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.
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Chapter Four: So This Is Hell?
After Transfiguration - Lena, Stephanie, Angel and Nicole walked out of the classroom. Lena was grumbling something under her breath, as the girls looked at her offly.
"What's the matter?" Stephanie asked, as Lena looked back up from her attention on the floor below her feet.
"Nothing…" She said softly.
"Oh come on…" Angel said, placing her hand on Lena's shoulder. "What's wrong? You don't seem very happy…"
"Just…did you hear how she talked to me? The tone she used?" Lena asked, shaking her head. "I thought professors are supposed to be impartial no matter the circumstance. She said 'Snape' like it was a foul word…" Lena sighed. "At least at Beauxbaton's I didn't have to worry about that…"
"McGonagall is a crab, you get used to it…" Nicole said, as the girls walked down the stairs to the ground floor. "Don't let her get to you. She hates all Slytherin, I swear."
"Well I won't take her attitude…" Lena said, crossing her arms with a scowl. "I don't deserve that. I deserve respect…and she will give me the respect…"
"You sound like Draco…" Stephanie said with a snicker, as they walked out of the castle to the outside. Walking down the steps, Lena smirked a bit.
"Well does she disrespect Draco?" Lena asked thoughtfully.
Stephanie went to say something, but stopped. Shaking her head, she smiled. Lena's expression turned to that of somewhat pompous nature, as they walked along the path heading to the courtyard. As they arrived at the courtyard, there was a small group of Gryffindor students assembled, seemingly enjoying their conversation. The four Slytherin girls glanced once around, from each other, to the Gryffindors, and back to each other once more. A small, coy smile crossed Lena's face as she leaned closer toward the center of their small circle. The Gryffindor students were none other than Harry, Hermione, Ron, Fred, George, and Angelina ( Johnson ). They all seemed to stop their happy chatter as the girls glanced their way.
"Oh. Terribly sorry, to interrupt. Please, don't mind us…" Lena said, her tone holding nothing but sarcasm, which caused Stephanie, Angel and Nicole to smirk.
"It's fine." Harry said calmly, as Hermione shot him a look. One that would say are you dafted? But Harry ignored it.
"Wow, thank you for understanding, Potter." Lena said, glancing toward Stephanie, Angel, and Nicole. "Look, girls…he understands!" Her tone dropped, "I'm so overjoyed…"
Hermione's eyes squinted to a glare as she looked at the giggling Slytherin girls, Lena Snape more specifically. As there was a moment of utter silence between the two groups, with Fred and George merely talking to themselves barely above a whisper, snickering, Lena rolled her eyes.
"You'll have to excuse us, ladies…we have means of actual importance to get to. I'm sure you understand?" Lena commented coldly, as she turned on her heel to walk away. As she did, however, in a bout of pure rage, Hermione's arm snapped out, grabbing Lena's wrist.
"Hold it right there…" Hermione hissed. Lena seemed innerly amused, as the look in her eye - that of twinkling mischief, was evident.
"Why, Ms. Granger, do you think it's appropriate to put your hands on a fellow classmate?" Lena asked, slowly tugging her wrist from Hermione's grasp. She shook it out, a look of disgust played across her face. "You have heard of hand cream right? You're hands are ghastly for a lady…" The way she said 'lady', was nothing less than that of contempt.
"You come to this school, and already you think you own it?" Hermione asked sharply, which caused Lena to hold her chest in mock surprise.
"Excuse me? You've misread me, Granger. I'm quite offended." She said shortly, before glancing to Stephanie, who was trying her best not to laugh. She shifted to where Angel and Nikki were talking softly to one another, and they soon looked up, both grinning. Lena frowned. "Can you believe this girl? She thinks I'm out to run this school." She shook her head, turning away from Hermione. Her smirk returned. "I'm, I'm rather hurt…"
"Oh don't give me that!" Hermione exclaimed, but Harry grabbed her arm lightly.
