Disclaimer: Same as Chapter 1
Thanks to: Meghan and arcee... the people who reviewed chapter 1. And SHANNON! This chapter was done all by Shannon, editing by me.
A/N: same as the thanks to.
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Chapter 2
(Demona)
The bell sounded for potions to end. Through the scramble for bags and clinking of glass, Demona sat still at her table.
Tareena tapped her shoulder and said, "C'mon...dinners next.
Dee rose slowly from her stool and said, "Go on ahead...I'll be there soon."
"You ok?" Tara had never seen her friend like this before.
"Yeah, go on."
"Ok." Tara left and soon Demona was the only one left.
Dee rinsed out her cauldron and put it back on her table. She glanced towards Snape's office to see him writing at his desk. She removed a sealed folder from her bag and walked to his door. "Sir?" she called.
He looked up and their gazes meet for almost a full minute. Tears began to swell in her eyes as the folder slid from her grasp to the floor. She fled from the room the room, grabbing her bag as she passed the table. Then she ran a twisted path through corridors she had yet to know before crouching by a door weeping.
Back at Snape's office, he stared at the spot where his child once stood. He then turned his gaze to the fallen folder on the floor. Picking it up he read "To Daddy...If I ever find you." on its front.
He laid it face down and broke the black wax seal w/ skull indentation. He removed a stack of papers. The top page was a journal entry of the night before which read:
Dear journal,
Come morning I will have the first look of my father, the only family I now have left in this mortal world. Mother spoke kindly of him up to the day she died. She said I had his hair, temper, nose and an air of secrecy about me. I have nothing of him and have never seen him in my 16 years of life. I have so many questions to ask and emotions to express but you know me well journal. Where emotions are involved, nothing goes right. Within this packet are 16 years worth of letters, report cards, pictures, awards and certificates I've wanted to present to him. I can only hope he will accept me. I have grown spiteful of him over the years for leaving us but I don't hate him. To this entry I must end, for moments of my candles' light remain. I will end with a last cry of hope that my father will find a spot in his heart to love and care for me.
Your girl,
Demona Snape
Snape began to flip through the pictures and papers. There were letters from first grade inviting him to see a Christmas performance, from fifth asking for support at a spelling bee. Another for 8th asking for him to see her at a talent show.
Pictures of birthdays, holidays and with friends. One caught his eye. It was last years Halloween party. She wore long black dress with purple cording laced up the sides. Her hair was tucked behind her ears, showing off many small silver hoops that lined her outer ear. The look on her face was one that mimicked his, only in miniature.
Setting it aside, he put the papers back in the folder and in his bottom desk drawer. He picked up the set aside photo and placed it in the breast pocket of his robe.
He pulled his desk chair before the fire and was soon lost in thought. He thought little of his past, for those were the days of a Death Eater and he didn't waste much time on that. Oddly enough, he thought often, like 2 or 3 times a month, about the child. No, it's his child now. "I have forgotten much lately," he muttered, staring into the flames.
Demona stopped her weeping and retraced her steps to Snape's dungeon door. Out of her pocket she held the skull ring she'd sealed the packet with. She put it on her pinkie of her right hand then tried to clear her head.
A wet hand tapped her shoulder and she raised her head to look into the eyes of Draco Malfoy, Tareena's brother. His hair was slicked down and his robe hung off one shoulder, showing part of his well-formed chest.
"What are you doing here? Dinner ended hours ago." She asked.
Two other boys flanked him on either side, their eye's never left her. "I'd like to ask you the same question." Draco replied.
Dee stood and brushed off her pants. "Let's put it this way, the family get-together didn't go so well. Daddy didn't expect me to fall on his doorstep like this."
"Dad?" He glanced at the potions room door. "Snape if your father?"
"Yeah, gotta problem with it?" She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow.
"No, nothing at all. Odd he doesn't speak of you much."
"He has no reason to. So, where are you going?"
"Nowhere, just walking."
"'Kay. Would you mind terribly showing me to the front hall?"
"No." Draco said ((A/N: there's a reason for him being so nice...)) and extended his arm.
She took it and they walked in silence. When they reached the main hall Dee dropped his arm and said "Later Malfoy."
His muffled reply was lost as she said "American" to the pink lady and plopped on the couch. An upside down red-haired boy's face sprung up over her and sneered.
"And where have you been American?"
"Up yer butt and around the corner Percy. Go away." (A/N: I have no idea why she put Percy in here... she said to just have it be to where he was visiting, so no flames, damnit! I'm warning you...))
