, dresses that Hermione could wear on dates with her boyfriend. They'd also picked out the finest diamond princess ruby tiara set they could find for her. He didn't mind doing anything for Hermione. She was his little princess, and she deserved to be showered in the best jewels. He'd done it for her mother, and it was only right that he does it for her as well.

He'd spoiled Narcissa when they'd dated. She'd grown up a spoiled brat and thus was hard to impress. He'd dump jewelry on her several times a month. Everything from diamonds and pearls, necklaces to bracelets, earrings, and anklets, to crowns and tiaras. She was his baby, and then, she'd had his baby, and now, their baby was standing in front of him looking so much like them both. He felt something in his chest. His eyes found Narcissa's again.

Narcissa couldn't help the growing need she felt. What the hell is going on with Severus? Why does he keep looking at me like that, she thought, as she watched him present their daughter with the tiara, she already knew he was giving her.

He expertly placed it on her head, having done so, so many times for Narcissa. She felt a moment of nostalgia, remembering all the times Severus had showered her with jewelry. His eyes found hers again, as Hermione turned to face her so he could clamp the necklace around her neck. Narcissa knew he was remembering as well. His eyes were full of heat, she was not imagining it. Seeing his eyes turn darker the longer he looked at her, Narcissa felt her panties getting wet. She hated the power he had over her.

Thank Merlin there was a knock on the door breaking the sexual tension that even Hermione felt. She'd backed away from her father and began removing her earrings to replace them with the new ones that completed the tiara, necklace, and bracelet set that she'd just received from her father. It was white gold and decked with rubies, matching her lipstick perfectly, and bringing out the red on the bottom of her shoes.

Hermione suspected her parents had gotten her gifts together, and she was happy to know she could bring them together. Speaking of which, what the hell is up with these two, she thought. Her mother and father were practically staring at each other in a way that was obviously sexual.

They looked as if, as if, they were having sex with each other, except they weren't. They were three feet apart, fully clothed and not touching. But damn Mom looks like she's about to come standing right there.

Hermione's eyes briefly glanced at her father's crouch and sure enough, there was an unmistakable bulge. She quickly averted her eyes back to her mother, wondering if her father was projecting images in her mind. Suddenly a thought hit her. This was the first time she'd ever seen her parents showing any kind of sexual interest in each other. They were always like friends if you don't count the beginning, and well, those were hectic times. Her father had shown that he'd more than cared for her mother the day her little sister was born. Afterward, they were back to the friendship relationship they had.

This, however, was something completely different. This was intense. These were years of pent-up emotions, that she suspected both suppressed on the account of Narcissa's marriage, about to come forth. If the way they were silently fucking each other three feet apart, without touching and fully clothed, was anything to go on, when they do break, for there was no question in Hermione's mind that they were going to make love again, the question was when. When they did, it was going to be explosive. Years of pent-up desire and passion and love all coming out and she most certainly did not want it to happen in her bedroom while she awaited her date. Needless to say, Viktor's knock couldn't have come at a better time.

Severus and Narcissa instantly snapped out of their daze. Hermione watched amazed as Narcissa straightened her dress and her calm demeanor slid into place. She instantly transformed into the "Ice Queen" and one would never know seconds before she was on the verge of having a silent orgasm.

Severus marched to the door, wrenched it open with unnecessary force, and glared at the young man on the other side.

Viktor smiled unfazed. "Good evening, Professor Snape," he said smoothly before making his way into the room. His eyes immediately found Hermione, and like her father, he stopped in his tracks.

"Great Merlin, Hermione you are a sight for sore eyes. He bowed to her before pulling her into a hug and kissing her soundly on the lips. Hermione froze for half a second before kissing him back. Viktor pulled back and looked her in the eyes. "Happy Birthday, Hermione, you look incredible. Beauty unmatched," he said before he kissed her on the lips again." He smiled and winked at her.

"Unless," he said, turning from Hermione and facing Narcissa. "Unless, of course, if it is by the Queen of Beauty herself," he said as he took Narcissa's hand and kissed it.

"Madame Malfoy, what an honor." he beamed brightly before stepping back and looking her up and down. "And I must say that the Prophet does not do you justice. You are absolutely stunning."

