Chapter 2
The touch of the cold, rough, rock floor awoke her. She was on the floor of a large Castle-like Manor, Hermione could tell. The ancient paintings and tapestries were sinister. Somehow, a gust of wind found itself rushing past Hermione. She shivered.
' Leigha?! Where's Leigha!?' panic grew inside her. She was alone with that bastard!
Those thoughts soon faded when Hermione heard a snore. She whirled around to face a painting. It was a portrait. A family, to be exact. It was a portrait of a dark haired man, his wife and six young children, two of which were babies, twins. One of them in its mother's arms, the other in its father's. The children's hair were alternate colours, the tallest one had dark hair, the second one had light brown hair and so on. Of the six children, the tallest two were boys and then came a girl, the last two were boys. The babies, Hermione could not make out whether it was a girl or a boy. They were all snoring gently in their sleep.
She examined the portrait carefully, taking note of the artists flaws, there were hardly any though. The painting was perfect. Something she had alwaysed wished for. A family. A home. What she had was a house. Not a home. A home was somewhere where people loved you and treated you like a human, not an unclean animal.
That man, the father, the one holding the baby, seemed ever so familar. She had seen him before. She racked her mind for names but to no avail. Was it possible that it was Voldemort himself?' No, it can't be,' she thought to herself.
She thought of her neighbours then Hogwarts students. No, none of them. Why she was so eager to find out who this person was, she did not know. She thought of the Professors next. Ruling out all the female professors, even though that man had shoulder length hair, she went on to the male professors. Which Professor was married?
She seriously did not know.
She went back to the Professors. Professor Flitwick, no. Professor Binns, no. Professor Dumbledore, no. Professor Snape, " Oh my God," she whispered to herself.
Hermione had to get out of there. She was in Professor Snape's house! How she got there, she had no idea. " Oh no. Oh no. Oh no," she muttered to herself, over and over again. Trying to think of ways to get out of there. She was frantic. She was trespassing, it was not like she never trespassed before but this was too extreme. Snape was on the light side but it did not stop him from being sinister.
She walked quickly down the hallway. ' Now would be a good time to have a drink or two,' she thought as she hurrid towards the light. Her body longed for alchohal, it was starting to ache. The hallway was getting brighter as she walked further into it. She was so determined of getting out, she was not aware of the dinning room she almost walked past. She was about to step out of the shadows when realisation finally hit her. She gasped and quickly pulled her leg back into the shadows.
Apparently, someone heard her. The sound of a chair sliding against the floor was heard. She was just about to turn and run when- ' BOOM', she crashed into a house-elf carrying a tray of red wine. She landed with a loud ' thump ' on her back. She felt her wounds start to bleed again. Her eyes were shut tightly, she was trying not to make anymore noise but she was sure the people of the house had already discovered her, thanks to the house-elves unstoppable apologies. " It's OK, really. It's alright," she hissed at the terrified house-elf. Hurried footsteps were approaching her, she scrambled to her feet and backed up against the wall. It sounded like an army of men coming to execute her. Hermione held her breath and hid in the shadows. She was a little too late though, a teenage girl screamed.
" There it is! " her voice filled the whole hallway. " In the shadows! The shadows!" she screamed again, as five other men turned towards her. She gasped.
Four men, the ones from the portrait, and another, white silver-blond hair, which reminded Hermione of Draco Malfoy, walked cautiously towards her. Leaving two young ladies behind, one of which was holding a baby. Their fiery eyes full of rage, curiousity and caution. The Draco Malfoy look-alike made her feel dirty. The same effect Malfoy, himself had on her. She crossed her arms so that her hands were at her forearms and she squeezed it. She pinched it so hard, it felt like her skin was going to rip off.
