Clarissa Snape [incomplete]

one

"Get off you slug," I growled at Draco who decided I'd be a good chair. I sat in the Slytherin common room, reading a book on the Dark Arts when the infamous brat sat on me.

In reality, I was good friends with Draco. We hung out a lot and I liked hanging around with him, but I was reading.

Why on earth would I want to interact with other living beings?

That's the thing... I wouldn't.

Draco sighed and jumped off me, leaving me to my reading again.

I read for what seemed like almost two hours with out any interruptions until Draco returned to the common room to inform me that it was time for dinner, which I had been most grateful for. I was starved.

We walked together in comfortable silence and sat at the Slytherin table.

I ate my mealy peacefully and listened to Draco rant on and on about the one and only, Harry Potter.

I was almost positive Draco had a little crush on poor Potter. Draco talked about him so much it seemed like he had a school girl—or school boy—crush on him.

"What do you have against Harry?" I asked him out of the blue. Draco glared and gave me the 'you weren't listening?' look that a wife ranting about the bitch at her job would give her husband who was staring blankly at the television, watching American Football as he nodded on occasion to give the illusion he was listening.

I shrank in my seat and mumbled, "Sorry." He just turned away and continued to rant to Pansy. She was interested in everything he had to say. I sometimes wondered if she kept photos of him on the wall by her bed, or maybe even on the ceiling of her four-poster. She gave the impression of an obsessed fangirl.

Again, I was good friends with Pansy, but my creep-o-meter went up a bit when she was around.

I averted my gaze to the staff table and made eye contact with my father. I swallowed the chicken that I had been slowly chewing on  and make a face at him; I crossed one eye and stuck my tongue out. Father just rolled his eyes and went back to his meal with a ghost of a smile playing at his lips.

I smiled to myself and piled more rice onto my plate.

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Later that night, I laid awake in bed, thinking.

I'm a very boring person.

Well, let me re-phrase that. My personality is out-going and fun, my past is pretty boring.

The only interesting part of it was when my dad walked out on my mom. I still haven't forgiven him for that.

I was around the age four when he did. They would constantly fight over the stupidest things and one day, I decided to interfere.

Stupid idea really. If it wasn't for me, they'd still be together.

I was hungry and wanted a small snack. My mother was an extremely good witch with the heart of a lion, but she just happened to make one tiny mistake that made my father leave.

When I tugged on her dress, she turned and slapped me hard on the face. I stumbled back and hit my head on the coffee table and burst into tears.

I guarantee you that she didn't mean it. She just turned quickly and didn't think she would hit me but my father blew it out of proportion. He packed his bags and left with me on his hip.

I still visited my mother over the summer and sometimes Christmas holidays. We had a grand relationship too. I loved both my parents to pieces but wished they were still together so we could be one big, happy family. Like we were in the first few years of my life.

For my looks, I managed to snag my mother's beautiful blonde hair and facial features whilst I got my father's dark brown eyes. Mine were lighter than his though. He had eyes so dark, they almost seemed black. My mother had gorgeous green eyes that I sometimes wish I had gotten but was happy with what I had at the end of the day.

Anyways, I laid in bed thinking, like I said before. I also said that I had an uninteresting past and that's true. Besides that small scene at age four, I grew up like any other normal witch would. My father and I got along very well and still do. We didn't live by very many children my age in our neighborhood, so, naturally, he became my best friend —and still is. Sure, he is dark and mean, but when you know him for fourteen years, he does warm up to you. Being his only daughter helps also.

Before he walked out on mother, he was happy and had a big heart. The after effect wasn't the same. He became gloomy and grumpy. When I was five or six, I would make angry faces at him when he was in a mood and It made him laugh which was all I wanted; for him to be happy and smiley like his old self.

I also know he is an ex-death eater but that's another story for another time.

Before I knew it, the sun was shining through the window. Of course, I didn't mean to stay up all night. In fact, usually I fell asleep the minute my head hit the pillow. I shrugged it off and got dressed. It was Sunday and we didn't have classes, so I pulled on a black jumper with jeans and my trainers. I sat in the common room till breakfast and continued the book I started last night on the dark arts.

I don't know why, but they fascinated me. I had no plans to use any of the dark spells on anyone, but I couldn't help but be interested.

"Are you coming?" Draco asked, pulling on his grey jumper and tying his shoe.

I nodded and slid the book in my secret hiding place between two bricks by the fire place.

"You look tired," Draco commented as I shoved a piece of my waffle into my mouth.

I nodded and gulped down some Pumpkin juice before responding.

"I didn't sleep last night."

"Does that happen often?" he asked.

"No. I just never got off my train of thought. It shouldn't happen again," I said, taking another bite of my waffle.

After breakfast, I traveled to my father's personal chambers like usual.

I knocked on the door and was immediately greeted by Dumbledore.

"Good morning, headmaster," I said, stepping into the room.

Dumbledore responded with a 'hello' and pointed to the kitchen where I assumed my father was.

"Hey-o daddy-o," I said happily, strutting into the kitchen.

He mumbled something under his breath and darted around the kitchen and I sat on a stool after making a cup of tea.

In the midst of walking around the island I was sitting at, he pecked my cheek and kept searching for some object.

"What are you looking for?" I asked, becoming dizzy and annoyed with all his movement.

"Chili powder," he responded quickly, opening and closing several drawers.

A light bulb went off and I said, "It's in the medicine cabinet."

He stopped abruptly and said, "What on earth is it doing in there?"

I shrugged innocently, not wanting to inform him on the prank I planned to pull later that day. It wasn't going to happen anymore anyways.

Father huffed and instructed me to watch the stove while he retrieved the chili powder.

"I don't know what you were planning," said father as he walked back into the small kitchen, "and I don't think I want to."