Chapter 1 : Mya Rose Snape
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And all of those stories have something else in common. They have their climax for a couple of chapters, in movies a couple of minutes.
It's no like that for me, I've been in my climax for years, 6 years really, ever since I met Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley on the Hogwarts Express.
So here I am now, the summer before seventh year, sitting in front of my parents who are both crying and not telling me a thing. All I know is that this will be a life changing moment.
And that's just great, a rising action in the climax of my life, another one.
"Hermione dear, you know that we will always love you no matter what. And.....and-John I can't do this." My mom was crying, no crying was putting it lightly, my mom was hysterical.
My brain was working in overdrive, mom and dad crying, them telling me that they will always love me and that all added to one thing.....
"Hermione, we're not your real birth parents." My "father" cut off my thought.
I, Hermione Jane Granger was in fact not Hermione Jane Granger. I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream and break things.
"Not my real parents? Why-why didn't you tell me? Who are my real parents? What's my real name?" My voice broke in every question, even though a part of me expected it, it still hurt all the same.
"No, we're not your real parents. We couldn't tell you because it has always been dangerous and to tell you the truth you birth father is a bit intimidating. I'm not sure who your mother is, all I was told is your real name." My dad took this all rather calmly, I would've thought he didn't care if it wasn't for the fact that he was crying.
"What's my real name?" I was whispering, I almost didn't hear the question.
"Sweetie, your real name is Mya Rose Snape."
As soon as I heard the name my head snapped up. "Mya Rose Snape. As in Snape? As in Professor Severus SNAPE?" I was all but yelling in their faces. I felt horrible, Snape, out of all the men in the world I just had to be related to the one who enjoys watching kids squirm?
Both my parents looked at each other and then at me, confusion laced with all the details on their faces.
"Professor? Sweetie, did you just say Proffessor Severus Snape?" My mother was really confused, probably because I told them near nothing of the wizarding world, I was afraid they wouldn't let me go back because of the war. Severus Snape was in none of the things I shared with them because he was practically Voldemorts right hand man and he definitely was Dumbledore's.
I took in a deep breathe of air and swallowed. "Yes, yes mom I did. Professor Snape is the Potions master at Hogwarts." And he's a total prick, I added silently.
"Well then, this makes things all the easier. I thought that we were going to have to do this big introduction, but you knowing him really takes a load off. He's coming over for dinner tonight." My mom looked incredibly happier. This did not take a load off, in fact it added a whole bunch of problems to the load.
"Do you know what time exaclty mom? I'd like to be ready." Take a deep breath Hermione, in , out, in , out.
And that's when I couldn't take it anymore, I burst out laughing, I could remeber all the times I talked back to him, insulted him behind his back, and pictured drowning him in his own cauldron. And I did this to the man who was now my father.
"Umm....in about half an hour, are you okay?"
I nodded my head and tried to stop laughing. "I'm......fine.....mom, really.....better then fine, I'm.....great..."
"How about you go get ready?" My dad shook his head and chuckled.
All I could do was nod again and head up the stairs. I think I've gone insane.
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I took a deep breath and looked in the mirror. My hair was down, in loose waves, still bushy as ever.
I was wearing a deep purple sun dress, that hugged my body and then loosened up around my knees, ending just underneath them. I had on no make-up and silver flip-flops.
All in all I looked casual yet very dressy. Congratualtions to me.
I was calm, I looked nice and I think that I am ready to meet my birth father. Everything was going to be fine. I kept telling myself that, almost had myself convinced, and then the doorbell rang.
He was here.
"Hermione, dear, can you get the door? My hands are full." My mom called me from the main floor.
I was definitely not ready for this. "Sure thing mom."
I hopped down the stairs, taking two at a time.
Then I saw the door, the small piece of wood that blocked me from the man who was now known as my father.
Here goes nothing.
I opened the door and stared at him, not the impression I wanted to make, but I couldn't help myself. Snape was wearing muggle clothes. Jeans and a button up shirt to be exact.
"Professor." I nodded my head at him, my voice took on its icy tone that it always had when I addressed him. I'd have to work on that.
He raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Miss Granger. Am I going to be allowed inside?"
I scoweled and let him in. This was going to be bad, an utter disaster.
Thank Merlin my mom walked in and saved me from an akward silence.
"Severus, nice to see you. Why don't you take a seat and talk with Hermione, I'm sure you to have some catching up to do."
Thanks a bunch mom, really appreciate it.
We both sat on opposite couches and stared at each other, falling into an uncomfortable silence. I have no idea how long we were like that before I couldn't take it any more.
"So, how long have you known?" I titlted my head to the side, waiting for an answer, well really, I was waiting for someone to scream you've been punked and show me the camera.
"Known that you were actually my daughter?"
I nodded my head.
"Since the end of your sixth year. I've had my guesses, but Dumbledore confirmed them about two weeks ago."
"Who's my mother? And why isn't she with you?"
"She was a muggle. And the Death Eaters killed her shortly after you were born. I really don't like to talk about it."
Alright so, I know that Snape has known about me for nearly a month and he the past about my mother hurts him. There was really only one question I had left.
"Why did you give me up?" My voice broke a little at the end, and tears quickly gathered in my eyes. I held them back, he really didn't need to see me cry.
"I didn't. At the age of one you began showing signs of magic and that is extremely differrent, most children show their first signs of magic at the age of five and up. But you were different, showing magic so young meant that you were really powerful, full of magic. Voldemort saw you as a threat and ordered you to be killed. Fortunately for me, Lucious was the one he sent, and you were merely taken away and given up for adoption." He was trying to remain unemotional, but I could see the sadness in his eyes as he told the story.
"Why didn't Lucious kill me?"
"Lucious is a good man, he only acts under the Dark Lord to save his family. And yes, Dumbledore knows about his predicament. Lucious is almost like a spy for the order, only Dumbledore, myself and know you are aware of that. So please keep it to yourself."
I nodded and asked one final question.
"Why don't I look a thing like you?" I had a feeling that it was just a glamour charm, and it would either wear off or he could take it off. And if that was the case, I would rather he take it off.
"Glamour charm. Would you like me to take it off?"
I stood up and walked over to him, taking in his appearence as he looked for his wand.
He was about 6 feet, give or take a few inches. He was muscular. His hair was shoulder length and still a silky black colour, it wasn't greasy. And it looks like he finally found his wand.
Snape quickly but lightly tapped the top of my head with his wand and stepped back.
Everything strated to change, it all grew higher up, which was definitely odd. I noticed my hair grow longer and change colour, it was now black.
Snape was staring at me, a small smile playing his lips, it seemed so natural to him.
"Uhm.....Professor, can you conjure a mirror up for me please?"
He nodded his head and conjured up a full length mirror, I honestly didn't know what to say.
I saw my own reflection, how I really looked like. I had waist long, wavy, black-as-midnight hair. My skin was paler, the same colour as Professor Snape's. My chest was now between a large C and a small D. My stomache had flattened and I had more curves. None of these changes bothered me, infact I rather enjoyed them all. What did bother me was how I went from an amazing heght of 5'6" to a rather small 5'.
"Professor?" I shook my head, even my voice changed. "Please tell me that the height thing is just a side affect of the Glamour." I had to look up to see his face, this really sucked.
He chuckled, "I'm afraid not Miss Granger, your mother was pretty short as well. You have her eyes, you know."
I whipped around to the mirror and looked at my eyes, they weren't the ugly brown anymore, but instead they were an ice blue colour, framed by thick lashes.
I looked amazing and I had my mothers eyes.
But I was still only 5 feet tall.
"Mya, Severus, dinner is ready." My head snapped away from the mirror as my new name had been called.
My mom walked into the room, her eyes found me and she smiled. "You look a lot like your father Mya." And with that she walked out of the living room, waiting for us to follow her into the kitchen.
A/N Thanks for reading! I know a lot of people don't like the whole Hermione is adopted thing, but it is necessary for the story. Dumbledore is alive, Sirius is alive and Voldemort will still be in the story. It will only get better from here....I promise.
R&R Any type of reviews are welcomed.
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