Snape's Criminal Daughter

Chapter 1

There was someone at the door. Their footsteps lingered at the door, then with an astounding bang, the door came crashing down. His meaty form stopped in the doorway. The sick grin on his face was enough to make Eileen cower in the darkest corner of the small room she was locked in every day. For a moment, he seemed not to be able to find her, them his gaze landed in her huddled form. His grin widened making her whimper. He let out a laugh, low and menacing, and she tried to move farther into the corner, but her back was already pressed hard against the splintering wood. Her took a step forward and she bolted for the door. He caught her around the waist, stopping her in mid-step. She screamed, not only in pain but from fright. His pudgy hand came slamming into her mouth, muffling her screams. His other hand came up and punched her. Hard. She grunted, doubling over in pain once more. He laughed, aiming kicks at her ribs when he sought fit. Another pair of footsteps traveled down the stairs that lead to her prison. Her mother stood there in the doorway, a smile on her face. She stood idly by why her father beat and groped her, sometimes laughing, other times standing in silence. When it was finally over, he dropped her on the cold floor, walked out, and closed the door behind him. 

It happened Every day. For nine years. 

6 years later

The old warehouse had a somewhat of a comforting smell Eileen decided, she had been hiding here for years, she had lost track of the days she would sit and let the memories consume her. None of them were pleasant. Sometimes they would drag her to tears, other times she would sit and simply think about other times, trying to find something happy in her lifetime.

 It almost never worked. 

For the first month, things went badly, she would sit in a corner, begging, for food, money, whatever she could get her hands on. It wasn't much better than home. The fact that she was alone seemed to comfort her, but nothing else seem to do that. A year of being alone taught her something, take matters into her own hands, And she did just that. Stealing from innocent passer buyers was a start, but she didn't stop there. She stole from stores, private businesses, sometimes even banks. She was never caught. Always seeming to get away with things, she pushed herself to go further. Newspapers reported about the notorious black shadow. The thing that got her onto the front page was the steal of a military base. She stole guns, ammunition, and other gadgets she came across. 

Then the letters came.

She was eleven, nearly twelve when the first one made its appearance. Nearly screaming when she woke to find an owl gently nibbling her fingertips, a letter tied to its leg. At first, she was curious, taking the letter from the owl. It was cute, she, though. Only when she read the letter did she scowl. Platform 9 3/4? What the heck! The wasn't a station, and she knew that, and Eileen knew that. She had been there multiple times. Letter in hand she crumpled it into a ball and threw it across the room she sat in her abandoned warehouse. The owl gave her a look, almost concerned. Almost. 

"Shoo!" She cried waving her arms. The owl, startled, flew off, leaving her alone once more. She sighed again and cried silently into her knees. Whishing sometimes, that she was dead. The letters came once a year, sometime in June, every year, for five years. And each time, Eileen would take them, vowing to hurt the person who kept playing this stupid prank on her.  She fell asleep eventually, huddled in a ball. It reminded her of her home, causing her to cry more. 

Sorry, this is so short, I have to hit the sack. Comment and give me some feedback. Thins is my first Fanfic! Promise the next one will be longer!