She strode up to the girls' dorm and fell onto the empty bed. Sitting up and snearing at the bed spread, she yanked it off and replaced it with her purple tiger quilt. Then she changed into an oversized tie-dyed shirt and went to sleep humming "Up against the Wall."
She woke before dawn and showered humming 'Sunday morning'. After dressing in a purple tanktop, her bell-bottoms with purple laced up the sides and the usual boots she quietly made her way to the front hall.
Finding the doors locked, she retraced her steps to the window she'd jumped out yesterday. She opened the window, grabbed the rope and climbed onto the roof.
She sat in silence as she watched the sun rise.
"Well, this is a surprise." a voice said.
Dee turned to see Dumbledore sitting in an overstuffed chair on a railed porch.
"I've never had company this early in the morning. Quite an entrance you made yesterday. What type of American sport do they call that?"
"Bungie jumping." she answered, winding the rope around her arm. She hopped the railing and sat on a stool next to him.
"I do declare, Americans come up with the strangest things." Rising from the chair he said, "On to breakfast, shall we?"
She nodded then followed him through his office and winding passages to the Great Hall. Mostly teachers gathered in the Great Hall this early, so Dee took a place at her table and waited.
Aloud screech filled the air as a black hawk swooped and landed before her. In its claws a small package, in its beak a letter addressed to her.
Tearing open the package and letter she found a purple crystal on a black silk cord and a small note saying 'Welcome home. The bird is yours and your books will be sent to your room.'
She put the pendant on and looked at the bird. "What shall we name you little one?" she asked.
The bird cocked his head and whistled.
"I know. I'll call you Galoon."
Galoon spread his wings and flew off as the crowd of students came in.
Tareena walked in with Fred and George on either side of her and all three were giggling hard. Tareena caught sight of Demona and slid next to her saying, "Where were you? You missed all the fun."
"Other matters showed up. Would you be terrible hurt if I asked to be alone today?" Demona replied.
"I guess not... Fred and George offered to show me around Hogsmead. Just don't do anything stupid, okay?" Tara said, concerned.
Dee looked at Tara, eyes wide. "Me? Do something stupid?" she said with false innocence.
"Where did you ever come up with that idea?" She then smiled her "secret" smile and walked off.
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And that's the end of chapter 2. I hope it's been interesting... there's more chapters to come, so please review! We do read them, and we love getting them.
Thanks to: Meghan and arcee... the people who reviewed chapter 1. And SHANNON! This chapter was done all by Shannon, editing by me.
A/N: same as the thanks to.
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Chapter 2
(Demona)
The bell sounded for potions to end. Through the scramble for bags and clinking of glass, Demona sat still at her table.
Tareena tapped her shoulder and said, "C'mon...dinners next.
Dee rose slowly from her stool and said, "Go on ahead...I'll be there soon."
"You ok?" Tara had never seen her friend like this before.
"Yeah, go on."
"Ok." Tara left and soon Demona was the only one left.
Dee rinsed out her cauldron and put it back on her table. She glanced towards Snape's office to see him writing at his desk. She removed a sealed folder from her bag and walked to his door. "Sir?" she called.
He looked up and their gazes meet for almost a full minute. Tears began to swell in her eyes as the folder slid from her grasp to the floor. She fled from the room the room, grabbing her bag as she passed the table. Then she ran a twisted path through corridors she had yet to know before crouching by a door weeping.
Back at Snape's office, he stared at the spot where his child once stood. He then turned his gaze to the fallen folder on the floor. Picking it up he read "To Daddy...If I ever find you." on its front.
He laid it face down and broke the black wax seal w/ skull indentation. He removed a stack of papers. The top page was a journal entry of the night before which read:
Dear journal,
Come morning I will have the first look of my father, the only family I now have left in this mortal world. Mother spoke kindly of him up to the day she died. She said I had his hair, temper, nose and an air of secrecy about me. I have nothing of him and have never seen him in my 16 years of life. I have so many questions to ask and emotions to express but you know me well journal. Where emotions are involved, nothing goes right. Within this packet are 16 years worth of letters, report cards, pictures, awards and certificates I've wanted to present to him. I can only hope he will accept me. I have grown spiteful of him over the years for leaving us but I don't hate him. To this entry I must end, for moments of my candles' light remain. I will end with a last cry of hope that my father will find a spot in his heart to love and care for me.
Your girl,
Demona Snape
Snape began to flip through the pictures and papers. There were letters from first grade inviting him to see a Christmas performance, from fifth asking for support at a spelling bee. Another for 8th asking for him to see her at a talent show.
