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. HP/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. Rating is because Ron has a potty mouth. The Snape Manor is located in Massechusetts, USofA

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Crystaline's Point of View

I did not get to read any more. When dad said 'later', he really meant 'when I get this blasted thing done or decide to throw it in the fire'. He seemed to decide to do the latter, because he was not long. I barely had time to write my name on a piece of parchment when he knocked on the door.

He led me to the shed that housed his car, a blue station wagon. I got into the front passenger seat, and he in the drivers. When dad put the key into the ignition, it occurred to me that I needed some other things.

"Um, dad. I kind of, uh, need some other things."

"Oh? What?"

"Well, I am a girl, and I'm fourteen. It's almost, uh, that time," I was turning a bit pink, I knew.

"Oh. Uh, you can get them at the mall."

"Ok."

"What type of books do you like?"

"Uh, science fiction and fantasy. Why?"

"Just wondering."

The rest of the journey was made in silence. I couldn't wait to get to the store. When we got to the mall complex, I couldn't help but gawk. It was SO big! Dad didn't seem at all fased by the hugeness of it all, but I hadn't been in America for seven years. The biggest buildings in Kraliker(a/n: where the college of wizards is located) were schools and government buildings. The shops were always one floor and never were connected.

Dad parked the car and got out. Luckily, the mall didn't look too crowded. As we got to the first of the glass double doors, dad pulled me aside.

"Crystaline, I need to get some things myself, so do you think that you could get your stuff without me?"

I nodded. I was actually kind of relieved. I hadn't really looked forward to trying on clothes while he, as my ever so impatient father, paced back and forth. I also didn't really want to get my other stuff with him.

"Good. Meet me in the food court in two hours. Will that give you enough time?"

"Yes."

"Here is some money. Oh, and in the unlikely event that you run across a muggle who wishes to know about your family, I am a chemistry teacher, your mother was a housewife, and you were raised at Krincle College. Not completely true, but as close as we can get."

Dad handed me 5000 dollars. I had never seen so much money in my life. I just stared at him.

"You may want to get more than just clothes," he said simply, and dissapeared. I always wished I could do that. He didn't use magic, either. He just waited until there was a bunch of people and went with the flow.

Where to go? On the floor plan, there was four different clothing stores on the first floor and three on the second. I decided to go to the closest first, being sensible, as always(over look the fact that I had recently 'redecorated' his rooms in magenta and neon green).

The first shop that I went into was a shop for special occasion clothes called 'La Boutique de Fleurs'. There were so many dresses. On some, there was so much glitter that the one wairing it could probably be considered a disco ball; on others, the amount of feathers was astounding. When you put them on, you could probably fly away. With a good broomstick, of course.

I settled on a velvet, forest green dress with long sleeves and a skirt that fell just below the knees. It had a V-shaped neck and was trimmed in black and gold. It gave me a sense of regalness. Along with the dress I bought a pair of green ankle boots with a very slight heel. They were made of velveteen and had three silver buttons. I made sure that I could move in the dress and shoes without being a klutz before buying.

I payed two hundred fifty dollars for the entire outfit. Not bad compared to the price of some other outfits I saw in there(one was going for over one thousand dollars).

The next shop was full of clothing for people who didn't want to pay a lot. Unfortunatly, you get what you pay for. I always make sure that my clothes are meant to last. The stitching on the clothes in there was shoddy, at best.

The third shop I went into was pretty decent. I got some black flair jeans, a couple of turtle necks(dark blue, red, green, and black), and a beautiful black top with butterfly sleaves. It made me look even more like a vampire, but hey! Who cares?

The final clothing shop was the best. It had tons of cool clothes, and for decent prices too. Dad probably wouldn't be too happy about the way some of the clothes fit me, but hey! I am a teenager. I am supposed to annoy my father.

When I reached the last shoe store I was a bit relieved. The last two had not been of good quality. This store fit the shoe to the person, unlike the other two, where the person was fitted to the shoe.

I sat down and waited for the clerk to spot me. Presently, he was helping a very pudgy boy and his family. His mother was thin, had brown hair, and was wearing a very false smile. His father was very much like the boy himself: fat, red-faced, and, from the look on his face, bad-tempered.

Sitting sulkenly beside the pudgy boy's father was a boy with messy black hair and emerald green eyes. I knew that he had been at the Weasly feast, but I had been paying too much attention to Ron to pay much attention to his friends. Harry! That was it.

"Miss, may I help you?" the clerk asked. Harry and his family had left after the other boy was fitted.

"Yes. That shoe over there," I pointed to a small, black leather boot with a pointed toe. It was much like the boots I had gotten to match my dress, only had a running sole and laced up in the front instead of buttoning on the side. As I tried it on, I checked the price tag, more out of habit than anything else. It was one of the least expensive shoes in the store. It also felt wonderful. I decided to get three pairs, one in brown, one in black, and one in blue.

All in all, after I had bought everything I needed, I had about four thousand dollars left. I decided to save it for later. It was almost two hours after we had arrived, after all.

As I ran into the food court, I noticed dad sitting at a side table, slurping, yes, slurping, a large peppermint ice cream cone. I crept up behind him, and lunged for the ice cream. Ok, if there is one thing that I have a weakness for, it is sweets. I love them!!! Dad, of course, heard me just a moment to soon(for me) and pulled it away.

"Get your own!"

"But-but-but, stealing yours is much more fun!" I gave him my puppy dog eyes.

"You look rediculous, you know," he said, raising an eye brow.

After getting my own ice cream cone (cookie dough), I looked at the bag next to him.

"So. What did you get?"

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A/N: What did Snape get?

Crystaline Snape, Creator of Chaos, signing off.