A/N: Ever since I lost my sister in a tragic car accident, I've been
looking for an outlet for my emotions. Giggles always said that writing fan
fiction was the best thing she ever started doing in her life. We both
loved talking about Harry Potter, and one of our favorite topics was talking about "What if..?" situations. Something that always came up was the possibility of Snape having a child. I wasn't the biggest fan of Order of The Phoenix, so this fan fiction is going to be an AU fifth year fic.
This is my first story to write, so please be gentle.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Anything that you recognize belongs
to J. K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. I own anything that you don't
recognize unless it is otherwise stated.
A Father's Love
Ch. 1
Introductions
Sitting alone in her room brushing her raven curls out of her face in the dark was how fourteen-year-old Emma Snape loved to spend her time. She hated her mother, and she couldn't wait for the day that she could move out. What she hated even more than her mother was her mother's latest boyfriend and his bratty son. Leonard Malfoy had to be the biggest jerk on the planet, and she always referred to his son Omar as a jerk-in-training. She hated every single thing about the pair of them: their white blonde hair, their sneering faces, their attitudes, but most of all she hated their money. She knew that money was the only reason her mother was going after Leonard anyway. Omar was nearly eleven and was going to be starting school soon, although Emma didn't know where, but all the soon to be fifteen-year-old hoped for was that the relationship would be over before then and she would never have to see them again.
"Emmi.." Tulip yelled up the stairs. Emma inwardly groaned and quickly pretended to be asleep.
"Emmiline.."her mother tried again. "Emmiline Catherine.." When there was no response, she walked into Emma's room. "I need to talk to you."
Emma sighed and sat up. Her mother turned the light on and sat down on Emma's four-post bed.
"Honey, you know that Leonard and I have been getting pretty serious lately, and we are ready to take our relationship to the next level. As the latest love interest, Leonard probably didn't know that she had said this about the last three men Tulip had dated. The pair of them had been together for almost a year, a year of having to put up with Omar, a year of feeling unwanted, basically a year of hell that Emma absolutely despised.
The words "your father" jerked Emma's attention back to the conversation she was having with her mother.
"Wait!" Emma interrupted. "Do you mean my biological father?" she asked incredulously.
"Did you listen to a word that I just said?" Tulip snapped irritated.
"Not really," was Emma's cool reply.
"Well, the jest of it is that Leonard doesn't think much of you, and he thinks that you'll be a bad influence on Omar. We are planning to move out to California in three days time. Omar will be attending school there and we want him to get better acquainted with the area first. I've contacted YOUR FATHER and he will be picking you up tomorrow evening.
"HANG ON JUST ONE DAMN MINUTE!" Emma yelled. "Precious Omar gets to live with his family, but I get kicked out of the house and thrown to a man who I DON'T KNOW, and who hasn't been a part of my life! That is ridiculously unfair."
"You'll also be attending a school in England." Tulip smiled to herself as she stood up. She was finally rid of the brat. She was heading towards the door when she heard her daughter's voice asking her a question:
"Will you tell me about him?"
Tulip turned around slowly and hesitantly pulled the desk chair over to Emma's bed.
"Your father and I attended Hogwarts together; we were both in Slytherin. He was two years older than I, but two years younger than Leonard. I met Severus Snape the summer before my first year. We were at a picnic at the Black's house, one of the finest wizarding families in Britain at the time. They've gone downhill since. But anyway, Severus didn't seem to keen to get to know me, much to my parent's disappointment. The Black's son Sirius was so handsome and charming with his angelic face and eyes the color of the sky on a crisp October morning. Sirius was my first real crush, and I fell hard too. But he was a Gryffindor, so my parents would never allow us to date. I thought that was the problem, but in reality they had other plans for me.
"As the years went on, Severus and I grew closer. I noticed a continued pattern with his girlfriends though. Every time he and a girl would get serious, his parents would break them up. This continued even after he had graduated. He attended my graduation ceremony in mid-June at his parents urging. Later that evening we were told that we were betrothed to one another. We were married a week and a half later. Everything went well for six months or so, but soon we started fighting fairly often. Things started to gradually get better, until one day almost completely out of the blue, he announced that he wanted a divorce. That was nine months after our wedding. I delivered you a little over five months later. That August. Up until a few days ago, Severus knew nothing of your existence."
"Wow," Emma whispered under her breath.
"And now, young lady," Tulip said as she stood up and pushed the chair back over to the desk, "he is a school teacher and his term ended today. Now go to bed! Leonard and Omar will be here early tomorrow to help you pack up." And with that, Tulip licked the lights out and shut the door.
