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Year One - Chapter one.

—What if I'm a squib?

—You are not a squib, Eileen.

—But how can you be so sure? My letter hasn't arrived, must be because I'm a squib.

—I'm completely sure that you are not a squib, I still remember the day that you started doing accidental magic and you set up on fire all my clothes. Now, eat your dinner or it will get cold.

I sighed and kept eating my scrambled eggs. It was almost the end of July and I still haven't got my Hogwarts letter which means just one thing: I'm a squib. At the end of my dinner, I got up from the table, ready to go to my bedroom.

—Clean your plate.

—Why? I don't have to do that at the Malfoy's, that's what the elves do.

—Do you see an elf around here?

—Ugh!

I took my plate and went to the kitchen and cleaned it as fast as I could, I'm not even sure if I cleaned it well. I was so used to the life that I have at the house of my aunt and uncle that I completely forget that here I have to do things like cleaning my room or wash the dishes.

Well, they are not really my aunt and my uncle, we are not related by blood but they are my godparents and I spent so much time with them that I basically felt like family.

My aunt Cissy and my uncle Lucius are a 'little bit' eccentric and very serious most of the time, but they accepted to take care of me since I was a baby so that my father could go to work, so despite being the way they are, I know that they love me as if I were their own daughter, in their own way, but they love me.

—Can I go to my room now or are you going to make me do more elf work?

—It was all, but if you want more elf work…

—Nope! Bye, dad.

I ran up the stairs and locked myself in my room. Since it's summer, I left the window open so that the room wasn't so hot and I was surprised to see not one but two owls!

I took the first letter from a beautiful black owl which I knew belonged to my aunt Cissy, but the letter was from my cousin Draco.

Eileen.

I got my letter yesterday, have you gotten yours? Mother says we will be going to Diagon Alley this Wednesday to buy everything from the list and she wants to know if you are coming with us.

Draco Malfoy.

I took the second letter a little nervous, unlike my aunt's owl, it flew away without waiting for a response. I let out a little shriek when I saw the big H in the envelope.

Eileen Evan Snape

Spinner's End.

Second floor, first room to the right.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class,

Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump,

International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Ms. Snape, we are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. The term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall.

Deputy Headmistress.

—Yes! Finally!

I ran down the stairs and almost fell at the end, but I managed to grab the railing and regained my balance, when I was sure I was not going to fall again I ran again and went to the living room where my dad is always reading a book.

—It's here! —I entered the room, waving the letter in my hand and jumping a little. — Here's the letter! See? I told you I'm not a squib. —I said while sticking out my tongue and handing the letter to him.

—So silly of me to think that you were one. —He said in his typical sarcastic tone while analyzing the letter and reading the list of materials that I'm going to need.

—I also got a letter from Draco, he got the letter yesterday and they are going to buy everything next week, can I go with them?

—I don't see why not.

—Thanks!

I hugged him hard and returned to my room, I sat in the chair next to my small desk, grabbed a bit of parchment, and started to write.

Draco,

I just got my letter! I can't wait to get there and get both sorted into Slytherin, the best house of all. My father gave me permission to go with you and buy everything. See you this Wednesday.

Eileen Snape.

I finished the letter and gave it to my aunt's owl, I watched it fly for a couple of seconds, turning into a smaller and smaller point to finally, disappear; when I couldn't see it anymore I jumped in my bed, laughing.

I'm going to Hogwarts!

Wednesday arrived slower than I expected, but it was finally here. I got up at 7 in the morning, an hour earlier than usual, but I was so excited that I couldn't wait.

I showered and put on one of the many dresses that aunt Cissy bought for me, although I never complained, truth is I loved all of them. This one was a short dress that reached my knees, it was made of silk and had short sleeves, plus a white collar that stood out since the rest of the dress was black (like almost all my dresses, which if they weren't black, they were dark green). I combed my hair and even though the weather was a little warm I left my hair loose, which reached to my waist and only put on a black headband.

I went down to the dining room and saw that my father had already made breakfast, so I sat down quickly to start eating.

—Eating fast will not make time go faster. It's not your first time going there, why are you so excited?

—I'b swrry.

—Do not eat with your mouth full.

—I'm sorry. And no, you're right, it's not my first time, but it is my first time going there to buy everything for Hogwarts! Besides, every time we were there we would only visit Florean Fortescue and sometimes Twilfit and Tattings, but not other places.

I kept eating while my father read The Prophet and drank his coffee. When I finished eating my last sausage I got up to clean my plate, I was trying to be perfect in everything to prevent my father from not letting me go to Diagon Alley today.

After waiting another hour 'reading' a book, I finally saw green flames appear in the chimney and just a couple of seconds later aunt Cissy was now in the living room, I got up quickly from the sofa and hugged her.

