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. It 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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Crystaline's Point of View
When I got up the next morning, I decided that I really needed to go shopping. The clothes that actually fit me were all falling apart, and the clothes that were in decent condition were about four times too big.
I decided to ask him at breakfast. As I pulled on my favorite far too big shirt and threadbare jeans, I wondered if I could go. I had never been shopping for myself before, and when I went for someone else, I never had that much money.
I pulled on my sneakers and went out. Once outside, I went into the forest that surrounded my father's manor. I loved it there. There was just a sort of peacefulness in there. Dad said that when I was younger, mom took me out here to play.
"Missy Snape! There you are!"
The house elf, Flora, came into view. She wore a plaid knee skirt and a plain white blouse. Dads' grandparents freed all of their house elves about one hundred years ago. After visiting Hogwarts, Flora seemed very radical to me, although she kept an annoying habit of calling me 'Missy Snape'. It is really annoying.
"Yes, Flora?"
"Your father want to speak with you in his study."
"Thanks. About what?"
"School, I think."
"Oh great," I muttered. Flora grinned.
Severus's Point of View
Crystaline opened the door to my study and walked in. She looked so much like me that it was scary. She acts like her mother though, to a certain degree.
"Dad, you wanted to speak with me?" she asked.
"Yes, sit down please," as she lowered herself onto a high backed chair, I studied her. Her mother would have been worried. Her high cheekbones gave her a gaunt, starved look, and she always seemed to be eating. Could she be one?
"I wanted to talk about a few things. First of all, would you rather take classes with the student body or by yourself?"
"Myself," she replied quickly.
"All right. I will, however, insist that you take Defense Against the Dark Arts and Care of Magical Creatures along with the fifth years."
"Why them?"
"These are the things that you can't learn from a book. Not well enough to suite me, anyway. Another thing- I don't want you to be sorted. Not yet, anyway."
"Why?"
"Well, I think you'll understand a little later."
"No! I want to know now."
Should I test her? But what if I'm wrong? What'll she think about her mother?
"Crystaline, your mother was a vampire."
"What the bloody hell? Then why am I not one?"
"I have no idea if you are one or not. If you have the Gift, you would not know until around now. It usually shows up around adolescence."
"Gift!? What the bloody Hell are you calling a gift!? The Gift to suck blood? The Gift to have fangs? How in tarnation is that a gift?!" Crystaline yelled. She had jumped out of her seat by now, and was standing stock-still. Her eyes were chips of blood red rubies.
"It is a gift. For one thing, it doesn't matter whose or what's blood you drink. As long as it's blood. In fact, a company takes blood from a slaughterhouse, bottles, and markets it. For another thing, you're not going to grow fangs. You're just a half-vampire, and-"
"-just a half-vampire? You said that you weren't sure."
"I wasn't until you got mad and your eyes glowed red."
"Great," she sighed, "I still do not see what is so damn good about being a vampire."
"Vampires and half-vampires all share a few special abilities. They can levitate themselves off of the ground at will, control and converse with shadows, drain people of not only blood, but energy from a distance, and a few other bits that I have certainly forgotten."
"Is that why I'm always so hungry?"
"Yes. Come with me."
I led Crystaline to the library and walked over to a very dusty, long unused section. Crystal loved the library, another trait that she inherited from her mother. I had hated to read when I was younger. Quidditch was much more fun. Serina, however, was a bookworm, heart and soul.
The section that we were in was all about vampires, including how to help develop the powers of a youngster and what their weaknesses were. I pulled out a few of old volumes that Serina used to read. I gave them to Crystaline hesitantly. Many of the books that I handed her were full of dark magic.
"Be careful with these. Your mother used these all the time, and so did her mother. Many of them contain a bit about using the power for evil. Read those especially well. I want an essay on using the Gift for good and evil on Monday. Okay?"
She nodded. I could see that she still wasn't quite so sure about being a vampire.
"Um, dad. Just one thing. I am somewhat hungry right now. Do you know where some, uh, blood is?"
"Yes. I froze some a while back, just in case. Go up to your room and I'll bring some up to you. Okay?"
She nodded and left.
Crystaline's Point of View
Dad brought up some blood quickly. It was not bad, actually. Kind of coppery, I guess. I finally felt full. I still was not too convinced about being a vampire, and how it was good and all. I have been reading way too much sci-fi where the vampire has been a villain.
The books dad gave me were pretty interesting. Some of them were about my powers, but a good deal was about Dark Magic. I would never use Dark Magic on someone intentionally except to save my friends/family, or me but it was interesting just the same. Very interesting. I decided to do something that I have never done since I was nine: not procracinate on my homework. I am sure that Master Keren would faint dead away. Bending over one of the heavier volumes, I read:
Vampires are often portrayed as evil in both muggle and wizarding folklore. This is mainly because the majority of them are. Vampires can be one out of three species. They can be Damikin, Battac, or Krek.
Damikins are pure evil. They, unfortunately, are also the most common of vampires, making up about sixty percent of the world's population. Damikins are extremely hard to create. The methods are very drawn out and excruciatingly painful. It can take decades to become a Damikin. Damikins are enveloped in flame when the sun touches them. They are immortal and can only die by the sun and a few weapons.
Battacs are strictly neutral. They account for about thirty-nine percent of the vampires. They are not created through biting. Battacs are created after the death of some one important enough to get a burial. For all of the methods, see chapter seven. Battacs have no mind. They simply answer to their hunger. Any animal can become a Battac, it just must have a funeral. Battacs turn into dust if hit by sunlight.
Kreks, or Royal vampires, account for only one percent of the vampire population. They are tall, thin, have pale skin, and red eyes. Kreks can be both good and evil, although they are most often evil. Royal vampires have many abilities that set them above the rest. These are explained in chapter eight. Kreks are able to walk in sunlight.
"Cool," I said. From the sound of it, I was a Royal vampire. I could not wait to get to chapter eight.
I, however, still did need some new clothes, and I could read any time. I went down to my dad's study, pushed open the door, and entered. I could see that he was planning his classes for the following year.
"Um, dad?" he looked up, "I kind of need some new clothes for school."
"Uh? Mm, I see what you mean. I'll take a little later today. All right?"
I nodded.
"Do you prefer muggle or witch clothing?"
"Muggle."
"Ok. Oh, I still don't want you sorted. It would only be a matter of time before a student found out. That wouldn't be the best. I think that the room your mother used when she went to Hogwarts is still free. You can use that."
"Thanks."
I backed out of the room quickly and headed back to my room. With luck, I could get a bit more reading done before we had to go.
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REVIEWEIVER
Crystaline Snape, Creator of Chaos, signing off