Clarissa Snape [incomplete]

seven

—St. Mungos—

You're probably like, 'What the hell is with the iris?!' The eye is Clarissa's mother's [theoretically] and I just wanted to show you what I imagine they look like.

Also, from now on, this story will get much, much darker. If you aren't into that, I don't suggest you read on.......

That Saturday was the day that dad and I would visit my mother at St. Mungo's. I also gave him his presents when I calmed down and he enjoyed them more than I thought he would. He wore the necklace every day from then on, which was something that I don't think anyone could have expected.

I wished Cedric luck on the second task and told him I'd root for him before we left. He then thanked me an wished me luck as well.

I made sure to pack a small bag of things for St. Mungo's. I packed my dark arts book, my dad's potion book, a snack for each of us, and a couple pieces of parchment with my ink and quill.

After we passed the front gate of Hogwart's, we walked into Hogsmeade and apparated from there.

When we arrived, we immediately asked for my mum's room and quickly scurried off and knocked before entering.

"Mum?" I asked. Her head turned towards me along with a nurse's.

"Before you do anything, I'd like to inform you on a few things," said the nurse who was clutching her clipboard tight to her chest. Without giving us any time to respond, she started blabbing.

"Marissa is stable and seems to be getting better everyday. As far as we know, the disease is not contagious. Many have attended to her and have been fine so far," she reported.

"Thank you," said father. The nurse nodded and left us.

"Hey mum. How're you feeling?" I asked, walking to her bed and taking her hand in mine.

Dad took a seat in the in the corner of the room whose walls were a mustard yellow with dark green accents.

"I'm doing alright. I got my own room!" she said as cheerfully as she could. I smiled, "That's good. I miss you loads, Hopefully you'll be better by the summer and I can come stay with you," I said.

"I hope so. We wouldn't want to leave you with your greasy, messy father," she joked.

My mum and dad made up two years after their divorce but never got back together. They were good friends though and that was good enough for me.

He laughed and said, "Yes. We definitely wouldn't want that." My mother let out a croaky laugh and squeezed my hand.

"I love you," she said.

"You say it as though you'll never see me again. We'll come visit you every weekend, right dad?" I said, not turning around.

"Is there is nothing that we absolutely have to stay for, then yes. We will come every weekend," he said.

I pulled a chair up to the side of her bed and admired her beautiful face.

She had the loveliest blonde hair that had natural high lights and low lights. Her skin wasn't pale but it wasn't tan either. It was in between and made all of her freckles stand out. Her cheekbones were high and she had he most vibrant green eyes in the world. Her lips were chapped but still had the same pink tint that I inherited. She was absolutely gorgeous and I got happy when people told me I looked like her. It was a huge compliment in my book; the best I could get.

"You have your father's eyes,"she said, snapping me out of my daze.

I smiled, "I know. But I have your hair and lips, your nose and skin. I love myself because of you."