My Father's Only Rule || DRACO MALFOY X SNAPE'S DAUGHTER

Prologue

May 26th, 1994, Summer Before Fourth Year

"Your mum is gone. You're going to live with your dad."

I should have been upset, but I wasn't. I always knew it was a matter of time before my mum left. And when she finally did, I learned many things that made me glad she was gone. I only have good memories of her for the first ten years or so of my life. But when I turned eleven, she started acting strange, and so did I. I started having superhuman intuition. I always knew when something was going to happen. I had this weird ability to read people perfectly. And for some reason, she did whatever she could to keep me away from the mailbox.

As I got older, she couldn't really bring herself to look at me much. She had a bright face with green eyes and beautiful blonde hair. And I looked nothing like her. I had dark brown hair, and a sense of confident dignity in my features. She loved to smile, and I've always been quick on my feet with my dry humor. We're not the same. I'll never forget the day I came home from school to find people dressed in cloaks with a note from my mother.

Grace,

Your father's name is Severus Snape. He doesn't know about you. Snape is the last name on your birth certificate.

That was it. Not "Goodbye my darling daughter." All she did was confess her sins: Not telling my father he had a daughter for 14 years. And she had lied to me about my last name. I had never given thought to who my dad was. It didn't bother me when I was little, because why focus on your lost father when you had a mother as wonderful as mine? And as I got older, it didn't bother me because I had more important things to worry about. But now I had to live with him. Now I had to change my life. Along with my mother's run-away note, was a letter from the men in strange cloaks. It was dated my eleventh birthday.

Dear Miss Snape,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"You're a witch, Grace," they told me. Now that's a plot twist. Your mum leaves, you're sent to live with your dad who doesn't know about you, and you're a witch.

They explained that my mum had contacted the ministry right before she disappeared, and explained who I was. They said she didn't know what to do with me, and hopefully, my dad would. Only took her 14 years to figure it out. I stayed in a crappy hotel, learning about my new world, while my dad, a Hogwarts professor, finished his school year. So my mum left me, and my dad couldn't even leave work for a few days to meet me. Again, I should have been upset, but I wasn't.

The minister escorted me into Cokeworth, a miserable little town in the countryside. A far cry from London. We walked along the cobblestone path to get to my dad's house. When he opened the door, I had to do a double take, and he did the same. Undeniably, this was my father. From the dark hair to the composure. No wonder my mum couldn't stand to look at me.

"Grace?" he asked. No shit. Who else?

"Dad?" I responded sarcastically. There was a certain energy radiating around us. I could sense it. I liked him. I had his presence. I had his confidence. We were kindred spirits, and the minister was ruining the vibe.

"Well I'll leave you here then," he said. "Good luck at Hogwarts, Grace."

My dad stared at me for a little bit.

"So is my room out here?" I asked sarcastically. He was surprised at me, and he chuckled without even smiling. He only raised an eyebrow.

"Upstairs," he said, moving aside. I walked in, locking eyes with him. "Let me get that for you," he said. And with a wave of his wand, my bags rose off the ground and took themselves to my room. I looked at him. It was the first time I had ever seen real magic. I followed my bags to my room.