She moved further into the shadows, not making any noise. They followed her, slowly making their way, as if they were skilled ninjas. Suddenly, she hit against something. Something flat, like a wall but it was not as hard. A baby's wail filled the hallway. Hermione gasped, turning around to see what it was, she tripped over her own feet, just as she closed her eyes to prepare for the pain that was to come, she felt a strong pair of hands pull her back up. She gasped again, freeing herself from that person's hold, trying to find and escape. Unfortunately for Hermione, the other four men had already surrounded her. The two young ladies were approaching her as well. She knew she was trapped. She turned around to see what it was that frightened the hell out of her. It was a portrait of a baby in the arms of its mother. The same people she saw in the family portrait. The mother was now trying to hush the baby, singing it a melody. The lady's voice, so pleasant, it sounded ever so familiar. Her breath was starting to get heavy...
The babies were crying, it was the middle of the night. A lady and her husband rushed into the room, to see to their childrens needs.
" It's alright, Severus," the brown-haired lady told the man.
" Are you sure?" the man asked back.
" Positive, darling. I can manage," the lady replied. He gave her a peck on the lips and retreated to bed.
" Hush Bye Bye
Don't you cry
Go to sleepy little Baby
When you wake you shall have
All the pretty little horses.
Hush Bye Bye
Don't you cry
Go to sleepy little Baby
When you wake you shall have
All the pretty little horses.
Blacks, and bays, dapples, and grays
All the pretty little horses
Blacks, and bays, dapples, and grays
Coach and six a little horses
Hush bye bye. Don't you cry
Go to sleepy little baby
When you wake you have sweet cake
And all the pretty little horses
A brown, and gray, black, and bay
And a coach and six, little horses
A black, and bay, brown, and gray
And a coach and six, little horses.
Hush you bye, don't you cry
Oh, you pretty little baby
Go to sleepy little baby
Oh you pretty little baby," she sang to the baby, who was now fast asleep.
The baby had now quietened down and Hermione stopped her heavy breathing. That scene, it was so familiar. She stared at the others who were surrounding her, wide-eyed. What had just happened?
Just then, the tallest of the lot, excluding the sliver-blond haired one, stepped up to her. " Remove yourself from the shadows and step into the light, face us," he said angrily.
She did not want to anger him any further, so in much hesistation, she stepped into the light. The girls gasped as if in shock. While the men just stood, eyes pounding their way through her skin. They all eyed her suspiciously.
" Erm," Hermione squeeked, she had not really expected her voice to come out like that. They waited for her to speak somemore but she said nothing. " Well, what have you got to say for yourself," the second tallest one said, taking a large step towards her, grasping her neck. Hermione gasped and struggled but his grip was too tight. What was she to do now?
Her eyes searched frantically around the room, trying to find someone who would try to help her but they were digusted and cold towards her. Come to think of it, she did not mind dying. ' But what about Leigha?,' she thought and she carried on fighting, kicking, scratching and struggling but he was far to strong for her.
" Put her down, please," the older of the two ladies said, calmly.
" Why should I? How can this be her? She's dead," the man replied.
" Didn't you just hear her? Can't you see her? She looks just like her!" she exclaimed. The Draco Malfoy look-alike then put his arms around her to calm her down. Hermione heard all this with her eyes closed, not even bothering to draw breath. She could feel his grasp loosen and she fell to the ground with a ' thump'.
Just then, a short, round lady came in, followed by Professor Snape. " EEEK!" the plump lady screeched upon seeing Hermione on the floor. Hermione opened her eyes just in time to see this. " Professor! I really didn't mean to show up here. Seriously! I just...I just...a-appeared here. First I was at home and then now I'm here," Hermione quickly blurted out to him before he could say anything.
" It is her, then," the short lady suddenly said, eyes gleamming with happiness.
" It is....," Snape replied, looking at Hermione.
" Sorry Professor but may I know what's going on? " she asked. It was not like she wanted to go home or anything, please no, she just wanted to know what was going on. Hermione's back still stung and she was tempted to sit down as soon as possible.
" Daddy? Is it really her? Well, it is our birthday and she looks exactly like Mummy and she is obviously magical folk because she calls you ' Professor'," the teenage girl asked. Hermione thought it was funny, she was just like her, answering her own questions. ' Snape has a family? What's going on?!?' she thought.
