A/N: I don't own any of these characters, because J.K. Rowling does, and she owns them because she wrote Harry Potter, and she wrote Harry Potter because she felt like it! Okay. I actually do own Anna. She's ME! J.K. Rowling doesn't own me! I do!







For the past month, everyone's noticed a difference in me. I am quiet in class, I don't seem to want to have fun with Fred and George, they say I seem distant. My grades have been slipping.

Easy for them to say. They don't have someone threatening their lives. I can't sleep. I don't eat.

I've lost a lot of weight. I look like I'm on heroine. Now in potions, I am just waiting for my dad to jump out of the doorway with a knife.

"Your essay on the uses of elephant bile are due to me tomorrow"

I turn to leave, cautiously

"Ms. Davenport, I would like a word."

Great. I don't want him to know that someone is after me. I'd draw too much attention to myself!

"Yes sir?"

"Something is amiss with you . I won't let you leave until you tell me what it is."

Quark. He's onto me. Wait, everyone is. Oh Well.

"I got another death threat"I handed him the paper

"I see. This certainly makes everything make sense."

"Look I gotta go" I said hastily

"Ok"

Then at breakfast the next morning, I got another letter. This one only read,

SOON

I think I'm going to tell Snape today. I have double potions today, so that would be ample time. I need to go back up to my dorm to get the pictures, my birth certificate and his letter. He wouldn't believe me other wise. Rarely has histoy of Magic gone THIS slow. The minutes went by as fast as........................something that moves really slow. What will his reaction be? How will he treat me? When should I tell him? These and millions of other questions raced through my mind during Lunch, which seemed to melt away. Time for potions came way too soon for me. I got up, and marched down to the dungeons. My legs felt like lead. They don't want to move, but I make them. My heart is pounding out of my chest. I just want to disappear. Then, he comes in. He looks in bad spirits today. We get started on our potions. He bullies Neville for the last time that I can take it.

"WHY DON'T YOU LEAVE HIM ALONE!?!?!"

"Well, this is an improvement. You're talking in class now"

"It's not fair. You shouldn't treat him like that. Although you've done worse to me"

Now rage is flooding into me. I no longer feel like a dead man walking.

"What do you mean?"

" Why did you become a death eater? Why did you leave me?"

"What?"

"Why did you leave me with HIM? Why did you go? Didn't you know what a terrible person he was?"

"What on earth are you going on about?"

"Do I have to spell it out for you? I am your daughter!"

Snape looked at me like I hit him with a frying pan

"That's impossible"

"No-no it isn't! I - I have the birth certificate and pictures, if i can find-"

"This is utter nonsense! Yes I did become a death eater, and yes I did have a daughter. But she died after I left her in the care of her adopted father. How dare you even joke about that! How dare you accuse me! How dare you insult my daughters memory like that! If she ever turned out anything like you, I'd disown her in a minute you lowlife mudblood!"

I- really don't know what to say.

"Dad, what are you talking about. I- I have the pictures. I have the birth certificate"

"You are a fraud, I cannot believe you would sink as low as you just did. I shall talk to Dumbeldore about you, and your mental health."

Tears begin to fall silently down my face. I never expected it to be like this. I drop the envelope. I feel hollow inside. The world feels like such a huge place. I am alone in it again. There's really no reason to go on.

"FINE!" I shout amongst the tears "I'LL LEAVE! I'LL FIND MY ADOPTED DAD! I'M SURE HE'LL BE GLAD TO SEE ME!"

I ran as fast as I could. and then something or someone grabbed me. He found me. He took me to an alleyway in this city by way of a portkey. Two Huge guys with Baseball bats and knives were there. Those were for me, no doubt.

"I wanted to make this slow and painful just like you made my life" a sick grin flashed across his face.

The first hit me and it hit me hard in the back. I fell down. It was pain like I have never experienced before. Repeated blows fall on me. This is pain like I have never felt before. Every inch of me is thriving in agony. They decided to take a breather, happily conversing with my dad. I try to make a run for it, but, my legs are broken. So, I pull out my wand. Burly guy number one takes my wand and snaps it in half. Now they decide to start up again. The other guy Kicks me in the stomach. I don't know how much more of this I can take. And then I see Snape? Maybe he's here to join in the fun. Dad lifts me up. He holds out my wrist for Snape to see, and then he presses his sharp blade into my skin. Blood creeps out of the cut and then he does the same to the other wrist. I fall to the ground. Things are getting darker and darker and darker. Is this death? Must be. I'm not ready to go I'm just not read-





Well the cat's out of the bag now! Everything will be cleared up for those of you who don't quite get what just happened here.