Kali Snape
By: Kylie Malfoy
Rating: PG-13 – For later events.
Disclaimer: I own Sylvester Snape, Serenity Snape and Kali Snape. And I'll mention anyone else I own later, otherwise, anyone else belongs to J.K. Rowling!
CHAPTER TWO
Fourteen Years Later…
Kali rushed down the hall. "I'm going to be late, I'm going to be late!"
Having a professor for a father was not a blessing, for sure! Kali Snape received all of her father's traits; Greasy black hair, a rather… large nose, (to her remorse, but she considered it lucky that it wasn't huge), black, emotionless eyes, an oily voice, the harsh temper, and the intimidating stalk that scared the living magic out of the Gryffindors.
Lucky for Kali, though, was she was sorted into Slytherin five years ago.
Her next class was Potions with her father. Which, on account that she was on the other side of the castle, wasn't an advantage. Her father treated her just as he treated that silvery-blond haired boy… Malfoy… was that his name? She couldn't be sure. And even though being the most hated professor's daughter had its advantages, it also had its disadvantages.
For one, all Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, and most Ravenclaws hated her. But naturally, all Slytherins, even those she would rather have hated her, loved her. And also, her father expected the very best out of his daughter. She was an excellent student, of course! She took extra classes! (They took up about nine hours out of her day, mind).
Oh Merlin, she could feel the points being taken away from her already. Her father did not intimidate her at all, but still, he had that… that look that could give any sorcerer the chills! No one knew that better than she did, or perhaps, that Potter child her father loathed so much.
Kali quickened her already swift pace, trying not to run but had no choice. She broke into a flat out run. She turned a swift corner and crashed into the very last person she wished to see at the moment besides her very own father; McGonagall.
They both fell backwards, books scattered this way and that, and to make the matter worse, a bunch of parchment, that with Kali's luck, were carefully sorted alphabetically.
It took a moment for what happened to set in to McGonagall, but when it did, she looked absolutely enraged.
"Miss Snape! What are you doing in the halls?" McGonagall shouted.
"My last class was on the other side of the castle today, and I had to get to the Potions dungeon! I did not want to be late, professor, so I ran. I'm so sorry!" Kali pleaded.
"Whether or not you were late for your father's class, you know running in the halls is not tolerated! I would expect you, Miss Snape, such an honorable student to obey the rules!" McGonagall sounded absolutely enraged.
"I know, I'm so sorry, professor! But you know how my father is! He does not tolerate much!" Kali was trying her absolute hardest not to sound angry, although she was.
"Five points from Slytherin for running in the halls. Tell your father that your class was on the other side of the castle. I'm sure he'll understand," Kali could tell McGonagall knew her father would be absolutely enraged.
"Yes, professor," Kali picked up her books and rushed off.
She could feel McGonagall's stare all the way down the hall, and until she turned the corner, did she feel one ounce of relief.
"Father is going to murder me…" Kali mumbled as she rapped on the dungeon door.
Snape's oily, cold voice sounded from the other side. "Who is it?!"
Kali shuddered, "It is I, Kali Snape, sir."
"Ahh…" Snape sounded somewhat relieved. "Please, come in, come in."
He had the dangerous glint in his eyes as she pushed the door open. She could feel her ivory skin growing hot with embarrassment as gazes from the students locked on her.
She looked to where her father was standing, and smiled maliciously as she saw Neville cowering nervously and shaking uncontrollably under her father's shadow.
Her originally nasty, evil Snape-like personality returned to her and she sniggered. "Father, what did that git, Longbottom, do this time?"
"He added a bit too much of the shredded Screwt skin and his shrinking potion is black with purple lather. I'm considering making his intolerable and ignorant friend, Weasley, to drink it and show the students the consequences," Snape answered, imitating the maliciously delighted look that was on Kali's features.
"Oh dear father, do you really think Weasel should take the punishment for Longbottom's mistake? Why don't you make the ignorant peasant drink it himself?" Kali suggested. From the corner of her eye, she saw Draco Malfoy snigger.
"That is a wonderful idea, Miss Snape! Please take a seat, I think I will give Longbottom the punishment this time!" Snape hissed, excitedly.
Kali, sniggering with delight, took a seat next to Malfoy, who was holding back laughing hysterically, and watched with frivolous amusement.
"Actually, Miss Snape, wouldn't you prefer the honors of feeding Longbottom's potion to him?" Snape growled, gleefully.