" Er, Miss Granger, I suggest you join us in the living, where we will talk," he said, making his way to the living room, the rest followed closely behind. Hermione followed, puzzled.
The entered the ' living', the black velvet sofa's and the dim light made it feel ' home-y'. They all took their seats infront of the fireplace, some on the sofas', some on the floor. There were not enough seat's for all. Hermione was left standing. The teenage girl sat on the floor,next to her father, her arms resting on his lap and her head resting on her arms. The older lady was sitting comfortably, leaning against the silvery-blond man's chest on one of the sofas'. The baby's cot was just next to it. The others were either on the sofas' or on the floor. They all looked at Hermione.
" Miss Granger," Professor Snape started. " I believe I should tell you why you are here," he continued. " Please do not interrupt until I am finished, you can ask all your quesitons then," he said. Hermione nodded, silently.
" Fifteen years ago, a baby girl was taken from this household. No one knew how or why but there was a note that came with that girl's disappearance. It said that if the girl did not return on her birthday by the time she was sixteen, you could consider her dead." he told her as he passed her the note.
"That girl was, infact, my daughter. Every year, until my wife died, which was 8 years ago, we would wait. On hers and her sisters birthday we would wait until midnight as well as hold her party for Nikki over there," he said pointing to the teenage girl.
"The whole family would gather and wait, but she never came. My wife, Emmaleigh, only wished for her to return before her sixteenth birthday but she did not make it until then. After her death, we gave up. Miss Granger, you are my daughter," Professore Snape said.
Hermione was speechless. She was the daughter of Severus and Emmaleigh Snape. The daughter of Hogwart's Most Feared Teacher, after Proffesor Umbridge, of course. Did this mean that she would have to move out of the house, move away from her 'father'?
What was she supposed to do?
The whole audience was looking at her, waiting for her reaction.
" Really?" she squeaked. Severus Snape nodded his head.
" What am I going to do now?" she asked.
" Well, you can either live here or go back to that house. I'd like it if you stayed here though," he said, giving her a sad smile.
She thought about it. She definately did not want to go back there.
" Could I stay here?" she asked, softly.
" Of course," he replied, his face visibly brightened. " Now, we have to discuss your name, you see, you were registered twice in the Wizarding World. Once as your real name and the other as Hermione Granger," he told her. " Which one would you choose?" he asked.
" What's my real name?" she asked, brows starting to furrow.
" Fayre Agatha Emmalynn Noelle Giselle Ebony Snape," he told her. How in the world was he able to memorise all those names?
" Oh," she said stupidly. " I think I'll pick that one but it will take time for me to get used to that name though, er, I suggest you call me Mya or Mione, or something like that," she continued.
" Alright then," Snape said, smiling warmly at her. This was just to unreal. Professor Snape smiling?
She felt akward, she was the only one standing in that room. And it was just like he was reading her mind. " Please sit down, Mya " the oldest looking one said. She sat. Her legs weren't sore, she had ran from her 'father' many times, through the Granger-house. She had become unbelievably fast somehow. She thought of all the training.
" Erm...who are all of them?" she asked him, looking around. She knew it sounded rude but how else was she to ask?
The others stood up.
" This is Nicola Adreanne Loreal Arwen Emmaleigha Goewin Snape, your twin," he told her, pointing to the teenage girl who smiled at her.
" I have a twin?" she said looking at the pretty girl. She was indeed beautiful, Hermione envied her. ' Why do I have to be the ugly duckling?,' she thought.
" That is Lisel Mirabelle Blythe Ellamanda Alejandria Ethele Snape-Malfoy, your older sister by 6 years," he said, pointing to the lady wrapped around her husband's arms. She was very elegant as well.
" That is Zacharias Malfoy and his son, my grandson, Maddox Malfoy, and yes, he is Draco's brother" he told her pointing to the silvery-blond haired man and the baby in the cot.