"Come on, Hermione…this isn't right." He said quietly, as Hermione glanced toward him, looking as if she would explode from anger.
"And allowing her and her, 'friends', humiliate you, and the rest of Gryffindor daily is?!"
"Hermione…just don't start anything…" Harry was abnormally calm for such an event as what was unfolding, and Lena just glanced at her friends with a half amused smile. It was too perfect.
"Well. This has been an absolute horrah…but you'll have to excuse us. We have…" Lena paused, before nodding a bit. She had the right word. "Things…to do. Yes, that's right. Things…" She grabbed Stephanie's hand, pulling her along as she walked, trying her best to remain serious. As Angel and Nicole followed, Lena burst into a fit of giggles a few feet from where the Gryffindors stood.
"That was just bloody priceless." Angel said with a giggle, "I wish Draco was around to see it…"
"Take a look, Granger is shooting us death glances…" Nicole said with a snicker, as she placed her arm around Lena's shoulder. "You, my friend, are definitely Slytherin material. You know just how to press their buttons. Superb job."
Lena laughed softly; "Thank you, Nikki. I think we all did quite the little number back there…"
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Lena, Nicole, Stephanie and Angel had made their way back into the school, and went to the Slytherin common room to get ready for their next class, Herbology. A class none of them really liked. It was a total 'snooze job'. It felt like hours, even though the class was the average time span.
After Herbology, they made their way to the Great Hall for lunch. Lena sat down across from Stephanie, and next to Angel, while Nicole sat next to Stephanie. Lena had her books placed in the seat on her right, but a hand slowly sat down on the small stack of them.
"Is this seat taken?" A voice asked, and she glanced up. She looked right into a pool of deep grey eyes, and a smirk equipped perfectly with those eyes - Draco.
"Depends, are you inquiring to take that seat, Draco?" She asked, a smile coming over her face as she moved her books for him to sit down. As he sat down, she glanced toward Stephanie again. "I'm telling you. I've never felt so much rage from one person…she clearly wanted to rip my bloody head off."
"May I for one second interject myself into this little conversation?" Draco asked, leaning forward. "Who wanted to rip your head off, luv?"
"Granger." Lena replied with a snicker.
"Already? You work miracles…" He actually smiled, not smirked, as he shrugged. "So…go ahead and tell me. How did you manage that?"
"We had a run in with the rat pack, you know, Gryffindor." Stephanie said, as Draco glanced toward her. "Granger, Potter, Weasley… all 3 of those idiot boys, and that…girl…Johnson…hell if I know. Or care." She coughed quietly, before continuing. "Lena put on quite the performance, but Harry stood up for her against the mudblood. What's up with that?"
"I would like to know." Lena said, before rolling her eyes. "BUT you see…I've come to the point I frankly don't give a damn. You know?"
"Rightfully so." Draco said, shaking his head a bit. "Potter and his little 'friends', if you'll call them that, they think that they're the key elements that make this school go around. I beg to differ."
"As do I…" Angel said abruptly. "They are no better than the next lot of students who come here…and they're sure as hell not royalty. They're Gryffindors…"
"I pity Oliver…I really do." Lena said, shaking her head. "It sucks to have a cousin in that house, you know. He's been corrupted by them…poor luv."
"I'm sure he's not so bad…" Stephanie said, shrugging. "I mean, sure he might be corrupted into their goodie two-shoes ways, but get him away from them, I'm sure he's cool."
"He is. But that's not the discussion here." Lena said with a half smile. Her half smile turned to a serious expression though, as Nero and Marcus walked into the Great Hall, heading toward their table.
"Hey Marcus." Angel said as they approached, and Marcus gave a nod and smirk in her direction.
"Angel, Steph, Nikki, Lena, always a pleasure ladies." He nodded toward Draco a bit. "Draco. Everything going well so far today everyone?"