He kissed her hand again, before looking back at Hermione. "I see that you will only get more beautiful with age, my love," he said, winking at her again.

Hermione chuckled quietly. She knew what Viktor was doing and she thought it was brilliant. "I look forward to getting old with you if this," he twirled Narcissa around by the hand. "Is anything to go off of."

Narcissa giggled. "Mr. Krum, you flatter me," she said smiling. Viktor smiled as well, before kissing her hand a third time. "No flattery needed, my dear." Severus cleared his throat and stepped forward and wrapped his arm possessively around Narcissa's waist, pulling her closer to him.

"I believe your attention should be on my daughter, Mister Krum," he said curtly.

Viktor smiled. "Of course," he said as he made his way to Hermione's side, looping his hand in hers.

"Shall I go over the rules," Severus said, and Hermione noticed he'd not removed his hand from around her mother's waist, something that Narcissa was fully aware of as well.

"Uh no, Dad, please don't," said Hermione. "We won't do anything we are not supposed to do." Narcissa smiled at the two of them. "Severus, did you bring the camera," she asked.

"Huh, uh er no, I forgot."

"It's alright Dad," said Hermione, turning to leave.

"Have fun, baby," said Narcissa.

"Not too much," Severus added, sending a glare at Viktor.

They left. Narcissa looked down at the arm still wrapped around her waist, back up to Severus' face. She let out a small gasp. The heat in his eyes had returned, and they were burning. Narcissa felt her arousal return ten folds and she began to get wet.

"I couldn't wait for them to leave," said Severus, in his deep seductive baritone. "So, I could have you all alone."

He didn't wait for a response. In what seemed like an instant, he wrapped his arms around Narcissa as he pulled her into a searing kiss. He attacked her lips with purpose, and she couldn't stop them from parting. His tongue entered her mouth and all rational thoughts flew out the window.

All she knew was him. The feel of his mouth on hers. The scent of his cologne wafting through her nostrils. The feel of his hands on her body as he walked her backward to the bed. The back of her legs hit the bed and she fell back, him on top of her, tongues wrestling, both fighting to undress the other.

"I've never thanked you for giving me my daughter," he said as he latched onto her bare nipple and sucked hard, causing Narcissa's back to arch as she moaned out in pleasure. He alternated between her two breasts, sucking hard and nipping lightly, stopping only to capture her lips in a searing kiss as his fingers found her sweet bundle of nerves and caressed it, pinching and circling as he tried to devour her mouth and breasts.

She was gone. She was so wet, dripping in fact, for him. She didn't understand how they'd gotten to this point, it'd all happened so fast, but she'd be damned if she wanted him to stop.

He let out a guttural moan as he entered her for the first time in over fifteen years. Narcissa moaned softly, happily. She could not believe that she was back in this position with Severus Snape again. She had hoped, had prayed even to be with Severus again. She'd never thought it would happen.

He felt so good inside her, so much better than Lucius ever had and probably ever will to her. He stroked her with the expertise that had turned her out nearly twenty years before. She gripped him tighter, pulled him closer to her body, all the while, sapphire and onyx eyes stared into each other.

"Hermione is perfect," continued Severus, as he sunk into her again. "And beautiful, and smart."

"Oh, Severus," Narcissa moaned. Merlin, she loved this man. "I love you."

"I love you too, Narcissa," confessed Severus. "I never stopped loving you either. I'm so sorry I hurt you, I wish I could take it all back. I have the most beautiful and smartest daughter in all of Hogwarts, that Hogwarts has seen in a generation," he continued confessing his love and gratitude as he relentlessly stroked her.

All Narcissa could feel was perfect bliss, she was getting closer.

"And it's all because of you," Severus continued before he kissed her lips as he began to actively fuck the brains out of the mother of his child, stroking her hard, fast, and deep, as he kissed and sucked her lips and neck and breasts, all the while telling her how much he loved her. How much he missed her. How he regretted not marrying her. How he wished Draco and Isis were also his children. How Lucius didn't deserve her but most of all he thanked her, repeatedly, for Hermione, as he fucked and made love to her until they both fell asleep in each other's arms.

