Disclaimer: Don't own a thing. (though I do wish I could get my hands on Sev…)
A/N: Yes, this is an EXTREMELY short chapter, and it might be confusing. But I promise to smooth things out for you, and there will definitely be longer chapters. I just wanted to get the chapter up. Tell me what you think of it! Greatly appreciated!
"Did you hear? That evil thing living on Invictus Hill had a love child!"
"I most certainly did hear it - from Bill! You know, the young lad who works at the Clippers. Well, only yesterday he was telling me how he saw some young thing come out of that mysterious carriage we all saw make way for that sinful hill about a year ago. Remember that? He said she didn't look any older then seventeen, and when she knocked on the door, Edgar his wicked self answered it! Usually he has one of those house elves answer it for him."
"Now how do you know He'd done that?"
"You know how Bill is! Always snooping around. But anyway, he says that Child Girl is probably the mother of that wee thing that was pulled from the house this morning."
"Well, if they was smart they'd drown the pathetic thing and save us all from another Snape, that's what they should do!"
"Oh, hush, Marge. You never know where that man's at! That man has spies hiding in the bushes, I'm willing to bet."
"Oh, come off it Nancy. Besides, we're in your own home! So tell me, who was that man who came for the babe?"
"I think it's one of Snape's brothers. Looked just like him, so Bill says. I think the child was a boy too, sad thing."
"One of Snape's brother's, eh? Merlin, I still can't believe it! Edgar Snape having children! - with a Child no less! Hmm… I wonder what happened to that girl."
"I heard they kept the Child in a dungeon after Edgar found out she wasn't pureblood, and that a house elf had to deliver the babe!"
"Now how on earth does Bill know that? I'm starting to think Bill has his spies!"
"Never mind that! The fact of the matter is that Edgar is now missing along with that Child, and their babe went to his brother! Nothing good can come of this, Marge. Edgar is an evil man. He missing is scary. I won't be able to sleep until that mad man is found and put away!"
"He's not going to come in here to kill little old you, Nance! He barely ever came out of that mansion. I say good riddance! Nobody needs people like that in a neighborhood with children and women running about trying to live normal lives. I say, forget about the Snape's and their bastard child and get on with our lives! Let's just hope that pathetic babe dies in it's sleep. I still say we are better off without the Snapes! Or any offspring they might whip up. Just forget about them!"
Nancy shook her head sadly. "I'm telling you. We have not heard the end of it. That babe is now in the hands of another Snape who is probably ten times worse then Edgar himself. We will hear of him again."
"We'll see," Marge snipped, picking up her tea cup from the patio watching the rain pour heavily down upon the streets of the small town.
The date was Sunday July 31st.
Severus Snape was born.