As soon as she heard her mother's footsteps die away and here her door click shut, Emma sat up in bed, fuming. This was the most unfair thing that she had heard of in her entire life. She was being thrown out of her house to make room for some spoiled snotty brat that came from one of the wealthiest families in the world. She was even going to have to transfer schools.
It wasn't that she was going to miss her school. She attended Indiana Academy of Witchcraft, a private school for girls who were extremely talented in one or more areas of magic. Emma was equally talented in Charms and Transfiguration, but she was just about average in everything else. Except Potions. To say that she was average on Potions would be a stretch on even one of her spectacular days. Normally, her potions boiled over, exploded, melted her cauldron, and injured someone, and that all occurred in about two days time.
It seemed like barely five minutes had passed between the time Emma finally dozed off to sleep and the time that she was awoken by an unfamiliar rapping on her door.
"Get up you lazy brat," Leonard called extremely irritated after having been knocking for almost ten minutes.
"Huh?" Emma replied groggily.
Leonard opened her door, stormed in and got right down in her face.
"I dressed as a Muggle today," Leonard said dangerously. "If you aren't downstairs, dressed and ready to help in five minutes, I will take this belt off, and you won't sit properly again until sometime next week. Do I make myself clear?"
Emma sat bolt upright and nodded. Leonard stormed out and slammed her door. She dressed quickly, washed her face, brushed her teeth and was downstairs in two minutes flat.
Omar was sitting on the couch watching the wizarding news station. When he heard Emma he turned around and grinned. "I'd love to have you join me Emmiline," the pale blonde boy said with a sneer, "but I suppose you're far to bust packing for your trip to England aren't you?" He sniggered his way through this statement.
"That's enough Omar," Tulip said as she suppressed a smile. "Let's go
shopping."
"Okay," Omar shouted gleefully as he jumped off the couch.
As soon as they were gone, Emma started asking questions to Leonard.
"Did you go to Hogwarts, Leonard?"
"What did I tell you to call me?" he snapped back.
"Sorry sir," Emma said with fake sincerity.
"That's quite alright, but don't let it happen again. And yes, I did
go to Hogwarts. My brother was two years above her, and I was two
years above him."
The pair continued working for another good thirty minutes, almost lunchtime.
"Would you like some lunch Leonar..I mean sir?"
"Emmiline Catherine......What did you just call me?" he growled dangerously.
"Sir," Emma answered meekly.
"You just called me by my first name again! You need to be punished young lady! I think....yes...Go stand in that corner until you've learned to mind your elders.
Emma's jaw dropped open. "I am NOT an eight-year-old child, and refuse to be treated like one! I am not going to stand in that corner!" she declared indignantly.
"When you act like a child, you are treated like one," said Leonard simply, pulling out his wand, and as though an invisible force were moving her, Emma was relocated in the corner.
After thirty minutes, Leonard called to her from the other room, "Are you packed up?"
"Yes, L...sir," Emma said mockingly.
"Wise move," said a strange voice from shadows in the room.
Emma turned to face the speaker as Leonard entered the room. "I don't believe I said you could move," he snarled at her.
"And I don't believe that you are her father," said the voice again, this time stepping out from behind the boxes. Emma looked at him, and noticed many things. They had the same wavy black hair, although hers curled more and was nowhere near as greasy as his. They had the same high cheekbones, the same warm complexion, and the same almond-shaped eyes. His however were black instead of the dark honey color hers were.
"Hello Severus," Leonard said coolly.
"Leonard." The man simply nodded in greeting. "I've talked to your brother recently. Says he wishes that the two of you spent more time together." Severus was using a voice that made Emma feel as though she had done something and was about to be punished for it. It sent chills up and down her spine.
"And your Emmiline, I presume," Severus said pulling her away from the corner.
" Dad?" Emma whispered the question.
Severus nodded and told her to go get her things. When she came back down the stairs with her trunk and only one duffel bag, Severus managed to hide his shock. He pulled out his wand, shrunk them quickly, and shoved them in his pocket.
"C'mon," he whispered. "Let's go get some lunch." He took her hand and the pair of them apparated to Hogsmeade.
A/N: Okay, thanks for taking the time to read this. Please read and review. I promise I will take every review and comment into account. If there are mistakes, please let me know about them so I can correct them. Please review. They make my day!
Now I have a question that I hope I can get some help on:
Do you think that Severus should be really strict
Or really easy going, letting her get away with too much and then have to buckle down later in the story.
