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I cried on the floor, shaking so much I must have looked like a wet dog. I didn't know how long I stayed there, on the hard cold floor but I knew it was well over an hour. After I got myself under control I stood. Scared that my mother would come back; this time with her wand. I limped and whimpered up the stairs and into the deserted hall way. I could see the house elves hop along the hall from broken leg or just being badly beaten from the horrid women I call mother.

I open my closet like bedroom to gather my things. My bedroom was literally a closet. My mother said I could get a big bedroom when I acted the ways of one who would cherish the Dark Lord. But I would never ever praise that monster. Never.

I quickly grabbed my reddish cloak, pulled it on with the hood covering my face and limp out the door. I didn't take anything with, although, I didn't have much to come with me to begin with, only dust bunnies and some really odd potion bottles but I didn't need them, didn't want them.

It wasn't the worst beating I had ever received but it was enough to make me want to leave. I had told her I wanted to go to Hogwarts this year since I had just turned eleven just right on the day of the dead line, talk about close encounter; I wanted to leave to get away from my mother and not come back till summer break, but of course the conversation didn't go according to plan. She didn't want me to go; saying as how she miss me (more like beating me). But she also implied that she wanted to teach me. She didn't want me learning the silly and childish basics of levitating or transfiguring; she wanted to teach me dark arts right away. That way I could be the youngest death eater. I told her (choosing my words carefully) that I wanted to learn about potions and meet new people like me. I really didn't want to meet anyone or learn about potions, I just need an excuse to leave. I did want to learn though. I was excited to read the books in the huge library, be the top of the class and even more explore, find secret passageways and maybe just maybe find the "one".

But after I refused to stay and let her teach me she began to say (after a few choice words at me) how much of a great Slytherin I would make; then I said the wrong thing. 'What if I don't become a Slytherin', she hit me so hard I fell out of my chair. I made my way down the stairs and to the fire place. I had never met my father before but hopefully he'll be nicer than my mother. I've been told I'm too nice by many house elves. Let's hope I get it from him. I drop the powder as I yelled my destination.

I flew out of the fire place and into a library, no a study. I dusted the powder off quickly as I winced a little. I had hit my hip and landed on my chest when I flew out.

"Who are you?" A dark deep voice asked scaring me half to death.

I sucked in a deep breath. This was it. Time for me to face my father for the first time in my eleven years.

I pulled down the hood of my cloak slowly saying,

"My name is Selena Lily Snape and I'm your daughter."

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