Chapter 16

I headed back to the castle, tired already of the people at Hogwarts. I didn't feel like heading back to my dorm so I decided to have a little fun with daddy dearest. 'Pay backs a bitch.' I thought as I reached the door to his room. I made myself tear up then knocked on the door. By the time Snape opened the door I had worked myself up really good. When he opened the door I thought he was going to slam it in my face.

I let out a wail and throw myself at Snape knocking him back a few steps. I clung to his robes tightly, crying. He tried to push me off but I wouldn't, I just strengthened my grip. He was- frightened. It seemed his whole body stiffened and he didn't touch me, as if I were a disease. This was gonna be great.

I felt him sigh and close the door. Then he walked over to the couch and with strength I wasn't expecting pushed me off of him. I curled up into a ball and started to sniffle. I watched as Snape went over to the hidden liquor cabinet in the wall and poured himself a glass of firewhiskey. If he had already resorted to drinking after that he'd be ready to off himself by the time I was done.

He sat down in a chair across from the couch and drank deeply. 'That's right daddy, your gonna need that.' I hid my smirk by letting out a loud sob. I saw his body tense and knew it was time to step it up a notch. I got up quickly and jumped into his lap curling up around him. He stiffened instantly sitting up board straight.

"Why do you hate me?" I cried.

"I- I don't ha- hate you." Snape stuttered. Inside I laughed evilly.

"Then why are you so mean to me?"

"I am not mean to you, I just expect more from you." my eyebrows furred in confusion.

"Why?"

"Because Miss. Longbottom, you're my daughter."

I felt as though something was clamped around my heart. Suddenly I felt like a horrible person. I had never felt that way before. I felt guilty for doing that to my father. I clung to his robes tighter and my tears became real.

"Daddy." I whispered into his robes.

He seemed to break. He wrapped his arms around me and held me. I'd never felt so... comforted in my entire life. I wished we could've stayed like that forever. I couldn't remember being held like this before. A knock broke the moment.

"What?" Snape growled, getting up to go to the door.

Dumbledore greeted us. "We have a problem."

"Do we?"

"Yes. Fudge took Morgan to Azkaban."

I jumped up quickly and stood behind my dad, hand resting on his arm.

"What do you mean? Why?"

They both ignored me and continued to talk.

"Well I can't say we weren't expecting it." Snape said in his usual demeanor.

"I just don't believe that Morgan could do something like that. Why would she kill Olivia, why would she tell Bellatrix where Harry was?"

"WHAT??" I demanded. "She killed someone named Olivia?" I tried not to connect the two, but the more I thought about it the more it made sense. She looked familiar, she had blonde hair...

Snape and Dumbledore were oblivious to my revelation. "Don't try to rationalize the way a Death Eater thinks." Snape replied.

Dumbledore shook his head. " I thought she cared about Harry... a lot. More than she believed herself capable of."

I was becoming livid. How could someone I believed to be my friend betray me? Be a murderer? Kill my mother?? She better be thankful she's in azkaban because if I found her I would torture her to death. I wanted nothing less than revenge right now. I moved from my dad's side. I would just have to bide my time and wait for the perfect time to strike. Neither Dumbledore or my father noticed the evil grin crossing my face.