EEP! Sorry! I forgot the disclaimer for my first Chapter! Oops! Well this one's for chapter one and two! Sorry! DON'T SUE!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hogwarts, and all the stuff that isn't Yelena Snape belongs to JK Rowling, but I'd trade my beanie baby collection for Wood! Tee hee hee.

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I stumbled down the empty hallways, trying to find the Great Hall. I had been at Hogwarts two years before, but my memories of the school's layout left me.

Peeves the Poltergeist flew past me, hanging upside down in midair. "Hey big nose!" He cackled at me. I pulled out my wand to curse him, but he had disappeared. My hand flew to my nose. It was rather large and ugly. Just like my uncle's. I heard in their world, Muggles have operations to make their noses prettier. I wish I could have that done to my ugly hawk's nose.

One of the portraits, a tiny old lady in a rocking chair, pointed a hand at me. "Are you lost, my dear?" She asked, her hands trembling. Although I hated to admit I was lost, I did anyways. "Can you please tell me where I can find the Great Hall?"

The old woman looked me over, deep in thought. Her features lit up as a smile stretched across her face. "I know who you are!" She said gleefully. "I remember you! You're Professor Snape's Niece! It seems like only yesterday I saw you walking the halls with the rest of your fellow, er, Hufflepuff, was it?"

I shook my head. "It was Slytherin. But, please, where is the Great Hall?" The woman paused, racking her brain, trying to remember. "The Great Hall." She muttered. "The Great Hall.Oh yes! The Great Hall! I remember now! You go up those stairs, make a.a left, I think, and then turn right past the portrait of the elephant- or was it a horse? -And the Great Hall should be down that hallway.I'm not sure which way, but it should be there.I think."

I turned and headed to the stairs before I would forget the directions. I left the old lady muttering something about the portrait of the elephant. I could've sworn I heard her mention something about the Dark Arts, but I didn't pay much attention.

"Send my regards to Dumbledore, will you?" She called after me. "My name is Agatha Wicket!"

I turned left at the top of the staircase, trembling from head to toe. My Uncle would surely be upset with me. He really hates me.and I hate him!

I was looking for the portrait of the elephant. I was expecting to see something huge. I mean, it's an elephant. They're massive. But It turns out I walked past the portrait three times. When I finally found it, I wanted to tear it to shreds. Although I did give it a good punch. It was tiny! Barely larger than my hand.

I have to admit, it was a rather nice picture. It showed the profile of a purple elephant draped in dark purple flowers. Its tusks were made of gold and there was a very complicated pattern in the background. I didn't give it much thought. But how the painter could add such finite details on something so small was beyond me.

So I turned right down the corridor. Further down, I heard a loud voice. It was the voice of Headmaster Dumbledore. I quickened my pace and found myself in front of two large doors. I shivered, not wanting to go in. Not wanting to have to spend the rest of the year with my uncle. Not wanting to recall the horrible day of having to find out my parents were dead.

I hate my uncle for so many reasons. I hate him for being so damn cruel! I hate him for hating me! I hate him for only escaping in a coma instead of dying! Maybe then my parents would still be alive.

With a deep breath, I pushed the door open.

Silence.

All eyes -hundreds of them- were on me. The entire Hogwarts stared at me. Not moving, not speaking. All life seemed to be on pause.

And then there was my uncle. His dirty, ugly black hair. His large ugly nose. His dark eyes. I HATE HIM!

He stared at me, seeming to say 'Stupid girl.Nuisance.Have to waste my money on her.I hate her.' I HATE YOU SEVERUS SNAPE!

Finally, someone broke the deafening silence. It was Dumbledore. I would have kissed him right then and there. I was never so happy to hear someone speak ever in my life.

"Ah, yes," He said, gazing at me through his half-moon spectacles. "Everyone, I'd like for you to meet our new student teacher. This is Yelena Snape." Whispers and Murmurs filled the hall. If whispering and murmuring were people, I'd kill them! Many students laughed. I saw out of the corner of my eyes the prefect from the carriage laughing among his peers. "She's a loon.just like Snape. I wonder why he'd take her in."

I didn't hear any more. I lunged at him, throwing him to the ground. He let out a shout with surprise just before I began punching him. He tried to block me, but I was too strong for him. I heard someone shout my name. I didn't listen. I was screaming, crying, blindly punching. Someone grabbed my shoulders. I pushed them away.

More people began calling my name. A strong pair of hands grabbed my shoulders tightly. I tried to fight but whoever was holding me was strong. I was pulled from the prefect and was dragged from the great hall. The last thing I saw was the prefect rising from the ground, helped by friends. Friends? How could this little bastard have friends?

Maybe I am crazy.but no one says so behind my back.

The doors slammed shut and I whirled around to see who had dragged me away from giving that kid what he deserved.

Fuck!

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He said so sharply that a dagger would be less sharp. I looked down at his feet. His big ugly feet.

I hate him!

