TITLE: Harry Potter and the Heir of Snape
AUTHOR NAME: Marlena R. Snape
EMAIL: Bloodflame013@aol.com
CATEGORY: Romance
SUB CATEGORY: Angst
RATING: PG- 13
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A/N: Again, I own nothing aside from Lena, and other created characters I credit to their original creators. Nero credited to myself, Angel Raye to my close friend Angel, Nicole Azoff to my friend Nicole, and Stephanie Leoncour to my sister Stephanie. And just about chapter two, it's just about the first evening in the castle, before classes start. What can really be said about what happens then? This is merely my inquiry.
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† Chapter Two: First Night in the Castle †
After dinner, it was time to go to the common room. It was actually, just a time to enjoy the first night back in the castle. Lena stood up from the Slytherin table, pulling her long black hair into a ponytail as she began walking toward the front of the hall. For Merlin's sake, she needed to get out of these school robes. She felt as if she had been in them forever.
"Would you like a guide?" A voice asked, and she turned around, coming face to face with Nero once again. Lena smiled, looking a little thoughtful.
"Now that you mention it Vanbu-" Nero quickly cut her off midsentence, with a quiet laugh.
"Please, just call me Nero. The whole last name thing, it weirds me out."
"Alright." She said with a smile, actually looking down just a bit. "Forgive me, I'm new to the whole first name bases thing..."
"You'll get adapted sooner than later." Nero said, holding his arm out for her.
Lena linked her arm with Nero's, as they began walking out of the Great Hall. Off to the side of the hall however, stood Draco Malfoy. His grey eyes, dark, looking like a storm brewing. He watched as Snape walked out of the hall with his egomaniacal, egotistical, annoying, cousin Nero. Angel placed her hands on Draco's shoulder, leaning over to look at him with a smirk.
"Looks like hurricane manwhore strikes again?" He said playfully, as Draco scowled.
"Annoying. Pathetic. I bet she sees right through that phony smile."
"Do I hear a little...jealousy...in my dear brother's voice?" She asked in a teasing voice, which Draco growled.
"No. I could never be jealous of someone below me...and Nero? Is far, below me..."
Draco and Angel, along with Crabbe and Goyle soon left the Great Hall, heading toward the Slytherin dungeons. Nero and Lena however, were already half there. As Lena turned a corner, laughing quietly at Nero's facial expression, she was ran into. Nero caught her from falling, but as eyecontact was made, Lena knew exactly who she had come face to face with. Harry Potter.
"Sorry." Harry said, barely above a grumble, and Nero looked at Lena, dusting her off.
"You okay?" He asked, as Lena nodded.
"You think that would hurt me?" She said, rolling her eyes. "Hardly." Lena slowly glanced toward Harry, who was accompanied by a chesnut brown haired girl, deep brown eyes, fairly short. And a fiery red head boy, looking a little ragged, his deep blue eyes lacking much expression. Vacant. Lena tried to look pleasant. "It's fine, Potter." She said, as she grabbed Nero's hand. "Come on."
Lena began tugging at Nero, and as they got past Harry and his friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, Harry 'ehemed' lightly. Lena turned around.
"What?"
"We haven't officially met." Harry said, as Lena raised her left eyebrow. This boy couldn't be serious...could he? Lena remained presentable, however, despite wanting to ignore Harry.
"Maybe it's better that way..." She said, as she felt eyes on her from a distance. It wasn't like how Harry, Ron, and Hermione were looking at her now. As she glanced to the side, she noticed Draco and Angel, and she looked pleading in their direction. "I have to go."
"No introduction?" Harry asked, as Lena exhaled lightly. She no longer saw Draco and Angel off to the side, though. They had left her here?! She sighed, but it slowly faded into a relieved breath.
"At it again, eh Potter?" Draco's voice came from behind the small group of Gryffindor students. The intense glare that was shared between Harry and Draco, caused Lena to slowly smirk, as she began walking toward where Draco was. She went to stand beside him, however, Draco stood in front of her, like a protective sheild. "Eyes off, she's far beyond your reach, Potter."
"And above you too, I take it? At least I know what it's like to be respectful, Draco. Unlike you..." Harry replied coldly, as Draco's jaw locked. Lena went to say something, however, didn't. Who did Harry think he was, exactly? He really did have an ego! Now Oliver couldn't say different...she saw it with her own eyes.
"Draco...let's just...all...go." Lena said, slowly tugging at his robes, a pleading look on her face. Draco went to say something, but closed his mouth again. A small smirk coming across his face as he began to nod.