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Charity B. Snape couldn't believe what she'd stumbled upon. She'd been busy grading papers all day and had not had time to give Hermione her birthday present. She made her way to Hermione's bedroom and had just raised her hand to knock when she became aware of the unmistakable sounds of lovemaking. She turned, as she did not want to overhear Hermione and her boyfriend having sex, and made to leave when she heard the unmistakable voice of her husband.

"I love you so much." She'd heard Severus say, causing her to turn back to the room to listen. "I've missed you, missed this so fucking much, Cissy."

There was a mewing-like moan of pleasure that belonged to Narcissa Malfoy. Charity was unable to move, rooted to the spot, shocked beyond disbelief.

"I regret not marrying you when I had the chance," Charity heard her husband tell his ex. His words were like a knife to her heart. "Lucius does not deserve you," continued Severus as he hammered into her. Neither he nor Narcissa realized how loud they'd gotten. "Draco and Isis were supposed to be mine," Severus grunted and Narcissa flew over the edge, screaming out in pleasure, his name the only coherent thing Charity could make out.

Tears falling, she forced herself to walk away from the door. By the sounds of it, Severus was not done yet, and she couldn't bear to hear him confessing what she long had suspected him to feel which was regret for not eloping with Narcissa Black over fifteen years before.

She had known, deep, deep inside this was going to happen ever since Narcissa had nearly died giving birth to her youngest child. She convinced herself it wouldn't, that Severus was committed to her, and wanted to start a family with her. He'd proposed to her. He'd married her. Yet, here they were, not six months into their marriage and he was confessing his love to the woman he'd made her believe he'd never loved, as he made love to her. How could she have been so stupid?

Making her way back to their living quarters, Charity decided that she did not want to have any kids with Severus. She didn't even want to remain married to him. Heart-broken and overwhelmed, she entered Severus' private stores. She touched her stomach as she summoned the potion she needed.

"Sorry, little one," she said aloud as she uncorked the bottle. "But I'm not going to be a single mother co-parenting with my cheating ex-husband." She swallowed the contents.

Feeling as if she was in a daze, she made her way to their bedroom. Summoning a parchment and quill, she scribbled four words in large, capital letters before laying down. Soon afterward, she fell asleep.

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Later that evening

Hermione smiled at Viktor as they made their way back to her room. They'd had a splendid, perfect first date, and she was so happy. He'd taken her for a ride on his broom, which was quite tricky seeing as she was in a dress and had to ride saddle side. Fortunately, the flight had been a short one. He'd taken her over the lake and to a quiet, almost isolated embankment. There was a small tent perched on the side.

They landed, and he led her inside as she looked very confused. Her jaw dropped upon entrance. Instead of what should have been a small ordinary tent, she entered what looked like a very expensive five-star restaurant.

There was a table in the middle of the room, formally set for two. A large, enchanted harp was in the corner playing soft music. the room was lit by many candles, floating in mid-air above the table. Viktor had created a white runway that ran from the entrance of the tent to the table which was littered with rose petals.

They talked as they had dinner, covering everything from their studies to Viktor's quidditch career, to what they wanted to do after school. They'd laughed a lot, and Hermione found herself very comfortable in his presence. Very comfortable, in fact.

She had wanted to kiss him, she thought as they headed back. it was after they'd eaten and talked. He'd already given her his gifts, (a diamond watch with a matching necklace, three extremely expensive rare books, some new cool quills, and special ink, a bag of goody's from Zonko's, and a ton of sweets and treats from Honeyduke's), and they were slow dancing to romantic music from the harp. She'd looked up into his eyes, and feeling the butterflies in her stomach again, she realized, at that moment, that she wanted to kiss him.

It seemed as if at the exact time that she'd felt the desire, Viktor pulled away from her. He'd smiled, and told her that it was getting late and that they should head back.

It is late, she thought to herself as they finally made it to her room. She turned to face him; he was watching her intently.

"What's the matter," he asked her softly, as he brushed a curl from her face. His thumb stroked her cheek and lingered there.

