Snape's Daughter

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'Could I have Wood please Professor Quirrel  ?' Asked proffesor Mcgonagall. She had led us to the defence against the dark arts room . 'Wood ! Is she gonna cane us !' Said in a mock scared voice . This however made Harry more scared . Instead of boring you with the deatails me and Harry got picked for the team . Sadly  there was only one opening on the team . I didn't want to be in trouble by getting involved in 'such sports ' as my father would word it . 'No thank you Professor . -' I started to say but Oliver Wood cut me off .' Please just come to try-outs please' he begged . 'Fine !' I said . The bell rung so, Harry and I went back to the common room . 'Man a quidditch team ? I think I should fake sick ' I said . 'Why ?' Asked Harry . 'My Dad .' I said . 'Don't ask !' Said Hermione catching up with us . 'Ok . Cuput Draconis ' said Harry . 'Hiya guys !' Said Ron from the other side of the common room , he waved his hand in the air . We walked over to him . I started to work on a future potions essay . I had copied a version of my Fathers criteria so I knew all the due homework . 'What's that ?' Asked Ron 'You said you finished your homework !' He said .' I did it's A essay from my father .' I said without thinking .'your fathers a professor !' Said Harry . 'Ur ..' I said realising my mistake . 'Who? Whoooo?' Asked Ron . 'Guess !' I said . Nobody thought a Gryffindor would , be descended from a slytherin . 'Vincent ! Flitwick ! Kettle burn ! ' Yelled Ron . 'No .' I said . 'Dumbledore !' Blurted out Harry . I hesitated . Basically Aberforth did bring me up , but Snape was my true father . 'Yes , not Dumbledore his brother , I stole the curriculum.' I said looking away from Hermione the only one that knew my secret .