Pictures of birthdays, holidays and with friends. One caught his eye. It was last years Halloween party. She wore long black dress with purple cording laced up the sides. Her hair was tucked behind her ears, showing off many small silver hoops that lined her outer ear. The look on her face was one that mimicked his, only in miniature.
Setting it aside, he put the papers back in the folder and in his bottom desk drawer. He picked up the set aside photo and placed it in the breast pocket of his robe.
He pulled his desk chair before the fire and was soon lost in thought. He thought little of his past, for those were the days of a Death Eater and he didn't waste much time on that. Oddly enough, he thought often, like 2 or 3 times a month, about the child. No, it's his child now. "I have forgotten much lately," he muttered, staring into the flames.
Demona stopped her weeping and retraced her steps to Snape's dungeon door. Out of her pocket she held the skull ring she'd sealed the packet with. She put it on her pinkie of her right hand then tried to clear her head.
A wet hand tapped her shoulder and she raised her head to look into the eyes of Draco Malfoy, Tareena's brother. His hair was slicked down and his robe hung off one shoulder, showing part of his well-formed chest.
"What are you doing here? Dinner ended hours ago." She asked.
Two other boys flanked him on either side, their eye's never left her. "I'd like to ask you the same question." Draco replied.
Dee stood and brushed off her pants. "Let's put it this way, the family get-together didn't go so well. Daddy didn't expect me to fall on his doorstep like this."
"Dad?" He glanced at the potions room door. "Snape if your father?"
"Yeah, gotta problem with it?" She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow.
"No, nothing at all. Odd he doesn't speak of you much."
"He has no reason to. So, where are you going?"
"Nowhere, just walking."
"'Kay. Would you mind terribly showing me to the front hall?"
"No." Draco said ((A/N: there's a reason for him being so nice...)) and extended his arm.
She took it and they walked in silence. When they reached the main hall Dee dropped his arm and said "Later Malfoy."
His muffled reply was lost as she said "American" to the pink lady and plopped on the couch. An upside down red-haired boy's face sprung up over her and sneered.
"And where have you been American?"
"Up yer butt and around the corner Percy. Go away." (A/N: I have no idea why she put Percy in here... she said to just have it be to where he was visiting, so no flames, damnit! I'm warning you...))
She strode up to the girls' dorm and fell onto the empty bed. Sitting up and snearing at the bed spread, she yanked it off and replaced it with her purple tiger quilt. Then she changed into an oversized tie-dyed shirt and went to sleep humming "Up against the Wall."
She woke before dawn and showered humming 'Sunday morning'. After dressing in a purple tanktop, her bell-bottoms with purple laced up the sides and the usual boots she quietly made her way to the front hall.
Finding the doors locked, she retraced her steps to the window she'd jumped out yesterday. She opened the window, grabbed the rope and climbed onto the roof.
She sat in silence as she watched the sun rise.
"Well, this is a surprise." a voice said.
Dee turned to see Dumbledore sitting in an overstuffed chair on a railed porch.
"I've never had company this early in the morning. Quite an entrance you made yesterday. What type of American sport do they call that?"
"Bungie jumping." she answered, winding the rope around her arm. She hopped the railing and sat on a stool next to him.
"I do declare, Americans come up with the strangest things." Rising from the chair he said, "On to breakfast, shall we?"
She nodded then followed him through his office and winding passages to the Great Hall. Mostly teachers gathered in the Great Hall this early, so Dee took a place at her table and waited.
Aloud screech filled the air as a black hawk swooped and landed before her. In its claws a small package, in its beak a letter addressed to her.
Tearing open the package and letter she found a purple crystal on a black silk cord and a small note saying 'Welcome home. The bird is yours and your books will be sent to your room.'
She put the pendant on and looked at the bird. "What shall we name you little one?" she asked.
The bird cocked his head and whistled.
"I know. I'll call you Galoon."
Galoon spread his wings and flew off as the crowd of students came in.
Tareena walked in with Fred and George on either side of her and all three were giggling hard. Tareena caught sight of Demona and slid next to her saying, "Where were you? You missed all the fun."
"Other matters showed up. Would you be terrible hurt if I asked to be alone today?" Demona replied.
"I guess not... Fred and George offered to show me around Hogsmead. Just don't do anything stupid, okay?" Tara said, concerned.
Dee looked at Tara, eyes wide. "Me? Do something stupid?" she said with false innocence.
"Where did you ever come up with that idea?" She then smiled her "secret" smile and walked off.
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And that's the end of chapter 2. I hope it's been interesting... there's more chapters to come, so please review! We do read them, and we love getting them.
