January 18 1971


She didn't come home.

It's been almost two weeks and she hasn't come home.

To be honest, I can't even blame her for leaving, but what I can do is blame her for not bringing me with her. I assume she's in the wizarding world she's told me stories of. When I was younger, I'd always ask her questions of what it was like there. The stories of magic, and places like Hogwarts always made me question why she would leave that behind for someone as awful as my father.

My mother is what she calls a 'pure blood' meaning that the Prince line has been untouched by Muggle DNA. Well that was until she was nineteen and pregnant with me. My mother's family disowned her when they found out she was pregnant by a Muggle. That Muggle was named Tobias Snape, who wasn't too thrilled about the unplanned pregnancy. My mother said Tobias was rather attractive back then, I still don't see how an attractive face can mask such a vile being.

He begrudgingly married her and did the bare minimum when it came to taking care of me. I remember asking my mother why she decided to keep me in the first place, apparently getting caught terminating a pregnancy gets you sent to a place called Azkaban, which is basically the wizarding world's version of Alcatraz.

Father isn't aware that mother and I are witches. After too many accidental magical outbursts as a toddler, she decided to help me control it. While Father was running The Web, mother was teaching me magic, and it didn't take long for me to excel. Father knew something was up after he raised a hand at her in front of me, and his beer bottle exploded in his hand. Mother was able to dismiss it as him being too intoxicated and just gripping the bottle to hard.

He did that a lot, came home intoxicated that is. He runs a joint called The Web, calling it a strip club would be generous considering all that goes on in there. Frankly, I think it's a miracle they haven't been shut down by the police. I've been able to sneak in and watch on multiple occasions, the way the men there were acting was deplorable. They were openly staring and grabbing at the women. These men were the ones in control, these girls needed money, and some of these men had plenty of it for them to earn.

Of course, it wasn't just money, but drugs too. The women that were looking to make quick money would just come and go, it was the ones with the addiction problems that stayed. Mother never liked any of the women that lived at The Web, she told me never to talk to them, that they were just Mudblood whores that have no issues ruining a marriage if it means they can get their fix.

Father would bring me there and have me color at the bar if mom couldn't watch me. The girls there were condescending to me at best. The ones who have been there a long time would always tell me how beautiful I'm getting, or how big I'm getting. I rolled my eyes at them, I would always be better than them. They will never have magic, they're stuck spreading their legs for men with more power than them. Soon I'll be out of this place and I'll be starting school at Hogwarts, somewhere I can finally fit in with people like me.

I got my letter about two weeks ago, the morning after, mom was gone. I suppose she figured I would be able to survive Tobias if I were only with him two months out of the year. None of our neighbors were shocked when they heard she left. They would frequently see her with large bruises and hear screams coming from our house.

Nine months, nine months, then I'm off to Hogwarts. I don't exactly fit in here at Cokeworth. The kids here don't like me, they're unintelligent and simpleminded. The adults aren't much better, I hear their whispers, they giggle and call me 'the spider from Spinners End' because of my fathers Web. Their children caught onto that and would torment me about it. I felt like a social pariah because of my fathers business. I was always 'that Snape girl' to them, never just Persephone.

I walked into The Web and sat at the bar, Linda, the bartender, made me an orange juice. Linda has been there a long time, she wasn't as dim-witted as the rest of the girls here. As I was drinking, I felt someone sit next to me.

"Is this seat taken?" A traditionally attractive man who looked to be in his fifties or sixties said.

Not wanting to be bothered, I rolled my eyes and moved to the table on the far left near the stairs. Mother told me not to waste my time interacting with muggles more than necessary. Their slow, foolish minds were below those with magical capability.

I could see the man going over to my father as he sat down across from him. I couldn't make out what they were discussing, but he made frequent glances at me. Father looked uncomfortable at first, I could see him pointing out some of the petite women to the man. Their conversation lasted several minutes and I lost interest until I felt my father grab my arm.

"This is Andrew. He is going to have a play date with you for the next hour."

I looked up, disgusted by what he was implying. "He seems a bit old to be having play dates father, or perhaps, he should be having them with people his own age."

At that I feel the back of my father's hand across my face. "Don't get smart with me, Persephone! If this man does not leave this place satisfied, I'll make sure you won't be attending that special school."

At that, my face went white. I knew I had no choice but to do what was asked. I scowled at my father as I grabbed the man's hand and led him upstairs to one of the private rooms and shut the door behind us.

"That is quite some attitude you gave your father, especially for the amount I had to pay him to get you."

I rolled my eyes, putting on a brave facade. "Let's just cut to the chase shall we? You're here to fuck my brains out right?"

Andrew was visibly taken aback. "No actually. I did not come here to, as you so delicately put it, fuck your brains out. How old are you Persephone? Your father is under the impression that you're a virgin, but your choice in wording has me questioning that."

"It's something I overhear the girls say frequently when they come downstairs. I don't think anyone could truly fuck my brains out, I'm too intelligent for that. And I'm eleven years old. And if you didn't pay my father to have sex with me, why are we here?"

He looked at me with a predatory hunger. "Well Persephone, you see, when a man reaches a certain age, parts of his body don't work anymore. But that doesn't mean that he can't enjoy seeing beautiful ladies writhe in pleasure. This is all for you Persephone, and if you're a good girl for me, I'll give you another eight hundred pounds that we won't tell your father about."