"Alright. Luv." He said, as he glanced back to Harry. Harry glared at him, still. "It's been fun, but, we have to show this lovely lady, to the common room. Surely you, your little 'friend' and your filthy little mudblood understand? Good evening..." Draco hissed, as the foursome of Angel, Nero, Draco and Lena soon started walking away. As they were a few steps away, Lena couldn't help it, she began laughing.
"You can get away using the term mudblood here?!" She asked, shocked, as Draco's expression turned smug.
"Who's going to stop me?" He asked, before glancing to her. "Or, you...actually. Being a Snape and all."
Hearing that, was like music to her ears. The good type. She glanced back momentarily, looking toward Harry, Hermione and Ron, a small smirk on her face. She couldn't resist, really. After all, she had definitely fit in with the right crowd. She could see it now. It would only be a matter of time before she was enjoying the pleasure of ruling the school. Of course that would happen, wouldn't it? After all, Draco did say it best, she WAS a Snape...
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After arriving at the common room, Lena went up to the dorm rooms, in which she shared with Angel, a girl named Stephanie Leoncour, Nicole Azoff, and another girl, whom she hadn't caught the name. She had changed, from her school robes, to a pair of blue, black and green bondage pants, and a black slash sleeve top, that clung to her figure. She grabbed her cloak from the hook near her four poster, that she had placed it upon, as she went to leave the room once more. However, she nearly ran into a blonde girl, opening the door. It wasn't Angel, though.
"Oh, hey! You're Lena right?" She asked, as Lena smiled, nodding.
"Yes, that's right. You are?"
"I'm Stephanie. Or just Steph will do." She said.
"Nice to meet you." Lena replied, as she pulled her cloak on. "What's there to do this time around this place?" she asked, as Stephanie smirked.
"Depends on what your persuasion is..." Lena looked confused, as Stephanie shrugged.
"Whether you like to be good and straight-edge, or bend a couple rules."
"Ah. I see. Bend but never break, eh?"
"Aye, that's about the jist of it." She said with a chuckle. "Oh by the way, heard about your encounter with Saint Potter..."
"Damn...news sure flies fast around here..." Lena grumbled, as Stephanie smirked. "Yeah, with Nero VanB it sure does..."
"Nero?" She asked, shaking her head a bit. "The loud mouthed, type?"
"Just a little. A lot." She quickly fixed her answer, snickering. "He's pretty bloody harmless, though. The only thing that'll hurt ya is his ego."
"Ah. Okay." Lena said with a nod, as she took a deep breath. "Well, I think I'm going to take a trip down to my father's office..." She smiled, "It was nice meeting you."
"Likewise." Stephanie said, as she walked into the dorm, as Lena was leaving.
Lena walked into the common room, clutching the cloak close to her as she walked. She hummed to herself, as she walked through the clammer of people talking. She saw Marcus Flint, the boy from the Great Hall who was talking to Nero, with a small group of people, probably something Quidditch related? Lena didn't know anyone, and it was beginning to already bother her. She sighed, as she walked to the porthole to leave the common room. She caught Draco's eye, pools of deep grey looking at her, a smirk on his face. She gave a small wave, doing her best to smile, as she walked out of the porthole.
"She's not bad eh Draco?" Marcus asked, as Draco slowly turned back to Marcus.
"Not bad? She's a Snape..." He said, a smile crossed his face. "Like that could be a bad thing?"
"I wonder if she still needs a tour guide?" Nero asked thoughtfully, as Marcus, Joshua Breagen ( One of the beaters on the Slytherin Quidditch team ), Nicole Azoff ( Slytherin team keeper ), Angel (Chaser), and then, there was Draco. Draco sneared at Nero, as the others just watched.
"Like she'd go with the likes of you?" Draco said, as Nero smirked wickedly.
"I don't see why not. I mean, she clearly digs me..."
"Not to get involved in this little tiff, but, doesn't everybody apparently want you?" Stephanie asked from behind the group, as Nero turned around, mocking a shocked gasp.
"Baby. I thought you loved me...." Nero said dramatically, as Marcus, Angel, Nicole, and Josh, all managed to take a moment to groan. "I mean-"
"Just sod off would you?" Stephanie said, rolling her eyes. "Give the girl a break, it's her first day...she doesn't need a creep like you oogling her..."
"I think you just summed up what everyone was thinking, Steph." Angel said, as she glanced toward Draco. His attention was still on Nero, still looking displeased.