" This is my eldest son, your brother, Artos," he said, beaming proudly at the tallest man. Artos came around to Hermione, and put is hand on her shoulder in a protective manner. It made her feel safer, as if she was really welcomed to this family. She just hoped he didn't touch her wounds.
" This is your second brother, Medraut," he told her, once again, beaming proudly.
" These are your other two brothers, Eli and Lleu," he said, pointing to each of them.
" Oh," she said, trying her best to remember their names. She had so many siblings and she expected to get along with all of them. They were not going to know about her other life. No, none of them were going to. Not even Harry and Ron. No.
" Mya, there is something more to all this...you aren't seventeen. You're sixteen infact. Apparently, the Headmaster wanted to put you in a year early, the Grangers thinking you were a year older than your actual age and all," he told her, his face showing void of expression. How was he able to do that?
" Oh, it's fine. No wonder I didn't get my perio-," she stopped when she realised what she was going to say. Her audience chuckled.
" It's quite alright, Mya. Nikki complains about it all the time," Eli told her, rubbing his temples.
" Hey!," Nicola protested.
So this is how it all started.
No one knew cold Professor Snape had a family. Never knew he could love. She had so many questions running through her head but she decided to leave it for the next day.
They stood up and Fayre followed. Severus walked over to her. " My dear daughter, you have finally come back," he whispered into her ear as he hugged her. This made Hermione feel somewhat welcomed, conforted.
Artos showed her to the guest room, she was to sleep there until her wing was fixed. It was a large room, her things had been brought here as well. She found her wand next to her bed. " Goodnight, sis ," Artos told her before leaving the room.
Taking of her blood-stained shirt, she went to take a warm bath. Blood stained the water, her raw wounds had not healed yet. She made another promise to herself : She would not allow anyone to find out what happened to her at 'home' but now, she needed to get Leigha out of the hell-hole, if it was the last thing she did.
Changing into another black ensemble she sneaked out of the window, hoping to find the main gates. Ah! She saw it once she was down in the gardens, it was about five hundred metres away. She broke into a run, eager to get Leigha back. She looked at her wristwatch, eleven forty-five, she had two hours to get there and get Leigha out before that ass came back.
She ran down the muggle street after running out of Diagon Alley, wandless. It was very dangerous for a teenage lass to be running out at this time of night but Hermione had done more dangerous stunts that this one. She had been hurt more than other teenage girls her age. She had been raped once, when her father's friend came over for some drinks and got carried away. The most hurtful part was that her father just watched and laughed as his friend carried on with the assult. After that, her father just punched her stomache trying to make sure she didn't get pregnant. The worst part was, no one knew about this. No one that care, to be precise. She was scared for life.
Finally, she reached the house. She climbed up the window and into her small room. There she was, Leigha was there still sleeping. Everything was in place.
" Wake up My little Dragon...," Hermione whispered into her ear.
" Hm...?" was the reply Hermione got from that small being.
" Wake up...we're moving to a nice house," Hermione continued.
" Ok," Leigha replied, rubbing her eyes and falling back to sleep. She was still very tired. It wasn't healthy for a four-year-old girl to be up this late. Hermione packed her things, wand and CDs and all. Then she heard a thumping sound coming up the stairs. ' Shit!' she thought, her fath- Granger was home. She quickened her pace and with her duffle bag and Leigha in her arms, she jumped down the window and ran.
Under the dark sky, moonlight being their only source of light, they escaped.
She reached the Snape-manor, it was incredibly big. She followed the same route she took out, to enter her room and lightly placed Leigha on her king-sized bed. She washed up and then she smiled, a genuine one. One that she had not shown since the summer before at camp. There was a new life for her and even though it was with Professor Snape, she felt as if she was brought back to life. For the first time in two months, she felt into a peaceful sleep. No more dreams about her father's friends coming to rape her in the middle of the night. No more whippings and no more bloodshed. It was all going to end tonight. But there was a bad side in all of this, her secret. She would fight to keep it.
