Snape's Daughter

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CRACK! A figure appeared out of nowhere onto a marshy bog, dragging what looked like a trunk behind her. Upon a closer look, this figure was a girl and had green eyes that sparkled, although they weren't right now. Her hair was thin and a dark dark brown, and she had a sort of under - fed look about her. 

She waded through the marsh, heaving the trunk behind her and clambered onto the grass, sobs echoing through the quiet. She could see lights in the distance, her destination: The Burrow. Her breath was ragged as she begged her legs to keep going, keep walking. She knew that she was in trouble, but she couldn't go back. She kept thinking of what had just happened before she apparated here.

She had felt sick that evening and had gone to the bathroom. That's when she felt it, something inside her. Inclined to know the truth, she had reached for one of the pregnancy tests she kept hidden under a stack of magazines, and she took it.

Positive. That's what the test had said. And the test doesn't lie.

She remembered the fear inside her and had crept back to her bedroom and grabbed her belongings, careful not to make a noise. And then, just like that, she disapparated and arrived here, hopeful that she could get some help.

She was embarrassed to know herself. Adria Lily Snape, the girl who got pregnant at 15. 15! In other circumstances, she would have laughed and thought it ridiculous. But now... it was no laughing matter. She was 15, wait, no, 14! Her birthday was on the 30th of August, a whole week away, and she was pregnant.

Adria took a few last steps before collapsing, only several metres away from the front door. Her hands were freezing. Would they know she was out here? Her wand lay a few inches from her fingertips from where she had dropped it. She tried to reach it but failed. She was paralysed with cold and fear. Her best hope was to shout, but her throat was dry.

But only minutes later, another CRACK sounded, and a splash could be heard from the marsh she had just waded through. Angry and yet happy sounds were coming closer. Maybe whoever it was could help her? Adria moved her head a fraction of an inch to see who was coming, but she couldn't see. She had no clue to who was outside with her. Not until a familiar voice was right behind her.

"Adria?"

She opened her mouth and let out a hoarse, "Harry?" and felt herself being rolled over. Her eyes were blurry, and it was too dark, but she could make out his glasses and his messy dark hair. 

"Are you ok? What happened? Why are you here?" These questions were asked as he pulled her up and put an arm under hers. She couldn't answer him, her throat was too dry she needed - 

" - water." She rasped as he used his other hand to pick up her trunk. "Water, please." Harry helped her to the door and knocked. A familiar figure bustled to the door, and she was greeted by the old but gentle Mrs Weasley, with her red flyaway hair and her hand knitted cardigan.

"Harry dear! I wasn't expecting you, I -" She stopped, taking in the scene. "Adria?" Mrs Weasley gasped, ushering forward to help Harry, "What are you doing here? Are you alright? Quick, come inside."

She helped Adria inside and thanked Harry before sitting them both down at the crooked table.

"Is everything alright, Adria?" Mrs Weasley asked, after getting her a glass of water. Adria shook her head, tears glistening on her cheeks.

"Fred," she whispered, "Is Fred here?" She felt numb, she needed him, she needed to tell him what had happened. Her heart broke when Mrs Weasley shook her head.

"Sorry dear, he and George are over at their shop, but you can go see them tomorrow. Right now, I want you and Harry to go and get some sleep. I believe Fred and George's old room is empty. Sleep tight." She added as they began up the stairs.