Valencia Snape is introduced to Hogwarts in her fourth year with a certain purpose before her. She finds herself making some very hard, life-threatening decisions based off love. But, what if this purpose is something set in stone that you have no c...
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The next morning, Val began preparing by taking a nice shower. She did her hair and her makeup so she looked nice and presentable. She wasn't nervous to meet Ron's parents and brother, she was rather excited. She'd always heard such good things about the Weasleys. If they were anything like Ron, which she was sure they were, she knew they were going to be kind and very enjoyable people to be around.
She got dressed in sage green, summery midi-dress, examining herself in the mirror from all different angles as she spun around. She wasn't at all used to seeing herself in such bright colors. She was always wearing all black or nude colors. She liked it, though. It was a flowery printed dress with a semi-sweetheart neckline with ruffled off-the-shoulder straps. She decided to wear it, pairing it with her classic black, open-toed black heels. She fastened on all her jewelry, packed an overnight bag, and headed downstairs.
"You look nice." Severus commented as he looked up at his daughter over his book. "Where are you going?"
"The Weasleys." She shrugged.
"Ah, I didn't realize that was today." He glanced over at their calendar. Sure enough, it was written there in big letters. She was clearly excited. "Well, make sure you make your destination clear when using the Floo Network."
"I will." She nodded.
"Be careful, and if anything happens, you know what to do." He gave her a look, and she shook her head at him.
"Voldemort isn't going to get me." She rolled her eyes at his overprotectiveness.
"Don't say his name." He scolded her, and she just shrugged.
"I'm not afraid of him like you are."
"What has gotten into you?" He asked, and she glanced over at him. He was wearing a hurt expression. She sighed out.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I know how awful of a wizard he is. I shouldn't speak about him so lightly when he's taken so many lives." She paused. "Like hers."
"Who?"
"The woman you're in love with." She replied, and he blinked at her a few times. "I think I deserve to know about her, Dad. I'm nineteen. I should know about the woman who holds my father's heart. I want to know about her."
"That's a story for another time." He stood from his comfortable armchair, walking over to the fireplace and grabbing the Floo powder.
"You're just avoiding telling me." She eyed him, then began to mock his dark voice. "We can't keep everything bottled up inside. That's not healthy."
"Stop using my words against me. That's not allowed." He cracked a smile at her, and she grinned. She loved when she got him to smile, which wasn't nearly as hard for her as it was for others. Still, it made her glad. She really didn't know how much he loved her.