The touch of the cold, rough, rock floor awoke her. She was on the floor of a large Castle-like Manor, Hermione could tell. The ancient paintings and tapestries were sinister. Somehow, a gust of wind found itself rushing past Hermione. She shivered.
' Leigha?! Where's Leigha!?' panic grew inside her. She was alone with that bastard!
Those thoughts soon faded when Hermione heard a snore. She whirled around to face a painting. It was a portrait. A family, to be exact. It was a portrait of a dark haired man, his wife and six young children, two of which were babies, twins. One of them in its mother's arms, the other in its father's. The children's hair were alternate colours, the tallest one had dark hair, the second one had light brown hair and so on. Of the six children, the tallest two were boys and then came a girl, the last two were boys. The babies, Hermione could not make out whether it was a girl or a boy. They were all snoring gently in their sleep.
She examined the portrait carefully, taking note of the artists flaws, there were hardly any though. The painting was perfect. Something she had alwaysed wished for. A family. A home. What she had was a house. Not a home. A home was somewhere where people loved you and treated you like a human, not an unclean animal.
That man, the father, the one holding the baby, seemed ever so familar. She had seen him before. She racked her mind for names but to no avail. Was it possible that it was Voldemort himself?' No, it can't be,' she thought to herself.
She thought of her neighbours then Hogwarts students. No, none of them. Why she was so eager to find out who this person was, she did not know. She thought of the Professors next. Ruling out all the female professors, even though that man had shoulder length hair, she went on to the male professors. Which Professor was married?
She seriously did not know.
She went back to the Professors. Professor Flitwick, no. Professor Binns, no. Professor Dumbledore, no. Professor Snape, " Oh my God," she whispered to herself.
Hermione had to get out of there. She was in Professor Snape's house! How she got there, she had no idea. " Oh no. Oh no. Oh no," she muttered to herself, over and over again. Trying to think of ways to get out of there. She was frantic. She was trespassing, it was not like she never trespassed before but this was too extreme. Snape was on the light side but it did not stop him from being sinister.
She walked quickly down the hallway. ' Now would be a good time to have a drink or two,' she thought as she hurrid towards the light. Her body longed for alchohal, it was starting to ache. The hallway was getting brighter as she walked further into it. She was so determined of getting out, she was not aware of the dinning room she almost walked past. She was about to step out of the shadows when realisation finally hit her. She gasped and quickly pulled her leg back into the shadows.
Apparently, someone heard her. The sound of a chair sliding against the floor was heard. She was just about to turn and run when- ' BOOM', she crashed into a house-elf carrying a tray of red wine. She landed with a loud ' thump ' on her back. She felt her wounds start to bleed again. Her eyes were shut tightly, she was trying not to make anymore noise but she was sure the people of the house had already discovered her, thanks to the house-elves unstoppable apologies. " It's OK, really. It's alright," she hissed at the terrified house-elf. Hurried footsteps were approaching her, she scrambled to her feet and backed up against the wall. It sounded like an army of men coming to execute her. Hermione held her breath and hid in the shadows. She was a little too late though, a teenage girl screamed.
" There it is! " her voice filled the whole hallway. " In the shadows! The shadows!" she screamed again, as five other men turned towards her. She gasped.
Four men, the ones from the portrait, and another, white silver-blond hair, which reminded Hermione of Draco Malfoy, walked cautiously towards her. Leaving two young ladies behind, one of which was holding a baby. Their fiery eyes full of rage, curiousity and caution. The Draco Malfoy look-alike made her feel dirty. The same effect Malfoy, himself had on her. She crossed her arms so that her hands were at her forearms and she squeezed it. She pinched it so hard, it felt like her skin was going to rip off.