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Lena walked down the corridor, her cloak still held tightly to her, she didn't look so up tight anymore, though. She walked past a small group of Slytherin students who were talking in the dungeon passage. Hearing a few random hello's, and welcome's, Lena smiled, exchanging a thank you, and hello, on cue. So maybe, this wasn't going to be so devistating. The Slytherin students, were more than welcoming...hmm, Lena wondered whether it was her, or her name, that raked in the 'respect.'
'They're probably worried about making a bad impression on your father...'
Lena through to herself with a small laugh, shaking her head. Maybe walking into Hogwarts with the Snape last name wasn't such a bad thing, afterall. She was going to use this to her advantage. And if anyone knew how to? Oh...she was the person. She walked down to the Potions classroom, peeking her head behind the large wooden door that was closed. Sitting at the front of the classroom, at his desk, sat a thin frame, black hair, black robes. Lena coughed quietly, as she stepped into the classroom, shutting the door behind her. Severus' head snapped up, but his expression dropped from annoyance, to something resembling a smile. Lena smiled, walking up toward the front of the classroom.
"I was wondering, if Professor Snape was too busy?" She asked coyly, as Severus just looked at her, his lip curled into a smirk.
"Never too busy, Lena. Please, come have a seat." Severus instructed. Lena walked to the front of the classroom, sitting down in the front desk that was facing her father's desk.
"How's your first night back?" She asked, as Severus closed the book in front of him.
"Preparing tomorrow's lesson." He said, as she smiled. She knew he was dedicated to his classes, that should have been self explanitory. "And you? Everyone treating you fairly?"
"Yes, daddy." Lena said softly.
"I see you've made well with Mr. Malfoy, and friends, as well?" Severus inquired, and Lena shrugged.
"I guess so. You don't think that's a put up, do you?"
"Mr. Malfoy is a respectable young man." Severus said, as he slowly stood up from the desk in which he sat. "I think he is just being proper, Lena."
"You know the Slytherin students fairly well, don't you daddy?" Lena asked, as Severus seemed to nod, sitting down next to her at the desk.
"Yes, I do. Why do you ask?"
"What's the deal with VanBuren?" Just the way she asked, caused Severus to actually chuckle. A chuckle? From the hardknock 'evil' Professor? Was it real? Lena smirked. "What...? Is he a major bonehead or something?"
"Bone...head?" Severus mimicked, as Lena shrugged, laughing quietly. "Well. He's...a popular, boy..." Severus started, rubbing his right temple with his index and middle finger, looking as if he was thinking about something. "He's an...interesting...boy..."
"Is that a nice way to say he's a weirdo?" Lena asked quietly, as Severus snickered.
"I wouldn't say he's a weirdo. He's just, contraversial."
"He's a wacko. Got ya..." Lena said with a giggle, as she leaned her head against Severus' shoulder. "I'm just worried I'm not going to fit in right in Slytherin, you know?" She looked up at Severus, who had placed his arms defensively around the small framed girl. He rested his chin on her forehead.
"You'll do just fine, princess." Severus spoke softly, as he took a long breath. "As long as you stay with the right people."
"Malfoy, for example?"
"I'm not going to tell you who to have as your friends." Severus spoke, matter of factly. "I'm just saying, for you to be cautious in your choosing."
"Ah, okay...I understand." She said, slowly looking up at him. "I think this year is going to be fine..." So that was the first moment of real confidence she had, since she first heard she was transfering. She always thought the worse. But now she was there, it didn't seem so bad. Severus nodded.
"That's right. You will be just fine." He said. "By the way. I heard that you had a little, encounter, this evening." Lena sighed, rolling her eyes.
"News REALLY travels fast around here, doesn't it?"
"Well when you have poigant poltergeist, who enjoys rampaging through the castle, telling of such acts?" Severus shook his head, as Lena looked geuinely confused. "Peeves."
"Oh..." She said, biting the inside of her cheek gently. It was something she did when she was nervous. What would her father say about her little 'gad about' with Harry? Sure, it was nothing, but if this...Peeves...was as annoying as her father said? What would he have told him?
"Don't worry about Potter...or his little, 'posse'..." Severus said, a snear crossed his face as he looked to his daughter. "They're all harmless..."
Lena slowly nodded. She knew her father's look...she also, knew how he felt about Harry Potter. It was hard for her to have an unbiased opinion about him, really, when all of the talk that revolved around him away from school, was negative. She slowly pulled her hair down from the pony tail it had been in, running her fingertips through her black hair. She looked at Severus, as she undid her cloak, sliding it off.
"I just, don't know. It's hard for me, seeing as how Oliver is friends with him..." she said, as Severus nodded in understanding.