She inhaled, her butterflies intensifying. "Nothing," said Hermione quietly, closing her eyes for a moment. "Tonight, was perfect, Viktor, really," she said, truthfully. "I wished it could go on forever."

Viktor looked like something was troubling him like he wanted to ask her something but was holding back. "What is it?" she asked him.

"Your eyes," he said, staring into her. Her brow furrowed.

"What's wrong with my eyes," she asked.

"They're not twinkling," he said, looking disappointed.

"What do you mean," asked Hermione, confused. "My eyes never twinkle."

"yes, they do," he contradicted. "When you talk about a new exciting thing you've just learned, they twinkle."

Hemione did not know how to respond. "When you're discussing your passion for magical equality, they twinkle then. Every time you finish a really good happy book, they twinkle then. I can go on," he said. "But the point is, I associate the twinkling of your eyes to when you are especially happy, about something," he told her, as they stood face-to-face. "They didn't twinkle tonight."

Hermione was momentarily rendered speechless. No one had ever noticed such things about her before. If what he was saying was true, she didn't know why her eyes didn't twinkle. She had been very happy. The only thing she could think of was her strong desire to kiss him, which was left unfulfilled.

"I want to kiss you," she found herself confessing. "I've wanted to kiss you all night."

Viktor stepped closer to her. "Is that why your eyes haven't twinkled," he asked her. Her breath caught as he got closer.

"That is all that I can think of," answered Hermione, truthfully. "That's all that I want."

"Why didn't you say anything," he asked, as he closed the gap between them.

"I didn't want to seem too forward, she whispered as their lips connected. It started with a few pecks but soon Hermione parted her lips and their tongues met. Hermione had never kissed a guy before, but he had kissed Pansy, so she did what she did then.

As with Pansy, the kiss heated up quickly, with the tingles or butterflies she felt increasing, growing in intensity as it traveled downwards. Her panties were soaked by the time they parted, but Hermione didn't care. Their first kissed had been even better than she expected. They separated and Hermione smiled happily. He smiled back.

"There it goes," he said with a smile. "The twinkle. I'm glad it made an appearance tonight," he said as he pecked her lips again.

"I'm glad it did as well," said Hermione as she opened her room door. "Goodnight Viktor," she said. "Thank you for a wonderful birthday date."

"It's only the first of many," said Viktor. "Happy birthday, Hermione," he said. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Viktor," she said, smiling.

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Author's Note:

I have read the requests for this story to be finished, and I must admit, I am truly flattered. This is for the loyal readers to let them know the story is being picked back up and continued. However, I began this story in what I believe was 2013. I re-read it and noticed a slew of errors and bad writing. I sincerely apologize. I am completely revising this story. I have not posted the revised version to this site because I'm not finished revising it. I'm going chapter by chapter. I advise everyone who likes this story to search it up on Archive of our own. It is still called the Gryffindor serpent, and my name there is SnapeMalfoyWidowBlack. The revised version is being posted there. I'm up to Chapter six in this story, Diagon Alley, but it is chapter seven there. A lot is different, although much is the same.

*AUTHORS NOTE UP TO DATED* THIS IS IN RESPONSE TO SERINTEROSE'S COMMENT POSTED ON 9/7/21 AND THE OTHERS WHO THINK THAT I SHOULD KILL MYSELF*

First of all, a big FUCK YOU for real, straight like that. I am straight up not the one to fuck with in real life homie, believe that. I'm still in therapy. to the other reviewers who criticize constructively, THANK YOU. and to all who like the story, of course, double thanks...

Now that I've gotten that out the way, allow me to introduce myself.

My name is Taylor-Ann Palmerston. I'm from Alabama, USA. I was born on September 20, 1999. I enjoyed reading as a child to escape reality, but no book more so than the Harry Potter series, which in turn, inspired me to want to become a writer. I first discovered this site in 2012. I was ecstatic and thrilled beyond belief to find a place where "regular" people could write their own stories about the wizarding world.