"As well as expected…" Lena said, as she shrugged off the fact Nero was looking at her. Again. She could feel his eyes, heat radiating from him, almost as if a rage of lust? He couldn't be lusting over a 14 year old, that just didn't seem right. Well then again, he wasn't right. She had a gift of sensing and feeling another person's feelings. It was a blessing and a curse in the same aspect.
"Hey ladies." Nero said, never correcting himself because of Draco's presence, which caused Draco to sneer at him, and Nero just smiled. He sat down with Marcus and Angel rolled her eyes.
"I hate it when he gets like that. He turns into a royal asshole…" She said, as Lena turned toward her.
"Does he always do this? The one upsmanship I mean…"
"Always. He thinks just because he's Draco's cousin through his mother…that he's the 'man' around here. He's always jealous of Draco…" Angel said, sighing. "It sucks, because I do like Nero. He's a cool guy, but he can be a royal jackass…"
"I can see that." She said softly, rather feel that, she thought to herself, shaking her head. She looked to Draco, placing her hand on his shoulder. He jumped, turning quickly, but she looked taken a back from his swift motion. Draco's face turned from a glare, to a softer look, as he frowned.
"I'm sorry…" He said quietly, and Lena just gave him a small smile.
"It's okay, Draco…I just wanted to see if you were okay…I mean, after all…" She sort of, nodded her head toward where Nero was in conversation with Marcus. Draco gave a quick nod.
"I'm fine. Just, irritated…"
"I can feel that…that's why I asked…to see if I was getting the right or wrong 'vibe' from you. It's okay…really. He's just jealous of you…"
Feel it? Draco decided against asking, but he nodded, assuring he was fine. But was he? It was already the first day of school, and Nero was testing his patience. That wasn't the smart thing to do, no matter who you were - family or not. Testing the patience of Lucius Malfoy's son…when he had the temper of his father? Not clever.
"Just ignore him." Angel said as she looked at Draco from her seat next to Marlena, and he gave a small nod.
"Hard to ignore him when he continues to cast petty glances, and smile all - smug." Draco said in a disgusted tone. "He has no purpose. No cause. He's a hopeless cause."
Lunchtime soon passed, and the girls along with Draco, Goyle, and Crabbe, made their way to the Quidditch Pitch. There was free time, for try outs. Lena had always loved Quidditch…she played it at Beauxbaton's since second year, but here…she wasn't sure if she could make it. After all, there was so much she didn't know yet.
"You trying out?" Angel asked, as Lena was looking at the sign up sheet. She seemed lost in it, as she glanced to Angel.
"I might…I'm not completely sure yet…" She said, and Angel smiled, putting her arm around her shoulder.
"I'm sure you'd be great. Look…" She pointed to the chaser position that was open. "You'd be working closely with Marcus and I…I'm sure we could do some great things."
Lena smiled a bit, "I guess you're right there." She took a deep breath, signing her name on one of the lines. Then glancing to Angel, she nodded. "I think I can do this…"
"That's the spirit!" Angel said with a giggle, taking her hand to lead her out to where Draco, Marcus, Nikki, Josh, and Nero were standing on the pitch. There were a few other Slytherin students there for tryouts, and Marcus was going through the list of names.
"What a joke…" Marcus grumbled, but he soon paused. "Snape is trying out?"
"That's right, Marcus." Lena said, as Angel and she walked up to the group. "And I plan on gaining that spot, as well." She said, which her sure attitude made Marcus grin.
"If it was just by attitude alone, you'd have it. I take it you've played before?"
"Second and third year at Beauxbaton's, yes." She said with a half smile. "I know my fair share about Quidditch, but as with any expert, practice makes perfect. I still have some to know."
"Well we can train what you don't know…let's get you up into the air and see you at work. Here, you can use my broom." Marcus handed Lena his Firebolt, and she gave him a nod.
"Thank you Marcus."
"Mount up!" Marcus said, and Angel mounted her broomstick, a smile on her face as she hovered.
"You get to try one on one against me." She told Lena, and Lena smirked.
