"Dearest Fred;
I would like to take the opportunity to thank you for your patience, tenderness and apathy towards my situation. As you said in your last letter, it is hard to lose someone you knew and loved. But unfortunately I didn't know her, which is making it worse. It's funny how regret can eat you up inside.
I think it is time that you came to understand me fully and completely. I do not want your pity.
I was three when my parents divorced. I can remember the day perfectly, right down to the yellowish green blanket with the pinkish red flower print. It had a soft silky feel to it as I traced the flowers with my little chubby finger. They told me then. Things just got worse.
Shortly after that, my father was killed in a car accident, so I didn't really know him. My mother, who was a little more desperate to find male company, began to hang out at local bars. There she met all sorts of unsavory characters, but none as bad as my stepfather. He was the creep and pervert who turned my life into a living hell.
My mother began doing drugs, which is when the abuse began. I was assaulted verbally and sexually almost daily by him. When my baby sister committed suicide, I decided that I had taken enough, and I left.
After that I spent several months living on the streets where I spent my days picking pockets to get by, as well as to sustain my addiction to an over the counter drug called Tylenol.
But social services caught up with me and placed me in foster home after foster home, some of which were worse than what I had come from. This went on for a while until I ended up with Heather's family, where I stayed for a few years and was eventually adopted into their family.
Then I came here, rather unexpectedly, only to find that I had been living a lie. A great big fabricated nightmare of a story that I've had to live through.
I had a mother, who loved me, but I never knew her, and I regret it.
Totally lost, Danielle"
With a sigh Danielle stuffed the letter into her backpack along with her homework for the weekend. She and Fred had been pen pals ever since Danie had gotten Ron's letter, and she honestly felt comfortable telling him what few knew about her. She couldn't explain it, she just - trusted him.
Standing up, she headed back into the school towards the library, shivering at the cold air as she walked inside from the forbidden forest. Christmas was coming and everything was getting harder to deal with. Her urges to tear out people's throats were getting stronger - even blood pops weren't working anymore.
"Maybe I should talk - no he should apologize first. Why am I so cursed?" she thought.
The Tylenol would be her last resort, she had had a relapse before, but she wasn't going to let it happen again.
"Miss Snape, the headmaster would like to see you." said McGonagall, who had appeared behind her and was looking at her sharply.
Danie didn't bother to protest. Standing up from her just warmed seat in the library, she turned to McGonagall.
"So what's the password?"
"Blood pops." Came the replay, and Danie's stomach churned. Blood. The need of it flashed through her like a white-hot light as she hurried out of the library to Dumbledore's office.
"Blood pops." she said to the gargoyle, hurrying up the stairway into the office.
"I was told..." Danie trailed off at the sight of her father. "What is he doing here?" she snapped, pointing at Snape.
"I was wondering the same thing." Snape said, glaring at his daughter.
"This is enough foolishness." Dumbledore said, looking at the two of them over his half moon spectacles. "I think it's time that you Eleanor, and whether you like it or not that is your name, forgive your father. And Severus, you are going to tell your daughter the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I will leave the two of you to work things out."
With that, Dumbledore stood up and walked out of the room, leaving the father-daughter duet glaring at each other stubbornly.
I would like to take the opportunity to thank you for your patience, tenderness and apathy towards my situation. As you said in your last letter, it is hard to lose someone you knew and loved. But unfortunately I didn't know her, which is making it worse. It's funny how regret can eat you up inside.
I think it is time that you came to understand me fully and completely. I do not want your pity.
I was three when my parents divorced. I can remember the day perfectly, right down to the yellowish green blanket with the pinkish red flower print. It had a soft silky feel to it as I traced the flowers with my little chubby finger. They told me then. Things just got worse.
Shortly after that, my father was killed in a car accident, so I didn't really know him. My mother, who was a little more desperate to find male company, began to hang out at local bars. There she met all sorts of unsavory characters, but none as bad as my stepfather. He was the creep and pervert who turned my life into a living hell.
My mother began doing drugs, which is when the abuse began. I was assaulted verbally and sexually almost daily by him. When my baby sister committed suicide, I decided that I had taken enough, and I left.
After that I spent several months living on the streets where I spent my days picking pockets to get by, as well as to sustain my addiction to an over the counter drug called Tylenol.
But social services caught up with me and placed me in foster home after foster home, some of which were worse than what I had come from. This went on for a while until I ended up with Heather's family, where I stayed for a few years and was eventually adopted into their family.
Then I came here, rather unexpectedly, only to find that I had been living a lie. A great big fabricated nightmare of a story that I've had to live through.
I had a mother, who loved me, but I never knew her, and I regret it.
Totally lost, Danielle"
With a sigh Danielle stuffed the letter into her backpack along with her homework for the weekend. She and Fred had been pen pals ever since Danie had gotten Ron's letter, and she honestly felt comfortable telling him what few knew about her. She couldn't explain it, she just - trusted him.
Standing up, she headed back into the school towards the library, shivering at the cold air as she walked inside from the forbidden forest. Christmas was coming and everything was getting harder to deal with. Her urges to tear out people's throats were getting stronger - even blood pops weren't working anymore.
"Maybe I should talk - no he should apologize first. Why am I so cursed?" she thought.
The Tylenol would be her last resort, she had had a relapse before, but she wasn't going to let it happen again.
"Miss Snape, the headmaster would like to see you." said McGonagall, who had appeared behind her and was looking at her sharply.
Danie didn't bother to protest. Standing up from her just warmed seat in the library, she turned to McGonagall.
"So what's the password?"
"Blood pops." Came the replay, and Danie's stomach churned. Blood. The need of it flashed through her like a white-hot light as she hurried out of the library to Dumbledore's office.
"Blood pops." she said to the gargoyle, hurrying up the stairway into the office.
"I was told..." Danie trailed off at the sight of her father. "What is he doing here?" she snapped, pointing at Snape.
"I was wondering the same thing." Snape said, glaring at his daughter.
"This is enough foolishness." Dumbledore said, looking at the two of them over his half moon spectacles. "I think it's time that you Eleanor, and whether you like it or not that is your name, forgive your father. And Severus, you are going to tell your daughter the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I will leave the two of you to work things out."
With that, Dumbledore stood up and walked out of the room, leaving the father-daughter duet glaring at each other stubbornly.