Thank you,
Lady Giggles
fiction was the best thing she ever started doing in her life. We both
loved talking about Harry Potter, and one of our favorite topics was talking about "What if..?" situations. Something that always came up was the possibility of Snape having a child. I wasn't the biggest fan of Order of The Phoenix, so this fan fiction is going to be an AU fifth year fic.
This is my first story to write, so please be gentle.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Anything that you recognize belongs
to J. K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. I own anything that you don't
recognize unless it is otherwise stated.
A Father's Love
Ch. 1
Introductions
Sitting alone in her room brushing her raven curls out of her face in the dark was how fourteen-year-old Emma Snape loved to spend her time. She hated her mother, and she couldn't wait for the day that she could move out. What she hated even more than her mother was her mother's latest boyfriend and his bratty son. Leonard Malfoy had to be the biggest jerk on the planet, and she always referred to his son Omar as a jerk-in-training. She hated every single thing about the pair of them: their white blonde hair, their sneering faces, their attitudes, but most of all she hated their money. She knew that money was the only reason her mother was going after Leonard anyway. Omar was nearly eleven and was going to be starting school soon, although Emma didn't know where, but all the soon to be fifteen-year-old hoped for was that the relationship would be over before then and she would never have to see them again.
"Emmi.." Tulip yelled up the stairs. Emma inwardly groaned and quickly pretended to be asleep.
"Emmiline.."her mother tried again. "Emmiline Catherine.." When there was no response, she walked into Emma's room. "I need to talk to you."
Emma sighed and sat up. Her mother turned the light on and sat down on Emma's four-post bed.
"Honey, you know that Leonard and I have been getting pretty serious lately, and we are ready to take our relationship to the next level. As the latest love interest, Leonard probably didn't know that she had said this about the last three men Tulip had dated. The pair of them had been together for almost a year, a year of having to put up with Omar, a year of feeling unwanted, basically a year of hell that Emma absolutely despised.
The words "your father" jerked Emma's attention back to the conversation she was having with her mother.
"Wait!" Emma interrupted. "Do you mean my biological father?" she asked incredulously.
"Did you listen to a word that I just said?" Tulip snapped irritated.
"Not really," was Emma's cool reply.
"Well, the jest of it is that Leonard doesn't think much of you, and he thinks that you'll be a bad influence on Omar. We are planning to move out to California in three days time. Omar will be attending school there and we want him to get better acquainted with the area first. I've contacted YOUR FATHER and he will be picking you up tomorrow evening.
"HANG ON JUST ONE DAMN MINUTE!" Emma yelled. "Precious Omar gets to live with his family, but I get kicked out of the house and thrown to a man who I DON'T KNOW, and who hasn't been a part of my life! That is ridiculously unfair."
"You'll also be attending a school in England." Tulip smiled to herself as she stood up. She was finally rid of the brat. She was heading towards the door when she heard her daughter's voice asking her a question:
"Will you tell me about him?"
Tulip turned around slowly and hesitantly pulled the desk chair over to Emma's bed.
"Your father and I attended Hogwarts together; we were both in Slytherin. He was two years older than I, but two years younger than Leonard. I met Severus Snape the summer before my first year. We were at a picnic at the Black's house, one of the finest wizarding families in Britain at the time. They've gone downhill since. But anyway, Severus didn't seem to keen to get to know me, much to my parent's disappointment. The Black's son Sirius was so handsome and charming with his angelic face and eyes the color of the sky on a crisp October morning. Sirius was my first real crush, and I fell hard too. But he was a Gryffindor, so my parents would never allow us to date. I thought that was the problem, but in reality they had other plans for me.
"As the years went on, Severus and I grew closer. I noticed a continued pattern with his girlfriends though. Every time he and a girl would get serious, his parents would break them up. This continued even after he had graduated. He attended my graduation ceremony in mid-June at his parents urging. Later that evening we were told that we were betrothed to one another. We were married a week and a half later. Everything went well for six months or so, but soon we started fighting fairly often. Things started to gradually get better, until one day almost completely out of the blue, he announced that he wanted a divorce. That was nine months after our wedding. I delivered you a little over five months later. That August. Up until a few days ago, Severus knew nothing of your existence."
"Wow," Emma whispered under her breath.
"And now, young lady," Tulip said as she stood up and pushed the chair back over to the desk, "he is a school teacher and his term ended today. Now go to bed! Leonard and Omar will be here early tomorrow to help you pack up." And with that, Tulip licked the lights out and shut the door.
