Severus Snape's Sister

VI. Steal

Natasha Prince

Natasha apparated as Severus had taught her. She spent her time with Will, Austin, Kayla, and Nico. At the end of the summer, she decided to apparate to London to see what had happened there. It was a big mistake.

She apparated around seven in the evening to the Leaky Cauldron. She had barely done anything when she was grabbed by someone in a hood and apparated away. She was stunned after they were...wherever.

She screamed in her sleep and woke up with a start. She was in a small dungeon with one other person, Ollivander the wandmaker. He was staring at her with terror on his face. "Sorry," she whispered.

"Natasha Prince. Acacia, Phoenix feather, 12 ¾ inches, if memory serves."

"Yep. I'll never know how you remember all of them." He nodded slightly. They heard footsteps coming down.

"Get away from me you rat!" A person was thrown against, presumably, the stairs.

"That's the youngest Malfoy," Ollivander shrieked with fear.

"Stay in the shadows so I can have a nice word with him," she whispered. She stood up and placed herself in front of the door. Draco opened the door, and she glared nastily. "You're an awful person."

"I know."

"And a coward."

"I know."

"Not to mention-"

"I know. I'm literally the worst person ever. By time this is over, you might not consider me a person. I'm sorry."

"Draco, no." She backed away from him.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, " he cried. He raised his wand slowly. "Stupify," he whispered. She crumpled.

She woke up with Draco behind her and Severus kneeling in front of her. "Enough," Severus said as if they had been in long discussion. "Out. Out!" Draco left immediately after the second shout, and Severus turned to Natasha. "I need to take your memories of Camp Half-Blood. I'll leave you faces and personalities but nothing other than our training and this. Those must be protected with Occumlecy as I taught you. My soft spot for you is nothing compared to the security of Camp Half-Blood."

"Absolutely. I understand."

"Draco is Voldemort's torturer now. It's to 'toughen him up' and whatever. His crush on you should prove well for you."

"What?" she sputtered, "Crush?"

"I don't have time for this. Draco loves you. Obviously. It should be useful. Say you are a halfblood. It won't be hard to because it is still true."

"Sure, whatever. Hurry up." Severus drew his wand and took Natasha's memories and replaced them with ones of their father and training with Severus at random locations. He helped her up and muttered assurances that she'd be okay. He stepped away as Voldemort came in with Draco at his heels; he followed like an abused dog that had been told to come.

He took his place behind her and looked at the floor. "Leave, Severus," said Voldemort. "This shall be very intimate." He tried to protest but Voldemort demanded, "Now." Severus left. "Now, you are a Mudblood, correct?"

"No, I am a halfblood," she said to his feet.

"You lie?"

"No, my lord," she promised.

"Look into my eyes and say "I am no Mudblood but a halfblood." She looked into his eyes with difficulty and repeated him. "Draco," he ordered. Behind her, Draco lifted his wand but couldn't get out the words. "Weak. Let her feel it or you will." He tensed up.

After a few moments of hesitation, he murmured, "Crucio." The spell didn't do anything.

"You know the spell, Draco. One more chance." He tried and failed.

Voldemort hissed like a snake and pointed his wand at Draco. Draco fell from the Cruciatus curse. Voldemort cursed her as well. Severus came in at Voldemort's call. He picked her up and carried her to Draco's room. He put her on the ground gently.

"Stay here. It'll be okay," he reassured, even though he didn't seem sure himself. And he left. Natasha entertained herself with The Tales of Beedle the Bard. After a while, she fell asleep.