Title: The Unoriginal Story
Summary: Voldemort is Harry's Father, Snape has a daughter, and Draco is not a death-eater wannabe. Story of clichés. Is NOT stupid and pointless. HV/HG; DM/GW; RW/OC
Genre: Action/Adventure/Romance
Rating: PG-13
Major Characters: Harry Voldemort (Potter), Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Severus Snape, Crystaline Snape, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Albus Dumbledore, Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy.
Minor Characters: Cornelius Fudge, Narcissa Malfoy.
A/N: Takes place in Harry's fifth year.
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The Snape Manor
"Dad! I'll be fine!"
"All right, I just don't want you to meet someone of a bad sort."
Severus Snape was about to take his teenage daughter to Diagon Alley today. His daughter, Crystaline, looked almost exactly like her dad. She had black hair that was always held back by either a wooden clip or a black and silver headband, black eyes that seemed to seep into your soul, pale skin, and had a sort of presence that demanded respect. Or at least fear. Most of the kids at the college said that she resembled a vampire. The only traits that she did not inherit from her father were her nose and the fact that her hair was not greasy.
Crystaline had been living at the college of wizards for seven years since her mother died, killed by her own sister. Crystaline's aunt tried to kill her as well, but Severus had gotten in the way. After the fight was over, Crystaline's aunt escaped the ministry and went abroad. Her dad decided that it would be better to put her somewhere safe (well, relatively). At the beginning of this summer, however, he decided to bring her back.
"Just through some of the powder in the fire, step into it and say 'Diagon Alley'. Quite simple really," he was saying.
"All right, all right! But if I get stuck up the wrong chimney, there will be hell to pay!," she said, walking over to the stone fireplace. "Diagon Alley." and she was gone.
Smiling, her father did the same.
Diagon Alley was as busy as usual, with lots of shops waiting to be explored. The first store they went into was the apothecary. When her dad was getting a kit of ingredients put together for , I looked over some advanced books on potions. I would be going into seventh year potions and defense against the dark arts, but fifth year in every thing else.
The next shop that they went into was Flourish and Blotts. It was as crowded as ever and seemed to overflow with red heads. One of them, a boy around my age, was arguing with a blonde boy in front of them, blocking access to the rest of the shop. Next to him were a skinny boy with black hair and glasses and a girl with bushy brown hair.
"Potter, Weasley, Granger and Malfoy. Will you please stop polluting the air with your squabbles and allow others to enter the shop." my dad sneered at them.
"Uh, sorry professor," the blonde headed kid said.
"Severus! There you are! I haven't seen you in ages! How are you? Where have you been?" a thin, balding man with, (wowzers!) red hair walked up to my father
"Hello Arthur. I'm fine, I've been at my manor, and by the way, you're scaring your kids. And this is Crystaline. She used to play with your daughter."
"Oh, hi. Now why am I scaring my kids?"
"Because I'm their cruel and sadistic potions master who hates cheerfulness and you're being far to hyper and cheerful for a normal person to bear."
"Oh. Too bad. Wanna come over for dinner? Molly hasn't seen you in ages. Come on," he started to pout. All right, I've seen a lot of scary things in my life, but some one begging and pouting at my father, the same person who gives Neville Longbottom hysterics, to eat dinner is the worst. This really set off the red haired kid who had been previously fighting. A look of absolute horror came over his face. It was sooo funny. He looked like he was about to vomit.
Anyway, dad accepted, making sure of course, that I was invited. Oh joy. Let us get this straight-Crystaline Snape is anti-social and bloody proud of it. She does NOT want to go to any dinner that involves more people than are in her fan club which begins and ends with her cat(dad's ever so charming presence doesn't count, since I don't get the choice. Our family eats whenever they are hungry, and does not wait for each other).
I am beginning to really relate to the boy who was fighting when we came in. He is turning this beautiful shade of purple. If I ever get to know him, I must ask him how he manages it. I just look a little less pale(as an older student once mentioned, a little more normal. He currently is bright pink at the moment, curtesy of yours obedient) when I get mad.
As we left the shop, I made a point of making sure that he knew how anti-social I am. He did. Master Keren must have told him. I wonder exactly what he told dad. Master Keren was my mentor when I stayed at the college of wizards. He ended up teaching me a lot when I was there.
I was so lost in my musings that I did not even realize that we were in the Leaky Cauldron until I ran into dad, who had just stopped in front of a large fireplace. After helping himself to some floo powder, he the glass jar out to me.
Still Crystaline's Point of View
Back home, dad ordered me to do my homework. Yes I have homework over the holidays. Ugh. Anyway, as I walked up to my room (actually, trudged is more like it), I thought about the kid back in Flourish and Blotts. His name's Ron Weasley, and according to dad, he is as disrespectful as I am. That is not something to brag about.
Anywho, he is cute. His dad is the one who invited us over. According to dad, his family had notion of what muggles are like. For heaven's sake! Who could live without a CD player or a radio? In the Snape manor, of course, everything runs off of electricity. It wouldn't do to have a muggle come by and start to question them about the floating light here or the sourceless sounds there.
As I turned on the light in my room, I reflected on how it was so unlike the room at the college. It's bigger, has two levels, is actually nicely painted(good gothic colors, dark burgundy with silver and black trim), and, most importantly, had a window seat. I love window seats. They just give a feeling to a room that nothing else can. My old room was small, a light gray, and had no windows. NO WINDOWS!!! Yes I literally nearly went crazy when I found out that my new room had a window.
Ah yes, homework. I guess I really ought to start. Ok, compy, word, all set. You know, it's amazing how much bullshit you can pack into a two page history essay.