"Don't be nice to me just because I'm your friend, you'd better bring it honey." She said, and Marcus laughed a bit.
"I'm serious, with that attitude you must be something, Snape!" he called up, and Lena's expression turned portentous; as she smirked.
"I'm a Snape, Marcus, of course I'm something!"
Angel was thrown the quaffle from Marcus on the ground, and he blew a whistle to start the practice game. Draco stood beside Marcus, as did Nero and Josh, and Nicole was at her post at the hoops guarding. Angel tried to get past Lena, but she came up and punched the quaffle from Angel's grasp. Swooping down to grab it, Lena flew around the hoops where Nicole was watching her every move, ready to block, but she flew around, throwing the quaffle right through the middle hoop.
"Hey! What the hell was that?!" Nicole exclaimed with a laugh, shaking her head. "I wasn't ready?"
"Tough luck, sweetheart." Lena said with a smile, as she flew back over to where Angel was hovering.
"Not bad for a rookie"; she teased, and Lena grinned.
"A rookie who just proved they can be as underhanded as the next."
"That was nice!" Marcus shouted up at them, motioning for the girls to come back down to the ground level.
"Make up your mind right, Flint." Draco said, casting a glance at Marcus snidely. Marcus looked at Draco forward.
"I think I've made up my mind. Remember Draco, I'm the captain here."
Lena hopped down off the broom, handing it to Marcus with a smile. "Thank you for letting me borrow this, rides like a dream. You work it out well don't you?"
"Of course, I practice whenever I get a chance…which is quite often."
"So…" Angel said with a smile, looking up at Marcus. "What did you think?"
"I'm just wondering, if you guys were just acting confused by her movement?" Marcus asked sarcastically, as Angel raised an eyebrow.
"You called that acting?"
"Dude, I thought I had her!" Nicole said with a half frown. "I didn't know she w-"
"You don't need to explain it to me, Nikki." Marcus said with a smirk. "As soon as I see everyone else, I'll let you know okay Lena?"
"Not a problem, Marcus." She said, holding out her hand. Marcus shook the girl's hand and she smiled. "Thanks for letting me try out."
"That was nothing. You did well."
Lena and Stephanie left the pitch, seeing as how there were other students who wanted to try out for the Quidditch team, and as they had left, Draco looked at Marcus seriously.
"You're actually considering letting these other neanderthals try out?"
"I have to, Draco."
"You'd better just keep one thing in mind when you're making the final cut, Flint." He said sternly, his face merely inches away from Marcus' as he stood up to him. "I am the reason this team is such a success. Who helps you out when you need an idea for a play?"
"You do, Draco."
"And who's father bought every last one of the team a Firebolt to be THE best?"
"Yours, Draco. I know w-"
"Don't interrupt me…" Draco hissed, as he looked at Marcus with a sneer. "To be the best, we have to have the best…and she seems to be our best bet. Does she not?"
"I agree with you."
"You'd better…"
Draco turned away from Marcus, walking off the pitch, as Angel looked a little shocked by Draco's attitude with Marcus. Nero just rolled his eyes, as Nicole blinked.
"Well that went well…" She said quietly, as Joshua actually began snickering off to the side.
Lena and Stephanie walked back to the castle, with Lena smiling a bit. She felt as if she had given a good enough performance to gain some recognition as far as the Quidditch team went. Stephanie had her left arm linked with Lena's as they walked.
"You did well." Stephanie said with a smile. "I think you'll get it."
"I hope so…but…something just didn't feel right. Leaving the pitch. Did you have a feeling of someone being really pissed off about something?"
"Nah…I didn't. Why?"
"I just felt something. It might have been my imagination, though."
They were walking up the steps to the doors of the castle, and walked into the entrance hall. As they were coming in, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley were walking down the stairs, as if they were leaving the castle. Lena and Stephanie both ignored the pair, walking up the stairs, going about their conversation.
"So what do you think of Nero, hun? I need to ask…it just, seems like the friend thing to do." Stephanie said, and Lena shrugged.
