Trinity: I do not own Harry Potter. Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. After re-reading what I had written in the past, I decided to rewrite parts of this story. Most of it is the same, there are just some minor changes here and there. I guess that's all for now. Enjoy!
"MOM!! I DON'T WANT TO MOVE!!" sixteen year old Storm Snape shouted at her mother.
"Storm Tempest Snape! Do NOT raise your voice with me! You have been expelled from Excalibur and the only reason Hogwarts has accepted you is because you father is a professor there." Sandra Snape told her daughter. She took a drink of her beer. She was already drunk and in a bad mood. Not a good combination. "And personally, I'll be glad when you're gone. Now go pack. You're leaving tomorrow morning."
Storm looked down and stood up, "Fine." Storm knew better than to make her mom mad when she was drunk. She had the scars and bruises to prove it.
"Another year at Hogwarts." Harry Potter smiled. He and his two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, had just gotten off the Hogwarts Express.
"Let's just hope that we don't have another run-in with you-know-who." Hermione remarked.
"Hermione," Ron whined. "Now you've jinxed us." Hermione smiled and kissed his cheek. They had been dating since the beginning of the summer.
The trio entered on e of the horseless carriages. "Woah." Harry murmured. There was a girl with dark brown almost black eyes with silver rimmed glasses, shoulder length black hair with white highlights, and was dressed in plain black robes.
"Who's that?" Ron whispered.
"I don't know." Harry whispered back. "I've never seen her before."
Hermione tapped the stranger on her shoulder. "Hi! I'm Hermione Granger."
The girl turned away from the window. The other three cringed; the girl reminded them of their Potions Master, Professor Snape. "My name's Storm. Storm Snape."
"It can't be true. It just can't." Harry mumbled, looking at Storm standing with the first years.
"She's related to Snape?" Ginny asked, laying her head on Harry's shoulder and looking in Storm's direction.
"Maybe. Maybe not. It might be a coincidence that they have the same last name." Ron quickly said.
"Oh come on Ron." Hermione looked at her boyfriend. "Snape is not a common name."
Ron was about to retort when Professor McGonagall walked to the front of the hall. "Before we begin sorting first years, we're going to sort a very special student." Immediately the hall was filled with whispers. "Storm Snape, please come up here." The whispers stopped almost as fast as they had begun. Storm made her way from the back of the hall to the front, gave a quick smile to her dad, and sat on the stool. McGonagall placed the hat on her head.
"How interesting." the Sorting Hat said in Storm's mind. "Another Snape. You've dealt with much in your young years. Very brave, very brave indeed. The perfect place for you would be Gryffindor. And yet, there is something more powerful. Your parentage. I think it better be…SLYTHERIN!" It yelled the house out loud for everyone to hear. The Slytherin table stood up and cheered. Storm smiled at her dad when she sat at her table. To everyone's surprise, Professor Snape smiled back.
Storm was staring at her plate, not very hungry, when she felt someone sit down next to her. She looked up and was met with a pair of gry eyes. She raised one eyebrow. "Can I help you?" she asked.
He smiled. "Yes. I wanted to introduce myself. I'm Draco Malfoy."
Storm looked up at him. He was unlike anyone she had ever seen. He had beautiful blond hair that fell into his eyes, making him look innocent, and his skin looked so smooth and soft. She smiled and said softly, "You can stop trying to suck up to my dad now."
Pansy Parkinson came up and stood across the table. "You're Storm right? Professor Snape's daughter?"
"Gee, what gave it away?" Storm asked, "The fact that I look like him or the fact that we have the same last name? Cause Snape is such a common name and all."
Malfoy looked at Storm with admiration. "You're a feisty little thing, aren't you."
"I pride myself on my feistiness." she smiled. Pansy huffed and walked off. "You better follow your girlfriend."
Malfoy sighed. "I guess." He stood and extended his hand. "See ya around."
Storm shook it. "See ya."