I didn't answer, but I smirked as the image of him dead ran across my mind. "You think you were funny!?" He shouted, grabbing my shoulders and shaking me. Hard.

I forced myself to look at his face. His ugly face. Oh, how I wanted to say it. Those three words I have played so often in my head. The three words I imagined myself saying to him countless times. I wanted to shout it! Scream it in his ears!

I hate you!

"You have just made a fool of yourself, and me." Who cares about you? I thought as he dragged on and on about rule breaking and god knows what. I didn't care about him. No one cares about him. I'm not the only one that hates him.

"Is that clear?" He finished. His dirty hair hung over his ugly face. I want to vomit every time I look at him. Not knowing, or caring, what he had just said, I nodded.

How I hate my uncle.

Going back into the Great Hall was a nightmare. I pulled my black hair from my ponytail and tried as best I could to hide my face. Not because I was ashamed. But because I didn't want to look like him. I saw the prefect. He wasn't whispering. He wasn't saying things about me.

Good.

At least we have one smart person in this building.

My uncle was squeezing my arm, leading my down the hall. I didn't care that everyone was staring at me. At least they didn't say anything. Up at the high table, my uncle threw me into a seat. I almost fell over.

I didn't want to look like him.

But as I looked down onto the silver plate in front of me, I noticed, with my black hair hanging down in my face and my brown eyes shining through, I looked exactly like him!

I let out a shout of rage and quickly pulled my hair back out of my face. I knew my uncle was staring at me, but I didn't care. Let him stare.

The plates filled with food, and I ate. But none of it tasted good. It all tasted bitter. Bitter like how I felt. Bitter like how I feel towards my uncle. Bitter to how I feel about every single person in that goddamn room at that moment.

I had my eyes down for the whole meal. I stared at my food. I stared at my feet. I stared at my lap. I stared at anything other than the students and my uncle.

When the feast was over, my uncle grabbed my wrist. I tried to break free of his grasp, but he wouldn't let go. He led me into an empty corridor and pulled out a bottle of dark green liquid. It was the color of my hair when I tried to dye it blonde.

"You know what this is?" He hissed. I knew very well what it was. I graduated from Hogwarts, didn't I? "Poison. Poison that is strong enough that one drop could kill you!" One drop, eh? Sounds pretty good.

"One drop of this in your drink will kill you, or severely injure you.you'll never be the same." But what would happen if I slipped a drop into his drink. That would be a happy day indeed. They'd probably lock me up in Azkaban for that. But once I'm gone, I'll be with my parents. And my parents love me.

They were the only ones.

"I trust I don't have to tell you any more to be sure that you'll behave." He said. I didn't move. Putting the poison back, he took my wrist again and dragged me down to the dungeons. He led me to a cold hallway. But I didn't dare show signs of weakness.

He led me to a small door. "This is your room." He muttered, handing me a small key. "Loose this and you're locked out." But stupid old Severus had forgotten the spell to unlock doors. "Be in the dungeons after breakfast. Do not be late." And with that, he disappeared into the door across from mine.

I unlocked the door to my room and shivered; a gust of wind had hit me full force. I ran into my room and locked the door.

"Lumos." I muttered. The room lit up with a flash. I saw a few candles, a fireplace, a rather uncomfortable looking bed, a table, and a dresser. There was a full-length mirror hanging next to the fireplace and a door, which probably led to a bathroom. Looking inside the dresser, I saw my clothes were already there.

How kind of my uncle to unpack for me. Not. He probably sent someone else to do it. And why would he give me the coldest room in the castle?

Because he hates me, that's why.

That I convinced myself every day and night.

I quickly changed into my pajama gown and slid under the covers. They were warm enough. Thank god for that. I was tired. I'd fallen asleep in minutes, only to enter a nightmare. It was the day my parents died.

I was walking to Transfiguration. I saw Mum and Dad walking in the opposite direction. I leapt into their arms. It was so good to see them. They said they were going down to the dungeons to sort something out with my uncle. They said they'd see me soon.

After classes, I was sitting on my bed when there was a knock on my door. I saw a nervous looking first year. "P-professor McGonnogall wants to see y- you." I nearly laughed. He sounded just like our Defense Against Dark Arts teacher. P-p-professor Q-quirrell. Ha ha. I went to McGonnogall's office to find her crying.

That was when she told me.

Something had gone wrong with the potion. She didn't know what it was, but she said my uncle was in a coma. I didn't care about him. He hates me, remember? When I asked about my parents, a fresh batch of tears flew down her cheeks. "T-they didn't make it."

I didn't remember much. I ran, crying, to the astronomy tower. I stood on one of the windows, kicking the glass with my foot. I looked down, ready to jump. I heard someone call my name, but I didn't listen. I leaped from the window into the cool night air, plunging down to the grass below.

And then I wake up.

I lay in bed for hours, crying. I never did get any more sleep that night.

If it weren't for my damn uncle, my parents would be alive.

I hate Severus Snape.