Professor Snape's daughter. (Rewrite)

Life at Spinners End. *

    "Estrella Snape! You get over here right now young lady!" I looked up to see my father striding over to me his black cape billowing in the wind, my eyes widened and I tried desperately to pull myself up and over the fence, I was small for my age of only nine years old, and rather scrawny too, with my long thick black hair that covered my green eyes, I had pale skin like my fathers which gave me the look of a vampire.

"I want ice cream though!" I whined, gesturing to the ice cream truck that the rest of the neighbourhood kids were standing by just over the fence.

"No!" my father told me sharply, he then proceeded to grab me off the fence and dragged me inside, he sat me down on a chair and began rambling on about why sugar is bad for young wizards and witches and how it will rot your brain,

"Were you listening to me, Estrella?" I looked up. 

"Yes, father," I mumbled, a practiced line.

   For dinner, we had a nasty cabbage stew and bread, my father skimmed through the daily prophet that he hadn't gotten to read this morning throughout the entire meal leaving me alone with my thoughts in the small silent house. The stew was disgusting and I thought back to my friend Draco and how he got to eat at his house in jealousy. My father was friends with his father Lucius Malfoy so I often went over there, Lucius kind of scared me but I quite liked Narcissa, Draco was kind of annoying in a spoiled kind of way but I tolerated him as long as he didn't ask me too many questions. The last time we hung out we got in an argument because I didn't like Blaise and Draco called me picky and I called him a brat and then he hit me and I pushed him down the stairs, I was pretty sure that his father wanted to strangle me for hurting his son and Draco for getting pushed down the stairs by a girl. But I already knew that we would have to hang out again, so for the sake of being civil I wrote him a letter apologizing and asking for forgiveness, he had then written back saying it was fine and we were friends again, of course, nothing I had written had been heartfelt but he didn't have to know that.

"Can you tell me a story?" I asked my father as we sat in the living room before my bedtime.

"Alright." My father responded I grabbed my stuffed rabbit Sparrow and sat down beside his armchair on the floor. He took a few minutes to decide on a story before clearing his throat and beginning from memory.

"Once there were three brothers who were walking along a road, presently they came upon a river which they knew to be the river of death, of you touched the water you would die, yet there was no way across, the brothers being wizards simply scoffed at the river and made a bridge of magic, but just as they were about to walk across death appeared, he felt cheated you see, so he made a proposition with the brothers, he would grant there one wish, the first brother wished for a wand that was the most powerful wand to ever be created, this wand was the elder wand, the second brother wanting to offend death asked for a stone that could bring back anyone from the dead to life, his wish was granted. The third brother and the youngest was a humble man so he simply asked death for a cloak of invisibility, his wish was granted. The first brother loved the feeling of power, he walked to a man that. had done him wrong years ago and killed him, the brother feeling smug went around trying to make everyone kneel to him and if they refused he would kill them, it worked, then one night a thief broke in and stole the wand he than slit the brother's throat, so death took the first brother. The second brother brought the woman he had always wanted to marry but she died too young, he brought her back to life, and at first, they were happy, but soon the woman began to become sad and empty, that is because her soul had left her a long time ago and now she was an empty shell, soon she simply disintegrated into nothing and the man out o sadness killed himself, death claimed the second brother. death now searched for the third brother, he searched for many years but could never find him. that was because the third brother was wearing the cloak of invisibility, years later the third brother was old and happy with a healthy son, now he unveiled himself and passed his cloak down to his son, then he greeted Death as an old friend and they walked away as equals, death did not claim the third brother, as he was not deaths to claim. and that is what makes the Deathly Hollows." He finished, leaving me wide-eyed,

"Where's the invisibility cloak now?" I asked.

"No one knows." He responded, leaving me unsatisfied.

"But what about the brothers why did they have to get over the lake in the first place?"

"I don't know Estrella, now go to bed." His voice had an edge on it so I slumped to my bedroom, sticking my tongue out at his back.

A/n So yes I am re-writing this book, if you are re-reading the new version and there is something from the old version that isn't added it doesn't exist, I am re-writing because my ideas were all over the place and my writing was mediocre. if the chapter has a * beside the title it means its re-written

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