She moved further into the shadows, not making any noise. They followed her, slowly making their way, as if they were skilled ninjas. Suddenly, she hit against something. Something flat, like a wall but it was not as hard. A baby's wail filled the hallway. Hermione gasped, turning around to see what it was, she tripped over her own feet, just as she closed her eyes to prepare for the pain that was to come, she felt a strong pair of hands pull her back up. She gasped again, freeing herself from that person's hold, trying to find and escape. Unfortunately for Hermione, the other four men had already surrounded her. The two young ladies were approaching her as well. She knew she was trapped. She turned around to see what it was that frightened the hell out of her. It was a portrait of a baby in the arms of its mother. The same people she saw in the family portrait. The mother was now trying to hush the baby, singing it a melody. The lady's voice, so pleasant, it sounded ever so familiar. Her breath was starting to get heavy...
The babies were crying, it was the middle of the night. A lady and her husband rushed into the room, to see to their childrens needs.
" It's alright, Severus," the brown-haired lady told the man.
" Are you sure?" the man asked back.
" Positive, darling. I can manage," the lady replied. He gave her a peck on the lips and retreated to bed.
" Hush Bye Bye
Don't you cry
Go to sleepy little Baby
When you wake you shall have
All the pretty little horses.
Hush Bye Bye
Don't you cry
Go to sleepy little Baby
When you wake you shall have
All the pretty little horses.
Blacks, and bays, dapples, and grays
All the pretty little horses
Blacks, and bays, dapples, and grays
Coach and six a little horses
Hush bye bye. Don't you cry
Go to sleepy little baby
When you wake you have sweet cake
And all the pretty little horses
A brown, and gray, black, and bay
And a coach and six, little horses
A black, and bay, brown, and gray
And a coach and six, little horses.
Hush you bye, don't you cry
Oh, you pretty little baby
Go to sleepy little baby
Oh you pretty little baby," she sang to the baby, who was now fast asleep.
The baby had now quietened down and Hermione stopped her heavy breathing. That scene, it was so familiar. She stared at the others who were surrounding her, wide-eyed. What had just happened?
Just then, the tallest of the lot, excluding the sliver-blond haired one, stepped up to her. " Remove yourself from the shadows and step into the light, face us," he said angrily.
She did not want to anger him any further, so in much hesistation, she stepped into the light. The girls gasped as if in shock. While the men just stood, eyes pounding their way through her skin. They all eyed her suspiciously.
" Erm," Hermione squeeked, she had not really expected her voice to come out like that. They waited for her to speak somemore but she said nothing. " Well, what have you got to say for yourself," the second tallest one said, taking a large step towards her, grasping her neck. Hermione gasped and struggled but his grip was too tight. What was she to do now?
Her eyes searched frantically around the room, trying to find someone who would try to help her but they were digusted and cold towards her. Come to think of it, she did not mind dying. ' But what about Leigha?,' she thought and she carried on fighting, kicking, scratching and struggling but he was far to strong for her.
" Put her down, please," the older of the two ladies said, calmly.
" Why should I? How can this be her? She's dead," the man replied.
" Didn't you just hear her? Can't you see her? She looks just like her!" she exclaimed. The Draco Malfoy look-alike then put his arms around her to calm her down. Hermione heard all this with her eyes closed, not even bothering to draw breath. She could feel his grasp loosen and she fell to the ground with a ' thump'.
Just then, a short, round lady came in, followed by Professor Snape. " EEEK!" the plump lady screeched upon seeing Hermione on the floor. Hermione opened her eyes just in time to see this. " Professor! I really didn't mean to show up here. Seriously! I just...I just...a-appeared here. First I was at home and then now I'm here," Hermione quickly blurted out to him before he could say anything.
" It is her, then," the short lady suddenly said, eyes gleamming with happiness.
" It is....," Snape replied, looking at Hermione.
" Sorry Professor but may I know what's going on? " she asked. It was not like she wanted to go home or anything, please no, she just wanted to know what was going on. Hermione's back still stung and she was tempted to sit down as soon as possible.
" Daddy? Is it really her? Well, it is our birthday and she looks exactly like Mummy and she is obviously magical folk because she calls you ' Professor'," the teenage girl asked. Hermione thought it was funny, she was just like her, answering her own questions. ' Snape has a family? What's going on?!?' she thought.