I was considering his offer, having my own money, and so much of it, was just too tempting to pass up. I looked up at him. "What would you like me to do?"

He smiled at me. "First come here so I can unbraid your hair, then I would like for you to strip for me."

I never really liked when people would touch my hair, I always had it in a plait down my back. But I decided I would tolerate it this one time. I walked over to him and he started to unbraid my hair.

"You're a beautiful girl Persephone, and you have such beautiful hair, I bet all the boys in school have crushes on you."

I glanced up at him. "The boys in my school are a bunch of cretinous imbeciles, I don't have a care in the world what thoughts they may have about me."

Andrew chuckled, "You know, for someone so young, you sure do use a lot of grown up words."

I beamed at that as he finished. Perhaps not all muggles were as vapid as I thought. Then he helped tug my sweater off and I stepped away nervously. At that, he took out the money and put it on the dresser next to the bed, reminding me what was on the line, and sat on the bed. "Just relax Persephone, I won't harm you."

I took my socks and shoes off and grabbed the hem of my dress. I decided to rip it off like a bandaid and remove it fast, exposing my kickers and almost flat chest.

He looked at me entranced and beckoned me over to the bed. "Will you please lay on the bed for me Persephone?"

I did as he asked and suddenly felt hands on me as he kissed me. I have never been kissed before.

His lips feel soft against mine, but solid. His hands ran up to my chest, playing with my nipples. I didn't know what to do with my hands, so I just held onto him.

Andrew started moving downward. I held my breath, trying to stop myself from trembling as he pulled down my kickers. It took me off guard when he lowered his face down to my most private area.

I felt his hands on my knees and he spread my legs. I then feel his tongue against me. I could only keep thinking that this is what pleasure is, it felt rather good.

He gazes up at me with a new look of determination upon hearing me moan. It starts with him sucking my clit, and I instinctively grab his head. I could feel his chuckle vibrating against me.

That's when I start to feel a pressure build up inside me. It wasn't long before he had me on the edge and toppling over.

He got up from the bed and looked down at me. "That wasn't so bad was it?"

I looked at him dazed. "That was it? That was all you wanted from me?"

He chuckled, "No catch. It was nice doing business with you, doll, hopefully I'll be seeing more of you before you go off to school."

He left and I quickly got dressed. As I left the room and went downstairs, a group of women that have been there a long time started cheering. My father was no where to be seen.

One of them, I believe her name is Stacy, said to me, "Looks like little Persephone Snape got her cherry popped!"

I scowled at her. "Hardly, as if I would let someone from these slums fuck my brains out. I'm still a virgin, I haven't debased myself in the manners you have."

She glared at me, "You're such a rude little girl Persephone. If he didn't pay your father that outrageous amount of money to use you like the little rag doll you are, what did you do up there?"

I glanced down at the floor. "Being a gentleman of his age, he was more interested in conversation."

A look of realization flashed across her face, "Oh! He was too old to get it up then? I know you two did more than talking, I can see the hickeys on your neck."

I stuttered indignantly, "Well it's still nothing like what you do! He pleasured me! Not the other way around! And he payed me for it! I was in control of the entire situation."

Stacy laughed, "You honestly believe that you were the one in control? This man was smarter than you, Persephone. He got exactly what he wanted from you. You act like your better than the rest of us, even when you just proved that you're willing to spread your legs willingly for the right price."

"That's not true! I-" My words stopped dead in their tracks. She was right. As I was about to continue talking, my father stepped inside and I went over to him. "I need to speak with you in the back, alone." He could tell by the look on my face, I would cause a scene if he didn't comply.

As we walked to the back, I was silently fuming. How could I let someone take advantage of me like that so willingly? I was frustrated with Andrew, frustrated with my father, and most of all, frustrated with myself.

I glared at him. "How could you attempt to whore your own daughter out?!"

He rolled his eyes at me. "I don't even see what the big deal is, he didn't even fuck you!"

"That's not the point! He would've if he could, and I never want to be put in a position like that ever again!"

He laughed at me. "Well Persephone, get used to it! You're a young woman and it'll only get worse from here. If you think men won't just take you, and take you violently if you resist one day, you've got another thing coming. One day you're going to meet a guy who thinks you're a little to pretty, it's better to appease him so you can maintain the littlest bit of control in that situation."

"But that's not fair!" I stomped my foot.

"It may have escaped your notice, but life isn't fair Persephone!"

"I hate you!" I yelled at him and ran home.

I don't want this life. I refuse to lie on my back for a man. I want power. I want to intimidate them. I don't want to appeal to men, I want them to fear me. I would become the antithesis of anything pretty and feminine.

I rushed through the front door and went in my room. I threw my dress off and put on the most shapeless clothing I had. As I looked in the bathroom mirror, another idea struck me.

I ran to the kitchen and grabbed a rusty old pair of scissors. I ran back to the bathroom and stared at my reflection with a determined look as I started to hack my hair off.

I stopped when it was short enough for me to get mistaken for a boy and I smirked, knowing how my father would react upon seeing me. I decided to walk to the playground, and a thought struck me on my way there, that looking like this has given me a new level of confidence in my appearance. It just felt right, I don't have to worry about anyone trying to take advantage of me now.