"And thus, you shouldn't be forced to choose between your family and your house." Severus said, kissing the young girl's forehead. "But sometimes...alas, sometimes it's not always fair. But Lena..." His sympathetic tone, had turned to that of utter seriousness. "You...were destined for Slytherin."
Lena knew her father's words were true. Just by being born into the Snape name, it was her destiny. She hated thinking about it...how her life had been plotted from the beginning. Her life in the wizarding community, anyway. She sighed, nodding a bit.
"I know, dad." She said, as she slowly stood up. "I'm going to head back up to the common room...see you tomorrow?" She asked, as Severus stood up with her, nodding.
"That you will, princess." He said. Lena leaned in, hugging Severus tightly. Severus held her tightly, kissing the top of her head gently. "You get some rest, would you?"
"Yes daddy." She said quietly, grabbing her cloak as she released the hold she held on her father. "Love you."
Lena said, before starting out of Severus' classroom. A quick "Love you too" was heard from Severus, as she headed out of the classroom. She sighed, as she leaned against the large wooden door that was closed behind her. She was thinking of her father's words. About how she was destined for this. Destined for confusion? Uncertinty? She was highly pleased she had landed herself in Slytherin, but what would this mean for her relationship with Oliver? Hopefully, and she really was hoping beyond any shade of the imagination, that nothing would change. Afterall, it was just a 'house' thing.
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She walked the corridor, heading back down to the Slytherin common room, the cloak over her folded left arm, humming something to herself. Something that clearly resembled music. She made her way to the porthole, muttering 'pureblood' for the password, and walked in. The common room had since, calmed down since she had left. There were people sitting around, just talking, rather than the typical clammer of running about, trying to sort through priorities, and such. She didn't say much to anyone, even though she now knew a few people, all of which were residing in the common room. She walked up to the girl's dormitory, where she placed her cloak up on the hook near her bed, pulling out the messenger bag that she had placed just under her bed. She decided against just laying in her bed as is, though, she was still fully dressed. After a moment of rummaging through her trunk, she found her pajamas. A pair of pink, black and white plaid pajama pants, and a black tank top.
After changing, Lena put her pants and shirt she had been wearing away. She grabbed the journal that was in the messenger bag, a quill, and an ink jar. She laid on her stomach, opening the journal to the first page. It was a clean start, something new. Just like her time at Hogwarts. She dipped her quill into the ink, thinking. Finally, she began writing.
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Date: 01, September
Dear Diary;
So. Here I am. At Hogwarts. I was previously, crippled you might say, by the fear I felt coming here. But here I sit, flabbergasted, by how quickly such can change. I sat with Oliver on the train, on the way here. I met a boy named Draco, on the train as well. I thought that he had to be the one father talked about. Come to find out that was true.
I met a few great people, after I was sorted. It was a scary thought, sitting in that stool as all of those people were watching. I was scared as all bloody hell knows. But that hat, didn't let me down, and it put me right where I wanted to be. In Slytherin. I talked with some of the students in the house at dinner, and have to admit, it's not as bad as I had expected.
I also met the 'infamous' Harry Potter, tonight. After dinner when I was heading to the common room. Now reguardless of what Oliver may say? He's the single biggest joke, I've ever encountered. I just met him, and dislike him. He just has this, look about him, that makes me very proud I don't have to share a house with him. Then it goes back to Oliver. I wouldn't have minded spending time with him. I guess it's a small price to pay to avoid being swirled into Potter's web of decite.
Tomorrow classes start. I start off in Transfiguration, 9 am. Professor McGonagall, already not fond of her. Just the disrepsect she has in her voice when she mentions my name. Snape. It's almost as if it's a stretch for her to be impartial, toward me. Ah well, reguardless, I'm not going to allow it to bother me. Hum...it's getting late, and I'm starting to get tired. I should go to sleep. Big day tomorrow...and all.
-Signed,
Lena A. Snape
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After allowing the ink to dry, Lena put the quill back into the bag. Closing the ink jar, she put that back into her bag as well. She yawned, her green eyes clouded from her fatigue state. She closed the journal, with a satisfied, soft smile, sliding it back into the bag, and shutting it. The black velvet bound book was safe and sound, to where only she would find it. Rather than putting it under her bed this time, she lifted her matress just a little, sliding the bag under the head of her bed. 'Safe' she figured, that would be all she needed...was for someone to get a hold of that. The thought was enough for her. She stretched a bit, as she turned down the emerald green and black covers that were on her bed. Fluffing the pillow lightly, she climbed into her bed. She heard people coming to the dormatories as is, from just outside the doorway. Laying her head down on the pillow, her long black hair cradling her pale, fair skin, the deep green pools closed, allowing her to fall into a deep, tranquil sleep.