" Er, Miss Granger, I suggest you join us in the living, where we will talk," he said, making his way to the living room, the rest followed closely behind. Hermione followed, puzzled.
The entered the ' living', the black velvet sofa's and the dim light made it feel ' home-y'. They all took their seats infront of the fireplace, some on the sofas', some on the floor. There were not enough seat's for all. Hermione was left standing. The teenage girl sat on the floor,next to her father, her arms resting on his lap and her head resting on her arms. The older lady was sitting comfortably, leaning against the silvery-blond man's chest on one of the sofas'. The baby's cot was just next to it. The others were either on the sofas' or on the floor. They all looked at Hermione.
" Miss Granger," Professor Snape started. " I believe I should tell you why you are here," he continued. " Please do not interrupt until I am finished, you can ask all your quesitons then," he said. Hermione nodded, silently.
" Fifteen years ago, a baby girl was taken from this household. No one knew how or why but there was a note that came with that girl's disappearance. It said that if the girl did not return on her birthday by the time she was sixteen, you could consider her dead." he told her as he passed her the note.
"That girl was, infact, my daughter. Every year, until my wife died, which was 8 years ago, we would wait. On hers and her sisters birthday we would wait until midnight as well as hold her party for Nikki over there," he said pointing to the teenage girl.
"The whole family would gather and wait, but she never came. My wife, Emmaleigh, only wished for her to return before her sixteenth birthday but she did not make it until then. After her death, we gave up. Miss Granger, you are my daughter," Professore Snape said.
Hermione was speechless. She was the daughter of Severus and Emmaleigh Snape. The daughter of Hogwart's Most Feared Teacher, after Proffesor Umbridge, of course. Did this mean that she would have to move out of the house, move away from her 'father'?
What was she supposed to do?
The whole audience was looking at her, waiting for her reaction.
" Really?" she squeaked. Severus Snape nodded his head.
" What am I going to do now?" she asked.
" Well, you can either live here or go back to that house. I'd like it if you stayed here though," he said, giving her a sad smile.
She thought about it. She definately did not want to go back there.
" Could I stay here?" she asked, softly.
" Of course," he replied, his face visibly brightened. " Now, we have to discuss your name, you see, you were registered twice in the Wizarding World. Once as your real name and the other as Hermione Granger," he told her. " Which one would you choose?" he asked.
" What's my real name?" she asked, brows starting to furrow.
" Fayre Agatha Emmalynn Noelle Giselle Ebony Snape," he told her. How in the world was he able to memorise all those names?
" Oh," she said stupidly. " I think I'll pick that one but it will take time for me to get used to that name though, er, I suggest you call me Mya or Mione, or something like that," she continued.
" Alright then," Snape said, smiling warmly at her. This was just to unreal. Professor Snape smiling?
She felt akward, she was the only one standing in that room. And it was just like he was reading her mind. " Please sit down, Mya " the oldest looking one said. She sat. Her legs weren't sore, she had ran from her 'father' many times, through the Granger-house. She had become unbelievably fast somehow. She thought of all the training.
" Erm...who are all of them?" she asked him, looking around. She knew it sounded rude but how else was she to ask?
The others stood up.
" This is Nicola Adreanne Loreal Arwen Emmaleigha Goewin Snape, your twin," he told her, pointing to the teenage girl who smiled at her.
" I have a twin?" she said looking at the pretty girl. She was indeed beautiful, Hermione envied her. ' Why do I have to be the ugly duckling?,' she thought.
" That is Lisel Mirabelle Blythe Ellamanda Alejandria Ethele Snape-Malfoy, your older sister by 6 years," he said, pointing to the lady wrapped around her husband's arms. She was very elegant as well.
" That is Zacharias Malfoy and his son, my grandson, Maddox Malfoy, and yes, he is Draco's brother" he told her pointing to the silvery-blond haired man and the baby in the cot.
