Chapter 2

"SAMANTHA SNAPE! Get down here this bloody instant!" Severus Snape yelled furiously up a staircase. He growled deeply, pacing within a hallway. A short skinny girl poked her head out behind a corner, her greasy strawberry blond hair falling to the side of her head. Her confidence clearly had grown after she had gone to sleep.

"Yes?" She asked, her hand twitching silently by her side. Her father turned sharply, throwing his hands in the air.

"How could you? How-" Severus stopped and cleared his voice then continued much calmer than before through clenched teeth. "Why in Merlin's name did you send an application so you could go to Hogwarts?"

Samantha gave a weak smile, her voice tight. Honestly Dad. I'm not three anymore. It's not like You-Know-Who is going to attack me. "I wanted to be with you, Dad. And besides, I'm officially eligible to go to school there, not in America. I'll have to wait another two years before I can go there."

"Do you how much infuriate me Sam? You know I teach there. Are you trying to get me fired?" He growled out, walking closer and closer to the poor girl. He yanked her head back as she flinched. Severus gave a horrid smile. "Scared, are you?"

She shook her head as much as she could within her father's grasps. Besides, doesn't Dad know that you can't send applications for Hogwarts? So does that mean that I got- yes it does! "Dad? Does this mean that I got accepted at Hogwarts? Where is my letter? Can I see it? When do we get to go to Diagon Ally? I want to get a cat. They are so … how do you put it? Clearly not adorable. Cats are definitely better than that. Maybe ca- "

"Shut up, Samantha," Severus sighed, letting go of his daughter's head and grabbing her wrist tightly. "You're not going to Hogwarts. I refuse. It's bad for your puny sized brain. It will just make it even more microscopic."

"But Dad!" She glared at the man in which he happily returned with a much more threatening one. "I really want to go! I hear Draco is going to Hogwarts. You were going to try to get Mr. Malfoy to marry me. I could try to get Draco to like me. It might just work. And I really want to start learning now. Please! Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty-"

"Stop babbling," He rubbed his temples, clearly think hard. He's caving in! Oh, this is too good. I can't wait to tell… oh wait. Mom isn't here. Samantha's thoughts decreased as her dad gruffly began speaking again. "You can go. Get ready. We're leaving for Diagon Ally for your stuff as soon as possible."

He let go of her arm leaving it paler than usual. Samantha grinned happily and kissed her father on the cheek, then ran up the stairs as quickly as possible.

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Samantha shyly grasped on to her father's arm as she hid back beneath his cloak as they left a building. So many people, yet again… I wonder why they're all here. Not all of these people are going to Hogwarts. That lady looked at me! Will she hurt me? The girl's thoughts came to an end as her father made a sharp turn into a small and dark shop.

"Sam, you can come out now," Severus frowned at his daughter. She peaked her head up from the cloth to see a man's face staring at her. She gave a small cry of terror and pulled the cloak over her head again.

"Bit of a shy gal, is she now, Snape?" A strange voice with an eastern accent filled the room. Severus nodded, pushing his daughter out of the cloak and to the man. "Ready to get your wand, now are you?"

Samantha blinked, muttering a quick yes.

"Good, good! Now, let me see your wand arm," The stranger smiled brightly and flicked his wand at a tape measurer. Samantha held out her left hand quietly. It made a springing noise and jumped into the air and proceeded to measure her arm. It finished, then gave a jerk and lost it's life, falling to the musty floor.

The man slipped into an isle of wands. Pointing out a few cases, he yanked out a long maple colored box. "Red oak wood, 12', a strand of hair from a unicorn's tail. Hold this."

Samantha took it from him and he yanked it back out.

"Maple, 9', Ashwinder Ash. Good for protection spells."

She grabbed the new wand that was held out in front of her.

"No, no, no. Willow, 13', Runespoor Fang. Best used for Dark Magic."

Again, Samantha took the wand. This time, he didn't take the wand from her hand. Severus gave a grunt, drawing a bag from his belt. He opened the drawstring and silver coins were visible. "How much do I owe you?"

"Two sickles and a Galleon," The shopkeeper held his hand out expectantly as Severus quickly handed him the money and grasped his daughter's shoulder. He dragged her out of the shop into the streets. She ducked under his cloak again and he began a different route to a new shop.

"Dad?" Samantha asked nervously. She had the cloak wrapped around her head so she could peek out. "Who's that?"

She pointed to a large figure, nearly two times the size of a boy standing beside him. The boy had messy black hair and grey clothing. He was looking around in amazement at all the shops. The tall and buff looking man was parting the crowded street. Her father's body went stiff.

"Listen to me Samantha," Severus commanded to his daughter sharply, glaring at the skimpy girl below him, "You are never to talk to them. Ever. They're bad news. If I even hear that you were communicating with him, I'll cast Crucio on you. Do you hear me?"

Samantha nodded and Severus smirked. I wonder who that is? Must be evil. Or else he must be really stupid, like me. I'll get even stupider, and Dad won't like that, Samantha though dully. Hopefully I won't see him at Hogwarts. Imagine what Dad will say! She shuttered.

"We're leaving now. Come," Her father's pace quickened as they walked into a shadow from a building. He held onto her arm and apparated away leaving Diagon Ally free of all Snapes.

Author's Notes: How was this? I was in a rush and started to write this chapter this morning. I'm really sorry if it wasn't as detailed as the last chapter, or if I didn't put enough of Samantha's thoughts. I tried to stop her from becoming a Mary Sue, although this may've helped her in that career choice. Pease review. They really do help us writers you know, even if they are flames (Though most people dislike flames). So please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please review!

As you may or may not know, none of these characters or places belong to me, except Samantha, but they do belong to J. K. Rowling. So go bother her while I take my twenty-four hour-long nap. They are quiet relaxing, thank you very much. .

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Hugs, scratches, and meows

-Lily