His doe, father's lioness(Severus Snape love story)

Apologises

~Snape's POV~

I honestly couldn't understand how Albus made this mistake, he says it's a mistake but I think it's more than just a mistake.

'Why is it necessary for me to come along'? I asked, annoyed.

'I just may need some assistance.

For what?

We stopped at the house and he knocked on the door. A kind-looking woman opened it, she had a bright smile on her face.

'It's good to see you again, Alyson', Albus greeted.

'You too, Albus, come in please, my husband is not home yet'.

She stepped aside to let us in and then closed the door.

'Can I get you, two gentlemen, anything'?

'No, we're fine for the moment, dear, I've come to speak about (y/n) attending Hogwarts'.

'Oh, of course, Bambi, come down here, there are some people I want you to meet'. I rolled my eyes at the nickname.

'Coming mother'! A joyful, soft voice called back from up the stairs.

~Your POV~

I've been upstairs painting when the voice of my mother called me. My father didn't really like the idea that I painted but he's out with some friends, probably getting drunk. I put my paintbrush down and ran down the stairs, jumping to skip the last two.

'Hello (y/n)'.

I froze when I saw the two men. The man wearing all black scared me the most. He reminded me of my father, the way he looked at me.

'Aren't you going to answer him'? My mother asked.

I still haven't answered the older man. I shook my head a little and stepped closer to her.

'Your not afraid, are you'? She asked and moved away so I wasn't hidden by her.

I looked at her and shook my head again, my eyes darting from my mother to the man wearing black.

'Well, go head'

My mother gently pulled me in front of her and pushed me forward. I looked at both men and looked back at my mother.

'Go on, say hello'.

I swallowed and looked down at my shoes, turning back to the two men.

'Hello', I finally answered. I heard a cheerful chuckle so I looked up.

'Hello dear, I'm Professor Albus Dumbledore and this is Professor Severus Snape'.

'He reminds me of father, mama', I whispered to her.

'Don't worry, I'm sure he's not like him', she whispered back.

My mother leads the men to our living room. I stood behind the armchair where my mother sat.

'I see you like painting', the man I knew as Dumbledore said. I nodded.

'Bambi loves painting', my mother added. I grew hot from embarrassment from the use of my middle name.

'I'm sure she does, what I've come to speak with you about is you attending Hogwarts and I apologize for the late invitation, how old are you now, dear'?

'Just turned 13 in January, sir', I replied.

'I hope you don't mind being a first-year when starting'.

'I don't mind, I am glad to start at Hogwarts anyway'. I heard the front door close, telling me that my father was home.

He came into the living room and saw the two men so he put in his facade. My hands were shaking, I knew that I was already in trouble for painting.