"It's your choice Severus: Have Y/n marry a fellow death eater or tell Y/n the truth about her family."
For as long as I could remember Severus Snape was my father. And I loved being a Snape. It's summer break, but I'm spending it entirely at the Ma...
"It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live." - Albus Dumbledore
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"Colloportus!"
As soon as the meeting ended, I quickly made a run straight to my chambers.
Plopping myself on the bed, I bury my face in the satin bed sheet and I let my tears run free. I hear my fa-Severus knocking on my door seconds after. He eventually leaves, but I'm not left alone as I'm bombarded by the voices of Pansy and the boys.
"Are you ok Y/n?"
"Y/n/n, We're here for you."
"Do you need anything?"
"Open up Y/n."
I didn't care who was at the door. I didn't have enough strength to talk or even face anyone.
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An entire day has passed. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner is done. I can't remember when I fell asleep, but I turn my head to look at the clock — 23:50. I force myself out of bed and head to the bathroom.
As the water from the shower hits my skin, I feel all the dark and heavy emotions wash away. Although I slowly start to calm down a bit, the thoughts don't stop. Stepping out, I wrap myself in a towel and put on a matching pair of comfy pajamas and white socks.
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While I finish drying my hair, I start to recall the events of that dreadful evening.
For starters, Draco and I are going to be in an arranged marriage?! I truly don't know how to feel about that. After all, only Pansy has ever known that once upon a time, I had a crush on him. I however pushed those feelings aside real quick once I kept hearing stories about Draco being with numerous girls.
Secondly, and obviously surprising news, by blood, I'm a Sayre — not a Snape. What in Salazar! As the gears in my head continue to turn, it clicks as I start to realize something.
Sayre... Why does that name sound familiar?
I'm no longer angry or sad. Disappointed? Maybe. Curious? Big yes.
I look at the clock — 1:15. I didn't feel an ounce of drowsiness and I didn't feel like going to bed. All I want right now is to get some bloody information.
I swiftly grab a candle lamp, put on my night robe, and silently open the door. Looking right and left down the corridors, I make sure there's no one as I quietly but quickly head straight to the library. Hoping that I can find some answers there.