"He's cute, no denying that, but annoying…" Lena said with a laugh, as they walked out of Harry and Ron's view.
"Do you believe that one Harry?" Ron asked, shaking his head. "Those Slytherin's…they're all a strange lot."
Harry didn't say anything. He just shrugged, but inside he was thinking something. He was always looking for a way, to really stick the hurting to Draco - no matter the cost. Now days, he enjoyed it for some reason. He knew what he had to do.
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Afternoon came, and at 3:45, Lena left the Slytherin Common room with Draco, Angel, Nicole, Stephanie, Crabbe and Goyle. It was almost time for potions. Stephanie was smiling as they approached the dungeon.
"Excited?" She asked, as Lena couldn't help but smile.
"I am…it's my first class with my father…"
"You're in for a treat." Angel said, as they got to the dungeon. "Your father is a great professor."
The entered the classroom, a few Gryffindors already in their seats, talking to each other. Ron, Harry, and Hermione three of such. Lena smiled, walking up to the front of the classroom, peeking into the door of her father's office. He was sitting at his desk, preparing the last bits of the lesson, and she tapped on the window. His attention snapped up, a disgruntle look on his face, but it soon shifted to a relax smile as he saw Lena standing there. He motioned for her to come in, and she glanced toward her friends. "Save me a seat would you?" She asked, and Stephanie gave a nod.
"Will do."
As Lena entered the office, Hermione snorted a little, her attention shifted down to the notebook in front of her.
"Pathetic, really." Hermione whispered to Ron and Harry, and Harry slowly rolled his eyes.
"Come on, Hermione, we're not going back down that road…" Harry said, and Hermione looked at Harry, still in disbelief of his attitude toward the Slytherin girl.
"What is your problem?" She asked quickly, shaking her head. "You need to realize one valuable thing, Harry. She's nothing more than a vindictive little jezebel. She's Snape's daughter!"
"I'm fully aware of that, Hermione…" Harry said in his own defense.
On the other side of the room, Stephanie had her books and bag placed down on the seat next to her, as she talked to Draco, Angel, and Nicole. Draco who sat in front of her with Goyle, Angel sat behind her with Nicole, and Crabbe was seated next to another 4th year Slytherin on her left.
"I'm telling you guys, there's just something about her. I like her."
"Me too." Angel said with a smile. "I thought you know, she was going to be incredibly stuck up because she's the Professor's daughter, but…boy, what a surprise…she's really cool."
"What do you think of her, Drake?" Nicole asked with a smile, as Draco glanced toward her from his seat.
"Did you just ask me what I think?" He mimicked, as Nicole nodded. "Well, who was the one arguing her case, so to speak, to Flint? I think that would say something about what I think of her…"
Back on the Gryffindor side, Harry heard Draco's comment, shaking his head. Draco was already taking fancy to the girl? That didn't make any sense. He was Draco Malfoy. He didn't have the ability to like anyone!
"It looks like the Slytherin Princess and Prince are going to get a little action." Ron said bitterly, as Harry's lip curled into a look of shear disgust.
"That was a mental picture I didn't need, Ron. Thank you."
"Sorry." Ron said plainly, "But you just heard him. I wonder what Oliver would think…"
"I still can't believe Oliver is related to that…spoiled little brat." Hermione said with a hmph, which caused Harry to shake his head.
"Drop the attitude, 'moine, please?"
"Not today." Hermione said, looking at Harry. "Honestly. Why would I? This is ridiculous. I don't see what the fuss is over this girl…"
"You wouldn't." Harry said shortly, which caused Hermione's eyebrow to arch in question.
Students had been filing into the classroom, trying not to be late for the 4 o'clock class. Lena opened the door of Professor Snape's office, and made her way to the seat that Stephanie had saved for her.
"Everything cool?" She asked, as Lena smiled.
"Absolutely. He's looking forward to this as much as I am…" She said with a small giggle, as the door to his office opened, and he walked out into the class' view.
