Chapter 7

Dinner was as uncomfortable and silent, as it always was. Amara was still shaken from the other day when Ron had told her that Draco was a Death Eater. She had not talked to any of her friends since then. She wasn't mad at them, she just had not talked to any of them.

Snape broke the silence.

"Amara?" He questioned silkily.

She had a book in her lap and was reading in between bites.

"Mmm?"

"I heard you… you and Draco… were at the dance together," he said. "And… that you and Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, and that despicable Granger-," his lip curled upward with disdain.

"They're my friends," she interrupted, putting her book down on the table.

Snape sniffed. "Very well. But, as your father, I must say that Potter is really not a suitable choice for a friend, and that Weasley scum. And Granger! Don't get me started on that little mudblood."

"As my father?" Amara said incredulously. "As my father? You are NOT my father. Fathers are supposed to be nice. Fathers are supposed to care, or at least pretend to." Words spewed out of Amara, bubbling up like a dirty fountain.

"And I have to inform you that it is NONE OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS who I dance with or which people I hang out with. NONE OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS," she said in her coldest, hardest voice. Tears streamed down her face, but she chose to ignore them. Her heart was cracking but she chose to ignore it.

Snape attempted to say something but Amara kept talking.

"You didn't care for the first sixteen years of my life – why start now?" And suddenly she broke down. She wept and wept, burying her face in her hands.

Snape reached out a hand as if to stroke her hair; as if to comfort his only daughter.

Amara rebuffed it violently, pushing his arm away from her.

"I'm not done," she said. "Why did you have to go? Why did you have to leave? Why? You broke my heart, and Mum's too. And then she died, and you didn't care! What the fuck is wrong with you?" she demanded angrily. "And then you come in here, and-"

"I did care," Snape began quietly.

"Whatever. I'm off." Amara drew herself up from the table and walked away slowly, like a queen, leaving her father sitting at the table dumbstruck.

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