At that period of my life, I was still living within the child protection/foster care system and truly was not a happy person. I'd already survived years of physical, mental, and sexual abuse from the ages of 4, (I think, I'm not truly sure when it began but the earliest memory I can put a definite age to is 4) to 10, when child services rescued me and didn't really know how to cope with it. I'd been rescued from my parents and family and shipped from home to home for a while. I'll admit, I had a lot of behavioral issues that contributed to the frequent moving.

everything changed, however, when I was admitted into a residential treatment facility on April 13, 2012. I was assigned an outstanding therapist, Ms. Talitha, and a one-on-one mentor, Ms. Von. As it happened, both were huge fans of Harry Potter as well. I used to read and re-read the series all the time write my own stories (on paper). read a story I had been writing at the time (Separate Lives) which was basically a story about Bellatrix Black being a serial killer.

I remember we had tons of sessions about the story. I had already written so much of it, several composition books cover to cover in fact, and she found it quite disturbing. I remember in one session she asked what inspired the story. The answer was that I made a list of people that I, in real life, wanted to kill, and gave them Harry Potter characters names and killed them, (in the story). she asked how did I feel after 'killing' them, to which I replied satisfied, which lead to more sessions. I could never express aloud to anyone anything relating to being molested and raped, along with having parents who weren't worth a damn and were on drugs. it embarrassed me and I was ashamed. although we (my therapist, one-on-one, social worker, and myself) all knew the root of my anger hate, and bitterness, I was happier acting like none of it happened, that I was loved by my parents, and so forth, which put my treatment at a standstill. I was just there, not progressing, angry all the time at everyone. I got into so many fights with the other girls it was not a good experience.

then one day, my therapist gave me an assignment. I had to start dealing with my "trauma". my assignment was to write a story "loosely" based on my life using the characters I loved so much. I had certain criteria I had to meet. We discussed each chapter in our sessions, some chapters for what seemed like months. eventually, I was able to stop hiding behind the characters and talk and deal with my trauma and what happened to me, and acceptance of the situation. I learned and developed coping skills to deal with my anger, anxieties, and depression to gain some semblance of a normal life. for that, I am very much proud of myself. I graduated high school in June of 2017 and began college the same year in August. I didn't finish college, however, though I intend to return.

I'm writing this to say that my fanfiction on here, The Gryffindor Serpent is a very personal story for me. it is the story that I was assigned to write, by my therapist. I've re some of the comments on the story and they are very hurtful. I had one reviewer suggest to me to drink bleach and kill myself. I recently re-read the story for the first time in years and I'll admit, there are numerous grammatical mistakes and errors and the story is kind of all over the place and yeah I'll agree to that. none of you know nor understand what I was going through, and had already gone through at the time I was writing it, nor the fact that I was only 13 at the time. some of the story were my true experiences, some were how I wished my life was or could be, and some was just plain hate and anger being released. It helped me.

Writing about characters being raped and abused, raised in bad families, or being adopted into good ones is the way I deal with that. these characters were not based on Rowling's characters, by myself, my family, yes, my biological family are worst than the characters I created, and my traumas. I feel like if The Gryffindor Serpent is that offensive and horrible and trash to whoever is reading it, that they could just stop reading it. you don't know how the comments and reviews you leave can affect the author and that should always be taken into consideration. to suggest that the author should kill themselves because you don't like the story is very very cruel. these characters are not real people, no matter how much we love them. none of it is real. I am, on the other hand, very real and I wrote the first eighteen chapters of this story when I was 13-14 years old. my last update before my previous update was in 2014. it was when I stopped writing it and began dealing with my issues for real and, as aforementioned, I was able to graduate from that treatment facility and move on. that is the reason the story was abandoned. I still don't appreciate being told to kill or mutilate myself behind the story. I really do not understand that. I read one comment for the first time today that told me to cut off my hands and kill myself or something like that, and all I could think was I'm glad I didn't read that comment back then, I probably would have tried to kill myself for real. I was very suicidal back then. I'm pleased that I've gotten over that.

I hope whoever reads this really thinks about the comments you leave and remember that what you're reading is not real, but the writers are. if you truly hate a person's work it is much better and easier to just not read the story. you don't have to take things so personally. not everyone's work is meant to entertain. some work is just to heal. if it's not for you don't read it.

Thank You

Taylor P

AKA

Snapemalfoy

September 8, 2021