"Good afternoon, class…" Snape said, his tone seeming a bit sarcastic as he crossed his arms before him. "It's the first day of your fourth year, students, I am hoping for your well being and grade, that you haven't spent the entire summer holiday being bemused, and actually did your holiday homework. I'll ask you to pass that up at this time, save face for our transfer, who never was assigned the project." He said, and Lena smiled a bit, raising her hand.
"Excuse me Professor, but I happened to have taken a peek at your assigned work over the summer. I have the project you assigned everyone else done…and with me."
Professor Snape raised an inquisitive eyebrow. "Is that so, Ms. Snape?" He asked, walking to her desk. She pulled out the roll of parchment that had all of the work, detailed and in lack of better detail, perfectly done. He looked impressed, for once. "I see that you do…I'll take that from you now." He said, taking the work from her. She smiled a bit, as Hermione clearly grunted from her seat.
"Suck up…" She hissed under her breath, as she handed her work to Ron, who sat in front of her, and he handed Hermione's, Harry's, and Dean Thomas' to Professor Snape.
"Get off it, Hermione…don't start something here." Harry said quietly to her, which obviously offended her.
Class went smoothly, and Slytherin and Gryffindor equally gained some points for their houses. Slytherin for their pure knowledge of the potion ingredients, and for Lena's extra credit surprise to her father. Gryffindor for their respectability, their work, and for not enraging Snape the first day. The bell sounded, releasing the students from their confines in the classroom, and the students began packing up their bags, and getting ready to go.
"Let's try to keep this pattern up, shall we?" Snape said over the ruckus of students, which a collective, yet for the most part grumbled 'yes professor' came from the collective group.
Harry was one of the first ones to leave the classroom, with Ron and Hermione, but at the stairs, he turned toward them. "You lot go ahead. I need to go find someone. I shouldn't be long…"
"Find who?" Hermione questioned, and Harry just quietly whispered. 'VanBuren', to her. She gasped. "What!? Why are you going to find him?!"
"Let's just say I'm in aim to ruin Draco's chances with Snape for good." He said, with a half smile, and Ron sort of grinned.
"Brilliant. Simply bloody brilliant."
"You condone this, Ron!?" Hermione shrieked, and Ron shrugged, taking a bite from his chocolate bar from Honeydukes.
"Why not?"
"Because it's just wr-" Hermione sighed, shaking her head. "Oh, who am I kidding…I would love to see it…"
Harry smiled, giving Hermione a light kiss on the cheek. "Don't worry, you'll get quite the show."
As Harry walked off, Hermione looked a little stunned that Harry had kissed her cheek. She looked to Ron for some sort of explanation, but he continued to munch on his chocolate with no real sense of acknowledging.
Harry walked out to the lake, where he normally saw Nero and his 6th and 7th year friends hanging around - doing nothing more than talking about girls and Quidditch. Harry was a little leery approaching, as he saw Marcus Flint playing wizard chess with Joshua, and Nero laying in the grass talking with one of his friends. Harry sent a letter from behind a few shrubs to Nero, that read the following.
VanBuren;
It's odd of me to ask for such a request as this, but meet me at the Herbology Greenhouses. It might be to your advantage in a certain new 'mission' of yours.
-HP
He sent his snow owl Hedwig to do the delivery, and he made his way toward the Herbology greenhouses, behind them. He was a little nervous, to be completely honest, about plotting with a Slytherin for anything. Even if it meant hurting Malfoy in the long run. A few minutes later, Nero was walking up to the greenhouses, looking amused by the entire thing.
"We need to talk." Harry's voice said, as Nero walked around to where Harry stood.
"You said there was something in this for me…what's that?" He asked, as Harry's lip curled into a half smile.
"Snape."
[[There's chapter 4. I'll be working on 5 soon. Whether you R&R or not, I'm still keeping going with this lol If you want to, go ahead and leave a review, I'm not upped on whether or not there are any.]]