" This is my eldest son, your brother, Artos," he said, beaming proudly at the tallest man. Artos came around to Hermione, and put is hand on her shoulder in a protective manner. It made her feel safer, as if she was really welcomed to this family. She just hoped he didn't touch her wounds.
" This is your second brother, Medraut," he told her, once again, beaming proudly.
" These are your other two brothers, Eli and Lleu," he said, pointing to each of them.
" Oh," she said, trying her best to remember their names. She had so many siblings and she expected to get along with all of them. They were not going to know about her other life. No, none of them were going to. Not even Harry and Ron. No.
" Mya, there is something more to all this...you aren't seventeen. You're sixteen infact. Apparently, the Headmaster wanted to put you in a year early, the Grangers thinking you were a year older than your actual age and all," he told her, his face showing void of expression. How was he able to do that?
" Oh, it's fine. No wonder I didn't get my perio-," she stopped when she realised what she was going to say. Her audience chuckled.
" It's quite alright, Mya. Nikki complains about it all the time," Eli told her, rubbing his temples.
" Hey!," Nicola protested.
So this is how it all started.
No one knew cold Professor Snape had a family. Never knew he could love. She had so many questions running through her head but she decided to leave it for the next day.
They stood up and Fayre followed. Severus walked over to her. " My dear daughter, you have finally come back," he whispered into her ear as he hugged her. This made Hermione feel somewhat welcomed, conforted.
Artos showed her to the guest room, she was to sleep there until her wing was fixed. It was a large room, her things had been brought here as well. She found her wand next to her bed. " Goodnight, sis ," Artos told her before leaving the room.
Taking of her blood-stained shirt, she went to take a warm bath. Blood stained the water, her raw wounds had not healed yet. She made another promise to herself : She would not allow anyone to find out what happened to her at 'home' but now, she needed to get Leigha out of the hell-hole, if it was the last thing she did.
Changing into another black ensemble she sneaked out of the window, hoping to find the main gates. Ah! She saw it once she was down in the gardens, it was about five hundred metres away. She broke into a run, eager to get Leigha back. She looked at her wristwatch, eleven forty-five, she had two hours to get there and get Leigha out before that ass came back.
She ran down the muggle street after running out of Diagon Alley, wandless. It was very dangerous for a teenage lass to be running out at this time of night but Hermione had done more dangerous stunts that this one. She had been hurt more than other teenage girls her age. She had been raped once, when her father's friend came over for some drinks and got carried away. The most hurtful part was that her father just watched and laughed as his friend carried on with the assult. After that, her father just punched her stomache trying to make sure she didn't get pregnant. The worst part was, no one knew about this. No one that care, to be precise. She was scared for life.
Finally, she reached the house. She climbed up the window and into her small room. There she was, Leigha was there still sleeping. Everything was in place.
" Wake up My little Dragon...," Hermione whispered into her ear.
" Hm...?" was the reply Hermione got from that small being.
" Wake up...we're moving to a nice house," Hermione continued.
" Ok," Leigha replied, rubbing her eyes and falling back to sleep. She was still very tired. It wasn't healthy for a four-year-old girl to be up this late. Hermione packed her things, wand and CDs and all. Then she heard a thumping sound coming up the stairs. ' Shit!' she thought, her fath- Granger was home. She quickened her pace and with her duffle bag and Leigha in her arms, she jumped down the window and ran.
Under the dark sky, moonlight being their only source of light, they escaped.
She reached the Snape-manor, it was incredibly big. She followed the same route she took out, to enter her room and lightly placed Leigha on her king-sized bed. She washed up and then she smiled, a genuine one. One that she had not shown since the summer before at camp. There was a new life for her and even though it was with Professor Snape, she felt as if she was brought back to life. For the first time in two months, she felt into a peaceful sleep. No more dreams about her father's friends coming to rape her in the middle of the night. No more whippings and no more bloodshed. It was all going to end tonight. But there was a bad side in all of this, her secret. She would fight to keep it.