"Dad? Dad? Are you in here? I couldn't find you at breakfast and," I started as I ran into my father's office and saw him with a letter in his hand.
I recognized the crest on the envelope sitting on the desk it was the crest of the Slighter family.
"Why are you writing her?" I asked as I stood at the desk.
"It's complicated," He said.
"No, it's not. Why are you writing her? Better question why is she writing you?" I asked.
He took a deep breath, much like him, I didn't give up when I wanted answers that was a mix of being his daughter and growing up around the Malfoy's who always got what they wanted so I picked up that habit from Draco.
"Samantha come here and sit down, we need to talk." He said.
"You aren't sending me there with her for the holidays are you?" I said as tears formed in my eyes.
"Absolutely not dear. She wrote me about the Gaunt curse and I wrote back after you told me about your problems." He said.
I watched him as he struggled to find the right words.
"You see Sam, you are a firstborn Gaunt which means you got some curse passed on to you. Once you turn 12, which you have, the magic begins to get stronger as you mentioned the other day." He said.
"You brushed it off you said it was normal!" I yelled as my emotions began to get the better of me and the office began to shake.
My father looked around the office and gently placed his hand on my arm.
"Sam, I need you to calm down," He said.
I took a deep breath and calmed down a bit.
"That is an example of what the magic inside you is, that and the burning things. You have to stay calm you can't lose yourself in your emotions. The Parselmouth thing is also part of it." He said.
"What else?" I asked.
"You know as much as I do," He said.
"Who else is a firstborn Gaunt and knows these things?" I asked.
He looked at me with pleading eyes almost begging me to take the question back.
"Who else is a firstborn Gaunt?" I yelled as fire shot out of my hand and hit his desk.
He calmly put the small fire out and took a deep breath.
"Your mother," He said.
"Sofia is not my mother, I don't have a mother! Other than her who else?" I asked.
"Voldemort," He said.
"I'm ... I'm related to Voldemort?" I asked.
"Yes, he's your mom... I'm sorry Sofia's cousin." He said.
I shook my head.
"I'm sorry Sam," He said.
"Thank you for telling me. I have classes to get to, I'll see you later." I said as I placed a kiss on my father's cheek before turning and leaving his office.
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For the Love of Malfoy
FanfictionSamantha Renee Snape is Severus Snape's only daughter. Samantha has spent several years from the age of two until the age of eight she spent in her father's office at Hogwarts with him and then when she was eight she started staying with her best fr...
