The Evil of Being Good

The Beginning

When my Hogwarts letter came on my eleventh birthday (April 7) I remember screaming and dancing around in circles for a good 30 minutes straight.
I just couldn't believe that I was finally going to Hogwarts. The place I had dreamed about all my childhood as I absorbed it through stories that my father told of his school days. Although one thing was abundantly clear to me. I did NOT want to be in Gryffindor.
They seemed to be prideful and rude. Bullies to the extreme to anyone that wasn't like them. And there was one name I new to avoid, Potter. I had heard the stories of a Potter boy who had tortured my father mercilessly for nearly his entire school life simply because he was a Slytherin. Who could be so cruel?
Anyway, they probably wouldn't want me besides. I had never truly felt like bravery was ever something that was truly important, why be brave and die if you could slyly survive instead? It was simply logical.
When August 1st finally arrived I was up before dawn, excited to go to Diagon Ally in order to purchase my things for school.
" Dad could you please hurry up? You are taking forever I swear to Merlin himself." I complained for the 5th time in under a minute.
" Child if you will just hold on for one simple minute we can go. But let me finish my coffee and paper first. You know I must start my morning properly."
I sighed, " You are SUCH an old man sometimes. Do you know that?"
"Yes. And don't you forget it" My father replied back quickly with a smirk.
You see, me and my father are quite a bit closer than most children and parents are, and that's because it is only us. Had been since I was a baby. My mother had disappeared shortly after Halloween in 1981 when I had been a year and a half old, and we had never heard from her again. My father had been heartbroken and in result he was very protective of me, I think he was afraid of losing another person he loved.
After another 10 minutes of waiting, my father stood up slowly and said that he was ready to leave. We walked out to our lawn and after looking to make sure no one could see us, I grabbed his arm and we apparated to Diagon Alley.

Our first stop was Gringotts to get coins out of my vault. This was the one thing my mother had left me, an inheritance that was not to be believed. I had vault number 18, and it honestly was bigger than 2 whole houses. I could never dream of possibly spending it all, which was nice, it made shopping WAY fun.

We grabbed enough coins to complete our shopping for the day and promised to return to get our coins for the school year soon. After that we split up as I was due to meet my best friends Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bulstrode at Ollivanders to get our wands and my father was going to begin his shopping for what he would need for his Potions classroom in the fall.

" Girls! Over here!" I yelled out as I spotted them looked at owls on my way to Ollivanders.

"Sierra! Merlin it has been too long!" Pansy said as she ran to me with a hug. 

" I know. I can't believe you guys went to Paris without me." 

"Oh it wasn't all that fun let me tell you. We didn't get to hardly anything but sit in the hotel because our parents kept going off with these friends of their's we ran into while there. It was absolutely dreadful you have no idea." Millicent complained.

As we continued talking about how our summers had gone since we had been split up in early June, we walked into Ollivander's to get our wands. 

After much distruction, Millicent got a wand, Oak 12 and 3/4 inches with runespoor fang. Pansy was up next and though she nearly took off the roof, she finally got a holly wand, 13 inches, with dragon scale core. 

When I stepped up, Ollivander smiled.
" I have been waiting for you young Snape. Your parents combined talents should make a fine young witch."
" umm thanks?" I said unsurely.
He handed me my first wand. It was incredibly light and seemed to be made of reed like substance. I swished it once and an entire shelf fell to the ground. Ollivander clucked his tongue and grabbed the wand from my hand saying that it wouldn't do. He grabbed a dark short wand next and gave it to me. My movement of the wand caused steam to fly out of everyone's ears so he quickly grabbed that one back too. Ollivander sighed and handed me yet another one. Nearly an hour and 5 wands later, Ollivander handed me a long thin wand with little flowers carved into the bottom to make a sort of handle. I grabbed the wand and when I moved it I felt all warm and the wand tip flowed.
" that's the one!" He said cheerfully, "Dragonwood 14 inches with a unicorn horn core, very rare VERY powerful. Good for Dark Arts, transfiguration, and charms."
He put the wand into a dark ornate container and handed it back to me in a velvet pouch. I handed him 6 galleons then walked out of the shop with Pansy and Millicent.