Hermione gasped. "Not another student, prof-"
"Silence, Granger! I can handle my own class, thank you, and I choose to allow my daughter to bask in the enjoyment of watching Longbottom's concoction backfire!" Snape hissed.
"I'd be honored, father," Kali sneered maliciously at Neville, who was shaking even more now.
"Miss Snape, Mister Longbottom, stand next to my desk. Longbottom, bring your… potion" – Snape spat in disgust – "to the front of the room."
Harry and Ron had looks of complete and total loathing on their faces as Kali stood. It was hard to tell who looked more terrified; Neville or Hermione. Surely it was Neville, who had no idea what his potion would do to him.
Kali followed her father to the front of the classroom, while Neville lagged behind.
"Alright, class!" Snape clapped his hands together.
Kali grinned as Neville handed Snape the cauldron. He poured some of the black liquid into a large cup and handed it to Kali, who looked eager to torture the terrified Neville.
"All right, you fat oaf, open your mouth," Kali hissed.
Harry and Ron growled angrily, but Snape shot them a threatening look and they kept their heads down. Hermione had her hand clamped over her mouth, but the Slytherins were trying their absolute hardest not to get up onto the tables to see.
Neville reluctantly opened his mouth and Kali poured the entire cup down his throat. He coughed a bit, the hot liquid burning his throat, but swallowed and grimaced.
"Alright, step back Miss Snape, as I am even curious on what concoction he has made," Snape pushed his daughter behind him, who poked her head out behind his arm to see.
Suddenly, Neville doubled over, holding his gut, moaning and groaning in pain. Then he toppled over forward and started wriggling like a fish out of water. Draco laughed hysterically, but once hair started sprouting up on Neville's arms and face did anyone panic.
Neville's mouth and nose extended into a long snout, his teeth grew sharpened to a point. But then, the fur changed to black scales, and wings burst out of Neville's back, tearing his robe off, and then he grew a few inches, his hair disappeared and was replaced by gold horns, and his arms thinned and his fingers grew long and had sprouted claws. His legs shortened and his shoes burst, gold claws growing from his five toes.
Both Professor Snape and Kali Snape looked absolutely flabbergasted. The Slytherins were hiding under their tables; Gryffindors were huddled up.
Neville, now a five foot dragon, snorted, causing smoke and fire to blow from his nostrils. He turned towards Snape, opened his mouth and fire blasted out of his mouth at both Severus and Kali. Snape's cloak and pants caught on fire, and he shouted out in pain and anger and distinguished the flames.
Kali, on the other hand, was running in circles trying to extinguish the flames on her Slytherin robe. Harry doubled over laughing at this sight, but Snape shouted something and the flames were extinguished, leaving Kali with a robe tattered far worse than Snape's outfit was.
She growled and screamed angrily; Snape shouted also.
"EVERYONE!" his oily voice was filled with panic. "OUT OF THE CLASSROOM! IMMEDIATELY!"
No one had to hear it a second time before the room was deserted except for Severus, Kali, and Neville the Dragon.
"Kali, I want you to run down to the Hospital Wing and inform Madam Pomfrey about Neville, to make sure she's ready to assist him. I'll bring him down on a stretcher after I put him to sleep, so I don't risk my own life," Snape ordered, rushing to a wall to dodge Neville's attempts to give him a painful blow with his tail.
"Right, father," Kali hopped over Neville's tail, who had also tried to lodge a spike or two in one of Kali's slender legs.
She rushed out of the room, leaving Snape with the dragon.
"I do hope he knows how to handle dragons…" Kali panted as she ran down the hall.
"MISS SNAPE! I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU ARE RUNNING AGAIN!" McGonagall bellowed.
"I'm sorry, professor, but my father told me to go to the Hospital Wing. Actually, he told me to run down, because Neville had an accident and is a dragon!" Kali shouted as she ran past the enraged professor.
She reached the Hospital Wing in a matter of minutes. "MADAM POMFREY! NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM DRANK HIS POTION AND TURNED INTO A DRAGON! MY FATHER NEEDS YOU TO TAKE CARE OF HIM WHILE HE MAKES AN ANTIDOTE!"
Kali was panting. Madam Pomfrey appeared, completely frantic, "WHAT?!"
Snape rushed in at the moment, trying to get the hovering stretcher that carried a sleeping dragon through the door.
"Poppy, please keep him asleep! Here's the potion" – he handed her a large bluish jar – "he'll need another cup in an hour! And be careful!"
And with that, Severus grabbed his daughter's arm and pulled her out of the Wing.