AUTHOR NAME: Marlena R. Snape
EMAIL: Bloodflame013@aol.com
CATEGORY: Romance
SUB CATEGORY: Angst
RATING: PG- 13
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A/N: Again, I own nothing aside from Lena, and other created characters I credit to their original creators. Nero credited to myself, Angel Raye to my close friend Angel, Nicole Azoff to my friend Nicole, and Stephanie Leoncour to my sister Stephanie. And just about chapter two, it's just about the first evening in the castle, before classes start. What can really be said about what happens then? This is merely my inquiry.
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† Chapter Two: First Night in the Castle †
After dinner, it was time to go to the common room. It was actually, just a time to enjoy the first night back in the castle. Lena stood up from the Slytherin table, pulling her long black hair into a ponytail as she began walking toward the front of the hall. For Merlin's sake, she needed to get out of these school robes. She felt as if she had been in them forever.
"Would you like a guide?" A voice asked, and she turned around, coming face to face with Nero once again. Lena smiled, looking a little thoughtful.
"Now that you mention it Vanbu-" Nero quickly cut her off midsentence, with a quiet laugh.
"Please, just call me Nero. The whole last name thing, it weirds me out."
"Alright." She said with a smile, actually looking down just a bit. "Forgive me, I'm new to the whole first name bases thing..."
"You'll get adapted sooner than later." Nero said, holding his arm out for her.
Lena linked her arm with Nero's, as they began walking out of the Great Hall. Off to the side of the hall however, stood Draco Malfoy. His grey eyes, dark, looking like a storm brewing. He watched as Snape walked out of the hall with his egomaniacal, egotistical, annoying, cousin Nero. Angel placed her hands on Draco's shoulder, leaning over to look at him with a smirk.
"Looks like hurricane manwhore strikes again?" He said playfully, as Draco scowled.
"Annoying. Pathetic. I bet she sees right through that phony smile."
"Do I hear a little...jealousy...in my dear brother's voice?" She asked in a teasing voice, which Draco growled.
"No. I could never be jealous of someone below me...and Nero? Is far, below me..."
Draco and Angel, along with Crabbe and Goyle soon left the Great Hall, heading toward the Slytherin dungeons. Nero and Lena however, were already half there. As Lena turned a corner, laughing quietly at Nero's facial expression, she was ran into. Nero caught her from falling, but as eyecontact was made, Lena knew exactly who she had come face to face with. Harry Potter.
"Sorry." Harry said, barely above a grumble, and Nero looked at Lena, dusting her off.
"You okay?" He asked, as Lena nodded.
"You think that would hurt me?" She said, rolling her eyes. "Hardly." Lena slowly glanced toward Harry, who was accompanied by a chesnut brown haired girl, deep brown eyes, fairly short. And a fiery red head boy, looking a little ragged, his deep blue eyes lacking much expression. Vacant. Lena tried to look pleasant. "It's fine, Potter." She said, as she grabbed Nero's hand. "Come on."
Lena began tugging at Nero, and as they got past Harry and his friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, Harry 'ehemed' lightly. Lena turned around.
"What?"
"We haven't officially met." Harry said, as Lena raised her left eyebrow. This boy couldn't be serious...could he? Lena remained presentable, however, despite wanting to ignore Harry.
"Maybe it's better that way..." She said, as she felt eyes on her from a distance. It wasn't like how Harry, Ron, and Hermione were looking at her now. As she glanced to the side, she noticed Draco and Angel, and she looked pleading in their direction. "I have to go."
"No introduction?" Harry asked, as Lena exhaled lightly. She no longer saw Draco and Angel off to the side, though. They had left her here?! She sighed, but it slowly faded into a relieved breath.
"At it again, eh Potter?" Draco's voice came from behind the small group of Gryffindor students. The intense glare that was shared between Harry and Draco, caused Lena to slowly smirk, as she began walking toward where Draco was. She went to stand beside him, however, Draco stood in front of her, like a protective sheild. "Eyes off, she's far beyond your reach, Potter."
"And above you too, I take it? At least I know what it's like to be respectful, Draco. Unlike you..." Harry replied coldly, as Draco's jaw locked. Lena went to say something, however, didn't. Who did Harry think he was, exactly? He really did have an ego! Now Oliver couldn't say different...she saw it with her own eyes.
"Draco...let's just...all...go." Lena said, slowly tugging at his robes, a pleading look on her face. Draco went to say something, but closed his mouth again. A small smirk coming across his face as he began to nod.