—Hello, Aunt Cissy!

—Hello, darling, are you ready to go to Diagon Alley?

—Eileen was so excited that I had to calm her by saying that she was not going today. Good morning, Narcissa.

—Good morning, Severus, thank you for letting her go, we will come back around 3. Come, sweetie. Lucius and Draco are waiting for us.

—Great, see you later, dad.

I grabbed my aunt's hand and we apparated in an alley close to the Leaking Cauldron, when we entered the bar I felt a little bit intimidated, there was almost no light and the people there were a little bit creepy, drinking and smoking; I tried to stay close to my aunt as much as I could and luckily she put her hand on my shoulder and I felt a little bit more secure.

—Aunt Cissy, why did we apparated outside?

—It's dangerous to apparate in Diagon Alley when everyone is buying their stuff for Hogwarts, we could cause an accident.

We walked to a brick wall and she tapped one brick three times, right after a small hole appeared in the wall, but then it turned into a large archway; when we passed through the archway I saw Draco and Uncle Lucius in a store that sold cauldrons.

—Hi Draco, hi Uncle Lucius.

—Hey Leen, have you read the materials list? I can't believe that the first years can't have their own brooms.

—No, I didn't read it, we really can't have our own brooms?

—No and father says that we also can't be in the Quidditch team until our second year. Oh, and we already bought some of your stuff, by the way.

—Oh, yeah, great…

We got out of the store and went to Madam Malkins while uncle Lucius was buying our books, I was starting to feel a little bit disappointed that I couldn't go myself to buy the books, but I couldn't complain.

—Well, children, stay here and buy your robes, I'll wait for you in Ollivanders.

—All right, mother. Come, Leen, let's go.

We entered the store and when the door opened I heard a little chime and a woman with white hair and blue eyes wearing a light purple dress appeared behind a counter.

—Good day, darlings, you must be young Malfoy, yes? Your parents sent me a letter saying that you would come today. And you are?

—I'm…

—She's my cousin.

—Oh, great, great… Well, come and get on these stools, please, my assistant will start measuring you.

We got on the wooden stools and a girl around her twenties started measuring of robes.

—Ow! Be more careful with that needle if you don't want my father to hear about this.

—Gosh Draco, you're a baby.

I laughed at the face that Draco made and heard the chimes again, a boy our age with glasses, dark hair, and clothes way too big for his size entered the store. He stood on the stool next to Draco and Madam Malkin started to measure him.

—Hello. —Said Draco.— Hogwarts, too?

—Yeah.

—Great. My father is buying our books and my mother is looking at wands. After that, I'll drag them off to see the racing brooms and make them buy me one, I'll smuggle it into Hogwarts somehow. I don't see why the first years can't have their own broom, it's ridiculous. Do you have your own broom?

—No.

—Do you even play quidditch?

—No.

—Draco, stop nagging him with questions. Hey, ignore my cousin, he's an idiot.

—I'm not an idiot, Eileen. Anyway, know in which house you'll be?

—No.

—Well, no one really knows 'till we're there, but we will be in Slytherin, right, Eileen?

—Yeah, can you imagine being a Hufflepuff? I think my father would kill me.

—We all would be disappointed but I think he would kill you if you were a dumb Gryff— wow! Look at that man!

The boy and I turned to look at the window, outside there was a gigantic man with hair and beard that covered almost all his face and he was holding two ice creams.

—That's Hagrid. —Said the boy.— He works at Hogwarts.

—Oh, I've heard about him, he's a servant, isn't he?

—Gamekeeper.

I decided to stay out of the conversation, I could see that he was starting to dislike us and if we end up in the same house it could be a problem.

—It's the same. I've heard that he's a savage, lives in a hut, and gets drunk from time to time, tries to do magic, and ends upsetting everything on fire.

—I think he's cool.

—You do? And why he's with you? Where are your parents?

—They're dead.

—Oh, I'm sorry. —I rolled my eyes, Draco always knew how to get us into bad or uncomfortable situations. Or both. — But they were our kind, weren't they?

—Draco! —I hit him in the head, if he kept being an idiot it was going to get him in a lot of trouble.

—They were a witch and a wizard if that's what you mean.

—Good. All the other ones shouldn't be allowed to go to Hogwarts, they are not like us, some of them have never even heard of Hogwarts until they got the letter. I think they should keep it in the old wizarding families. By the way, you never told us your surname.

—You are ready, dear. —Madam Malkin handed him his robes and he didn't answer Draco's question.

—Well, see you at Hogwarts, I guess.

He got out of the store and after a while our robes were ready so we walked up the street to Ollivanders and aunt Cissy was still waiting for us.

—What took you so long?

—I'm sorry, Aunt Cissy, the girl measuring our robes just took too long. I guess she didn't know how to do it.