As soon as she heard her mother's footsteps die away and here her door click shut, Emma sat up in bed, fuming. This was the most unfair thing that she had heard of in her entire life. She was being thrown out of her house to make room for some spoiled snotty brat that came from one of the wealthiest families in the world. She was even going to have to transfer schools.
It wasn't that she was going to miss her school. She attended Indiana Academy of Witchcraft, a private school for girls who were extremely talented in one or more areas of magic. Emma was equally talented in Charms and Transfiguration, but she was just about average in everything else. Except Potions. To say that she was average on Potions would be a stretch on even one of her spectacular days. Normally, her potions boiled over, exploded, melted her cauldron, and injured someone, and that all occurred in about two days time.
It seemed like barely five minutes had passed between the time Emma finally dozed off to sleep and the time that she was awoken by an unfamiliar rapping on her door.
"Get up you lazy brat," Leonard called extremely irritated after having been knocking for almost ten minutes.
"Huh?" Emma replied groggily.
Leonard opened her door, stormed in and got right down in her face.
"I dressed as a Muggle today," Leonard said dangerously. "If you aren't downstairs, dressed and ready to help in five minutes, I will take this belt off, and you won't sit properly again until sometime next week. Do I make myself clear?"
Emma sat bolt upright and nodded. Leonard stormed out and slammed her door. She dressed quickly, washed her face, brushed her teeth and was downstairs in two minutes flat.
Omar was sitting on the couch watching the wizarding news station. When he heard Emma he turned around and grinned. "I'd love to have you join me Emmiline," the pale blonde boy said with a sneer, "but I suppose you're far to bust packing for your trip to England aren't you?" He sniggered his way through this statement.
"That's enough Omar," Tulip said as she suppressed a smile. "Let's go
shopping."
"Okay," Omar shouted gleefully as he jumped off the couch.
As soon as they were gone, Emma started asking questions to Leonard.
"Did you go to Hogwarts, Leonard?"
"What did I tell you to call me?" he snapped back.
"Sorry sir," Emma said with fake sincerity.
"That's quite alright, but don't let it happen again. And yes, I did
go to Hogwarts. My brother was two years above her, and I was two
years above him."
The pair continued working for another good thirty minutes, almost lunchtime.
"Would you like some lunch Leonar..I mean sir?"
"Emmiline Catherine......What did you just call me?" he growled dangerously.
"Sir," Emma answered meekly.
"You just called me by my first name again! You need to be punished young lady! I think....yes...Go stand in that corner until you've learned to mind your elders.
Emma's jaw dropped open. "I am NOT an eight-year-old child, and refuse to be treated like one! I am not going to stand in that corner!" she declared indignantly.
"When you act like a child, you are treated like one," said Leonard simply, pulling out his wand, and as though an invisible force were moving her, Emma was relocated in the corner.
After thirty minutes, Leonard called to her from the other room, "Are you packed up?"
"Yes, L...sir," Emma said mockingly.
"Wise move," said a strange voice from shadows in the room.
Emma turned to face the speaker as Leonard entered the room. "I don't believe I said you could move," he snarled at her.
"And I don't believe that you are her father," said the voice again, this time stepping out from behind the boxes. Emma looked at him, and noticed many things. They had the same wavy black hair, although hers curled more and was nowhere near as greasy as his. They had the same high cheekbones, the same warm complexion, and the same almond-shaped eyes. His however were black instead of the dark honey color hers were.
"Hello Severus," Leonard said coolly.
"Leonard." The man simply nodded in greeting. "I've talked to your brother recently. Says he wishes that the two of you spent more time together." Severus was using a voice that made Emma feel as though she had done something and was about to be punished for it. It sent chills up and down her spine.
"And your Emmiline, I presume," Severus said pulling her away from the corner.
" Dad?" Emma whispered the question.
Severus nodded and told her to go get her things. When she came back down the stairs with her trunk and only one duffel bag, Severus managed to hide his shock. He pulled out his wand, shrunk them quickly, and shoved them in his pocket.
"C'mon," he whispered. "Let's go get some lunch." He took her hand and the pair of them apparated to Hogsmeade.
A/N: Okay, thanks for taking the time to read this. Please read and review. I promise I will take every review and comment into account. If there are mistakes, please let me know about them so I can correct them. Please review. They make my day!
Now I have a question that I hope I can get some help on:
Do you think that Severus should be really strict
Or really easy going, letting her get away with too much and then have to buckle down later in the story.
Thank you,
Lady Giggles