To love hate ( Severus Snape and Morgana Pierce)

Hello dear Reader , this is my first book - please tell me what you think of it . I am a fairly new writer , so please bare with me regarding correct grammar , sentence structure and all that . Firstly anything or anybody you recognize , it all belongs to J.K Rowling . I am merely adding on an extra character for the benefit of fanfiction readers. Thank you for understanding - please enjoy my story xx

My name is Morgana Pierce, I did not have the best childhood - now being 28 , I am still recovering from. I've seen things one has only seen in nightmares. I've experienced horrors far beyond one can imagine. My life has been devastating to say the least, but I've learnt to accept the fact that it's happened and I can rather let it break me or I can break through it.
Here's my story : On my 8th birthday I was kidnapped from my loving parents, having witnessed them being killed by magic - having only found out a few years ago - but I mean think of it , when you're 8 you don't exactly grasp the details. You just get taken to a foreign place , put into a dark room - not to mention being tortured far beyond the bearing point. The attackers used dark magic on their wips , unfortunately making the marks permanent . Im not sure if they knew it or not but the marks would be on us forever . They took pride in hurting their victims , probably giving them sick satisfaction.
I wasn't sure if I would ever make it out there alive. They treated us like objects , like cattle lined up for the slaughter , yet the only difference was , is that we knew what was ahead of us.
How i escaped .. I still don't know

"You little brat , get back here !" I heard him yell from a distance , but I kept running through the thick forest. Nothing was going to stop me , the only thing on my mind as I tumbled through the bushes was staying alive , I was running to get my life back , running  for a chance to live again.

Years I spent on the streets , barely surviving on scraps. I hardly had any food to eat during those difficult times , often I found myself passing out from lack of nutrients and vitamins . It was only a matter of time before i starved to death. The scary thing is I wasn't alone . The streets of London aren't scarce of the homeless . Yet I kept my distance from most people.
I was scared , i honestly could not get to terms of what happened . I knew they wouldn't find me, well more like hoped they wouldn't. I'm not sure how far I traveled, but it was quite the distance even if I do say so myself.
Thinking about it now , I was just another one of their broken toys they got sick of and threw away, there was no reason for them to come after me - I wouldn't be surprised if they've replaced me already.
Later on in my life I found out that I was actually kidnapped and sold to a slave trade , that's where I got my beatings from and my number - which they burned into my side - 57C.

Not knowing how long I spent on the streets , it became my second home. Until one day a kind lady offered to take me to the nearby orphanage. She probably mistook me for a undernourished child, but when the orphanage found my birth certificate they threw me back on the street saying I was too old ( 18 ) to be in their care. They considered me an adult and didn't really care less about me. They did however give me a few weeks of shelter before I found a job and started earning a minimum income.

I was lucky to get a job at the local pub. I loved my boss , Michelle , she took me in and looked after me best she could. She had a motherly attitude towards me which I was very grateful for. I worked there 24/7 , basically living there because I had no where else to go. Michelle taught me a few tricks about how to read people and men especially, she showed me her regulars and the dodgy men. To be honest I had a good time working there .
So - working in a pub - you get to meet new people , socialize a lot with the crowds that come in. But I must say you get some weird people , it's as if alcohol is an attraction to the strange - but my strangest and life changing face was that of a man I call the closest thing to family now - Albus Dumbledore - the headmaster of Hogwarts (me not knowing at the time).

He walked in , wearing a long blue robe with stars on it , tucked in at the waist was his long white beard. I honestly did not know how to react to this odd looking man - I'd never seen him before , in the area especially. He was quite a sight to be honest - yet it seemed as if nobody was really giving the old man any attention , I wasn't sure but it seemed as if they couldn't see him by the way the crowd was reacting.
He caught me staring at him and gradually walked up to the bar "Orange juice please" he ordered  "whatever floats your boat" I thought to myself as I started pouring him a glass

"Miss Pierce may I have a word with you outside" he said calmly , my eyes widened. I looked at him in shock , taking a minute to regain my thoughts. I was still to the bone "Why ... what... How do you know my name!?" I said stuttering and surprised

"Not to worry my dear " he said with a warming smile "calm down and let me explain" I followed reluctantly , the only thought in my mind was that this was a bad idea. Walking out into the chilly London cold , the wind sending shocking cold shivers down my spine making my skin crawl even more than it is , making me want to run back inside and crawl next to the fireplace.

"Miss Pierce, tell me have you ever done anything that you cannot explain when you were angry or even scared?" He said with wonder and excitement in his eyes . I looked at him , wondering what this man could be up to , thinking he's had too many drinks to begin with. But oddly enough a memory stirred , a flash back of me in the orphanage levitating objects of which I had no control over only to be caught and being silenced after.

"I ...um.." I said , startled. The words seemed to stay in my mouth. He took me completely off guard.

He chuckled " My dear , not to worry . I knew your parents all too well " he said with sadness as the thought of their death crossed his mind " they both were indeed great wizards "

"Wizards ?" I spoke softly , unable to absorb the information that was being said

"Why yes! Morgana , you are indeed a Witch too" he said with great enthusiasm.

"But ... How" I said still not following him , sadness evident in my posture

"They were well loved wizards in the Wizarding world , they meant a great deal to a lot of us"

"Us ? "questioned looking at him in confusion

"My Dear you have so much to learn" he said with so much warmth and wisdom in his words

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So after 10 years , studying a 6 year degree of Literature . Both muggle and wizard studies , much to Hogwarts advantage  , I've been offered the position by Albus to teach the students about Poetry and he also mentioned Role Playing
It was an interesting proposal , teaching never actually crossed my mind . But nonetheless it's an adventure I'm quite looking forward to.

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There you have it , my first chapter
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