Severus Snape's Daughter (A Harry Potter Fan Fiction)

The Truth

Chapter 2
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Leila's POV

Well, that was about 8 years ago. When I was happy and free to be a kid and learn new things and to be happy with my dad. Now I live with a muggle who treats me like a slave and abuses me everyday. I haven't seen my dad since he told Grandpa Dumbledore to find me a muggle family. I know it was for my own good, but I think I am way worse off here than anywhere else. Here is my story.

~Flashback~

"Angel, I want you to go hide in you closet right now." My dad told my 7 year old me.

"Why daddy? Are you scared?" I asked with my eyebrows raised.

"Nothing to worry about, I just need you to go hide in your closet, okay?"

"Okay daddy."

I ran up the stairs and into my room. I really wanted to see what was going on downstairs, but because I never disobey my dad, I ducked low in the corner of me closet. I shut my eyes tight and thought of a soothing song to calm my thoughts of daddy getting hurt, or worse, dying.

It wasn't until I felt a rough tug on my hair that I was eventually ripped from my thoughts.

"OWWWW!!! Stop it!! Let go!!" I yelled at the man pulling my hair. He was pale with a pointed face and white blonde, long hair.

"Shut up you stupid little girl!" He yelled and had his wand pointed in my face.

"What do you want? Where's my daddy?"

"Well, Leila, you are a spitting image of your father with your mothers angelic voice and aura." The creepy man snarled.

"What do you want?" I asked again, angry.

"Well, never mind then. I guess it's a mixed personality. Also, what I want is for you to be dead." He said.

"Why? What did I do?" I asked getting scared. I didn't want him to have the satisfaction of me being scared so I did my best to hide it.

"You are distracting your father from helping me find the Dark Lord and to return him to his natural state." He snarled.

"Well good, because he shouldn't work for mean, creepy old man like you!" I yelled in his face.

"You ignorant little excuse of a girl!" He roared.

"Avada Kedavra!" He screeched.

Then I fell to the floor and he disappeared with a *crack* and my dad came rushing in.

"Oh angel..." He said shaking with sadness.

"Angel, angel, angel..." He kept repeating, pulling me into his gentle and warm arms.

"Daddy...it hurts...please, make it stop..." I said opening my eyes and blinking back the tears. I barley cried. I didn't even cry when I was born. It takes a lot to get me to cry.

"Angel...how...how are you alive!!? He used the killing curse on you!!" He said in astonishment.

"See daddy...I always told you I was special." I said with a smile on my face.

"I know, I know." He said laughing.

I pulled off of him and walked into my bathroom and looked into the mirror. I pulled back my bangs to see a nasty, blood red scar right on my eyelid. It had almost punctured my eye.

I showed my dad and asked him playfully "Does it make me look dangerous or strong and brave?"

"Well...a little bit of both?" He said in a questioning tone.