We walked into the store, the place was small and full of dust, there was just a single chair in the corner but it was also full of dust so Aunt Cissy decided to not sit down. Like in Madam Malkins, a bell rang somewhere in the back of the store when we entered and a pale man with silvery eyes and white hair appeared from behind some wand boxes.

—Good afternoon.

—Good afternoon. My son and my goddaughter are here for their wands.

—Of course, of course, come here, young man…

Draco walked close to the man, and Ollivander started checking all thousand of the boxes that he had.

—Try this one.

He grabbed the wand and nothing happened, he kept trying one after another for several minutes until finally, he grabbed one and when he waved it, sparkles of different colours came out of the end of the wand.

—Excellent, Mister Malfoy, this one is 10" long, made of hawthorn wood, and a unicorn hair core. Lady, your turn.

When I walked up to him, he started doing the same procedure he did with Draco. I was getting tired after my 10th wand but when I grabbed another one my fingers felt warm and when I waved it, red and green sparkles came out of the end of the wand.

—Ah, very well, miss…?

—Snape.

—Oh, interesting… Well, this one is 12 ½", made with yew and dragon heartstring core.

—What's interesting, mister Ollivander? —I saw the looked he gave my aunt, like asking for permission for something but he quickly put his gaze on me.

—Nothing, young lady, just the meaningless words of an old man.

My aunt paid for the wands and we left the store, I wanted to know what Ollivander meant with 'interesting' and why he looked at my aunt like that, but I knew that if I asked her, she was going to say the same thing, so I stayed quiet and decided to ask my father later.

We found Uncle Lucius outside of Florean Fortescue, waiting for us and Draco started saying why it was dumb that we couldn't have a broom and kept whining for 10 minutes asking them to buy him the Nimbus 2000.

—Even if I buy you a new one, Draco, you cannot take it to school, you would have to leave it in the Manor the whole year and you wouldn't be able to use it. Just wait next year and I'll buy you two the newest brooms.

—Wow, will you buy one me as well? That's cool, thanks!

After they bought us ice cream in Florean Fortescue, (Draco bought a chocolate-mint one and I bought a vanilla one) Aunt Cissy and I apparated in an alley next to my house. Sometimes I felt uncomfortable and embarrassed because of the neighbourhood I lived, but thankfully I was never here most of the time, just in the summers, and I also never really spent a lot of the time outside so it was kind of easy to ignore that I lived here.

We entered the house and the first thing my aunt did was take all my shrunken stuff out of her bag, put them on the table, and turned them into their normal size. She said goodbye and then disappeared with a faint 'pop'. I sat next to my father on the couch where he was reading a book.

—How was your trip to Diagon Alley?

—It was great! First Aunt Cissy and I entered through the Leaky Cauldron, in Madam Malkins Draco and I met another boy who will be with us at Hogwarts, although he probably won't talk to us because Draco kept asking him a lot of questions and he looked kinda annoyed answering them, after that we went to Ollivanders for our wands and then we bought ice cream… Uncle Lucius also told us that next year, when we can have our own brooms, he will buy us the newest broom model!

—Sounds like an exciting day.

—Yeah, it was! Although I couldn't buy most of my stuff since Uncle Lucius did it, so I'm kind of disappointed… Oh! And when we were buying our wands, after I told Ollivander my surname, he said that mine was interesting, but when I asked him he only looked at Aunt Cissy, it was a little bit weird because it looked like he was asking permission for something, he only said that were the 'meaningless words of an old man' do you know why he said that?

—What is your wand made of?

—Oh, um, —From a hidden pocket in my dress I pulled out a piece of paper where I wrote what my wand was made of. —12 ½", made with yew and dragon heartstring core.

He thought for a couple of seconds, I knew something was going on in his mind like he was trying to remember something and then he looked at me the same way Ollivander had done.

—He probably just remembered mine, he is known for remembering each one of the wands he sells. Mine also has a dragon heartstring core.

—Really?

I didn't ask anything else, although I wasn't sure he was telling me the truth, I didn't know much about wands but I knew that the core of mine was extremely common, so I didn't see why that was interesting.

I put all my things away in the trunk that my father gave me, it was made with ebony wood and it had my initials written in silver. When I finished, I laid in my bed and started to read 'The Dark Arts Outsmarted', one of the books I pulled from my father's bookshelves. I always have been interested in the dark arts, not to be evil like the Dark Lord, but to understand them better, they are so interesting and I think it would be unwise to let them disappear.

I had asked my dad or my uncle several times to buy me books about the dark arts, but they always said no or the typical lie 'when you are older', so I was stuck with the ones my father had about how to defend yourself from them that I had read several times. This one was no exception, I had read it several times that I felt I could say it by heart, so it didn't take me long to fall asleep.