"Alright. Luv." He said, as he glanced back to Harry. Harry glared at him, still. "It's been fun, but, we have to show this lovely lady, to the common room. Surely you, your little 'friend' and your filthy little mudblood understand? Good evening..." Draco hissed, as the foursome of Angel, Nero, Draco and Lena soon started walking away. As they were a few steps away, Lena couldn't help it, she began laughing.
"You can get away using the term mudblood here?!" She asked, shocked, as Draco's expression turned smug.
"Who's going to stop me?" He asked, before glancing to her. "Or, you...actually. Being a Snape and all."
Hearing that, was like music to her ears. The good type. She glanced back momentarily, looking toward Harry, Hermione and Ron, a small smirk on her face. She couldn't resist, really. After all, she had definitely fit in with the right crowd. She could see it now. It would only be a matter of time before she was enjoying the pleasure of ruling the school. Of course that would happen, wouldn't it? After all, Draco did say it best, she WAS a Snape...
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After arriving at the common room, Lena went up to the dorm rooms, in which she shared with Angel, a girl named Stephanie Leoncour, Nicole Azoff, and another girl, whom she hadn't caught the name. She had changed, from her school robes, to a pair of blue, black and green bondage pants, and a black slash sleeve top, that clung to her figure. She grabbed her cloak from the hook near her four poster, that she had placed it upon, as she went to leave the room once more. However, she nearly ran into a blonde girl, opening the door. It wasn't Angel, though.
"Oh, hey! You're Lena right?" She asked, as Lena smiled, nodding.
"Yes, that's right. You are?"
"I'm Stephanie. Or just Steph will do." She said.
"Nice to meet you." Lena replied, as she pulled her cloak on. "What's there to do this time around this place?" she asked, as Stephanie smirked.
"Depends on what your persuasion is..." Lena looked confused, as Stephanie shrugged.
"Whether you like to be good and straight-edge, or bend a couple rules."
"Ah. I see. Bend but never break, eh?"
"Aye, that's about the jist of it." She said with a chuckle. "Oh by the way, heard about your encounter with Saint Potter..."
"Damn...news sure flies fast around here..." Lena grumbled, as Stephanie smirked. "Yeah, with Nero VanB it sure does..."
"Nero?" She asked, shaking her head a bit. "The loud mouthed, type?"
"Just a little. A lot." She quickly fixed her answer, snickering. "He's pretty bloody harmless, though. The only thing that'll hurt ya is his ego."
"Ah. Okay." Lena said with a nod, as she took a deep breath. "Well, I think I'm going to take a trip down to my father's office..." She smiled, "It was nice meeting you."
"Likewise." Stephanie said, as she walked into the dorm, as Lena was leaving.
Lena walked into the common room, clutching the cloak close to her as she walked. She hummed to herself, as she walked through the clammer of people talking. She saw Marcus Flint, the boy from the Great Hall who was talking to Nero, with a small group of people, probably something Quidditch related? Lena didn't know anyone, and it was beginning to already bother her. She sighed, as she walked to the porthole to leave the common room. She caught Draco's eye, pools of deep grey looking at her, a smirk on his face. She gave a small wave, doing her best to smile, as she walked out of the porthole.
"She's not bad eh Draco?" Marcus asked, as Draco slowly turned back to Marcus.
"Not bad? She's a Snape..." He said, a smile crossed his face. "Like that could be a bad thing?"
"I wonder if she still needs a tour guide?" Nero asked thoughtfully, as Marcus, Joshua Breagen ( One of the beaters on the Slytherin Quidditch team ), Nicole Azoff ( Slytherin team keeper ), Angel (Chaser), and then, there was Draco. Draco sneared at Nero, as the others just watched.
"Like she'd go with the likes of you?" Draco said, as Nero smirked wickedly.
"I don't see why not. I mean, she clearly digs me..."
"Not to get involved in this little tiff, but, doesn't everybody apparently want you?" Stephanie asked from behind the group, as Nero turned around, mocking a shocked gasp.
"Baby. I thought you loved me...." Nero said dramatically, as Marcus, Angel, Nicole, and Josh, all managed to take a moment to groan. "I mean-"
"Just sod off would you?" Stephanie said, rolling her eyes. "Give the girl a break, it's her first day...she doesn't need a creep like you oogling her..."
"I think you just summed up what everyone was thinking, Steph." Angel said, as she glanced toward Draco. His attention was still on Nero, still looking displeased.
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Lena walked down the corridor, her cloak still held tightly to her, she didn't look so up tight anymore, though. She walked past a small group of Slytherin students who were talking in the dungeon passage. Hearing a few random hello's, and welcome's, Lena smiled, exchanging a thank you, and hello, on cue. So maybe, this wasn't going to be so devistating. The Slytherin students, were more than welcoming...hmm, Lena wondered whether it was her, or her name, that raked in the 'respect.'
'They're probably worried about making a bad impression on your father...'
Lena through to herself with a small laugh, shaking her head. Maybe walking into Hogwarts with the Snape last name wasn't such a bad thing, afterall. She was going to use this to her advantage. And if anyone knew how to? Oh...she was the person. She walked down to the Potions classroom, peeking her head behind the large wooden door that was closed. Sitting at the front of the classroom, at his desk, sat a thin frame, black hair, black robes. Lena coughed quietly, as she stepped into the classroom, shutting the door behind her. Severus' head snapped up, but his expression dropped from annoyance, to something resembling a smile. Lena smiled, walking up toward the front of the classroom.
"I was wondering, if Professor Snape was too busy?" She asked coyly, as Severus just looked at her, his lip curled into a smirk.
"Never too busy, Lena. Please, come have a seat." Severus instructed. Lena walked to the front of the classroom, sitting down in the front desk that was facing her father's desk.
"How's your first night back?" She asked, as Severus closed the book in front of him.
"Preparing tomorrow's lesson." He said, as she smiled. She knew he was dedicated to his classes, that should have been self explanitory. "And you? Everyone treating you fairly?"
"Yes, daddy." Lena said softly.
"I see you've made well with Mr. Malfoy, and friends, as well?" Severus inquired, and Lena shrugged.
"I guess so. You don't think that's a put up, do you?"
"Mr. Malfoy is a respectable young man." Severus said, as he slowly stood up from the desk in which he sat. "I think he is just being proper, Lena."
"You know the Slytherin students fairly well, don't you daddy?" Lena asked, as Severus seemed to nod, sitting down next to her at the desk.
"Yes, I do. Why do you ask?"
"What's the deal with VanBuren?" Just the way she asked, caused Severus to actually chuckle. A chuckle? From the hardknock 'evil' Professor? Was it real? Lena smirked. "What...? Is he a major bonehead or something?"
"Bone...head?" Severus mimicked, as Lena shrugged, laughing quietly. "Well. He's...a popular, boy..." Severus started, rubbing his right temple with his index and middle finger, looking as if he was thinking about something. "He's an...interesting...boy..."
"Is that a nice way to say he's a weirdo?" Lena asked quietly, as Severus snickered.
"I wouldn't say he's a weirdo. He's just, contraversial."
"He's a wacko. Got ya..." Lena said with a giggle, as she leaned her head against Severus' shoulder. "I'm just worried I'm not going to fit in right in Slytherin, you know?" She looked up at Severus, who had placed his arms defensively around the small framed girl. He rested his chin on her forehead.
"You'll do just fine, princess." Severus spoke softly, as he took a long breath. "As long as you stay with the right people."
"Malfoy, for example?"
"I'm not going to tell you who to have as your friends." Severus spoke, matter of factly. "I'm just saying, for you to be cautious in your choosing."
"Ah, okay...I understand." She said, slowly looking up at him. "I think this year is going to be fine..." So that was the first moment of real confidence she had, since she first heard she was transfering. She always thought the worse. But now she was there, it didn't seem so bad. Severus nodded.
"That's right. You will be just fine." He said. "By the way. I heard that you had a little, encounter, this evening." Lena sighed, rolling her eyes.
"News REALLY travels fast around here, doesn't it?"
"Well when you have poigant poltergeist, who enjoys rampaging through the castle, telling of such acts?" Severus shook his head, as Lena looked geuinely confused. "Peeves."
"Oh..." She said, biting the inside of her cheek gently. It was something she did when she was nervous. What would her father say about her little 'gad about' with Harry? Sure, it was nothing, but if this...Peeves...was as annoying as her father said? What would he have told him?
"Don't worry about Potter...or his little, 'posse'..." Severus said, a snear crossed his face as he looked to his daughter. "They're all harmless..."
Lena slowly nodded. She knew her father's look...she also, knew how he felt about Harry Potter. It was hard for her to have an unbiased opinion about him, really, when all of the talk that revolved around him away from school, was negative. She slowly pulled her hair down from the pony tail it had been in, running her fingertips through her black hair. She looked at Severus, as she undid her cloak, sliding it off.
"I just, don't know. It's hard for me, seeing as how Oliver is friends with him..." she said, as Severus nodded in understanding.
"And thus, you shouldn't be forced to choose between your family and your house." Severus said, kissing the young girl's forehead. "But sometimes...alas, sometimes it's not always fair. But Lena..." His sympathetic tone, had turned to that of utter seriousness. "You...were destined for Slytherin."
Lena knew her father's words were true. Just by being born into the Snape name, it was her destiny. She hated thinking about it...how her life had been plotted from the beginning. Her life in the wizarding community, anyway. She sighed, nodding a bit.
"I know, dad." She said, as she slowly stood up. "I'm going to head back up to the common room...see you tomorrow?" She asked, as Severus stood up with her, nodding.
"That you will, princess." He said. Lena leaned in, hugging Severus tightly. Severus held her tightly, kissing the top of her head gently. "You get some rest, would you?"
"Yes daddy." She said quietly, grabbing her cloak as she released the hold she held on her father. "Love you."
Lena said, before starting out of Severus' classroom. A quick "Love you too" was heard from Severus, as she headed out of the classroom. She sighed, as she leaned against the large wooden door that was closed behind her. She was thinking of her father's words. About how she was destined for this. Destined for confusion? Uncertinty? She was highly pleased she had landed herself in Slytherin, but what would this mean for her relationship with Oliver? Hopefully, and she really was hoping beyond any shade of the imagination, that nothing would change. Afterall, it was just a 'house' thing.
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She walked the corridor, heading back down to the Slytherin common room, the cloak over her folded left arm, humming something to herself. Something that clearly resembled music. She made her way to the porthole, muttering 'pureblood' for the password, and walked in. The common room had since, calmed down since she had left. There were people sitting around, just talking, rather than the typical clammer of running about, trying to sort through priorities, and such. She didn't say much to anyone, even though she now knew a few people, all of which were residing in the common room. She walked up to the girl's dormitory, where she placed her cloak up on the hook near her bed, pulling out the messenger bag that she had placed just under her bed. She decided against just laying in her bed as is, though, she was still fully dressed. After a moment of rummaging through her trunk, she found her pajamas. A pair of pink, black and white plaid pajama pants, and a black tank top.
After changing, Lena put her pants and shirt she had been wearing away. She grabbed the journal that was in the messenger bag, a quill, and an ink jar. She laid on her stomach, opening the journal to the first page. It was a clean start, something new. Just like her time at Hogwarts. She dipped her quill into the ink, thinking. Finally, she began writing.
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Date: 01, September
Dear Diary;
So. Here I am. At Hogwarts. I was previously, crippled you might say, by the fear I felt coming here. But here I sit, flabbergasted, by how quickly such can change. I sat with Oliver on the train, on the way here. I met a boy named Draco, on the train as well. I thought that he had to be the one father talked about. Come to find out that was true.
I met a few great people, after I was sorted. It was a scary thought, sitting in that stool as all of those people were watching. I was scared as all bloody hell knows. But that hat, didn't let me down, and it put me right where I wanted to be. In Slytherin. I talked with some of the students in the house at dinner, and have to admit, it's not as bad as I had expected.
I also met the 'infamous' Harry Potter, tonight. After dinner when I was heading to the common room. Now reguardless of what Oliver may say? He's the single biggest joke, I've ever encountered. I just met him, and dislike him. He just has this, look about him, that makes me very proud I don't have to share a house with him. Then it goes back to Oliver. I wouldn't have minded spending time with him. I guess it's a small price to pay to avoid being swirled into Potter's web of decite.
Tomorrow classes start. I start off in Transfiguration, 9 am. Professor McGonagall, already not fond of her. Just the disrepsect she has in her voice when she mentions my name. Snape. It's almost as if it's a stretch for her to be impartial, toward me. Ah well, reguardless, I'm not going to allow it to bother me. Hum...it's getting late, and I'm starting to get tired. I should go to sleep. Big day tomorrow...and all.
-Signed,
Lena A. Snape
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After allowing the ink to dry, Lena put the quill back into the bag. Closing the ink jar, she put that back into her bag as well. She yawned, her green eyes clouded from her fatigue state. She closed the journal, with a satisfied, soft smile, sliding it back into the bag, and shutting it. The black velvet bound book was safe and sound, to where only she would find it. Rather than putting it under her bed this time, she lifted her matress just a little, sliding the bag under the head of her bed. 'Safe' she figured, that would be all she needed...was for someone to get a hold of that. The thought was enough for her. She stretched a bit, as she turned down the emerald green and black covers that were on her bed. Fluffing the pillow lightly, she climbed into her bed. She heard people coming to the dormatories as is, from just outside the doorway. Laying her head down on the pillow, her long black hair cradling her pale, fair skin, the deep green pools closed, allowing her to fall into a deep, tranquil sleep.