Heir Of Gryffindor

Chapter Two

I looked at Bian confused and she just sighed. Professor Snape had been my professor for five years now and not once had he let on that he had a daughter. He was cold, distant, and downright rude most days. I knew he once was friends with my mum, so I tried my best to give him the benefit of the doubt, but he was easily one of the most hated people at Hogwarts. How could he have a daughter, and with whom? My confusion must have lined my face, because Bian softly smiled and began to speak.

"Most people don't believe that I'm Severus Snape's daughter, but I am. My parentage is a bit weird, but I feel like I can trust you, despite my brother's obvious disdain for you."

I didn't understand what she meant, but I was happy to hear I was trustworthy. It took a second for what she said to sync in, but once it did, I couldn't help but be surprised. I felt my mouth drop open as I began to piece two and two together. Malfoy was her brother, Snape was her father, which had to mean Malfoy's mum was Bian's mum as well. Professor Snape and Malfoy's mum? Bian looked up at me, and I studied her face. She had Snape's dark hair, face shape and overall appearance, yet she had Narcissa's mouth, nose, and ears. She even had Draco's eye color. As I continued studying her, I noticed she was softly crying, and I held her close to me.

"Shh, Bian it'll be okay. You don't need to cry. You my dear are a Snape and a Black. Which makes you related to me in our strangely put together family tree. I'll protect you from your arse of a half-brother no matter what house you're put in, and I promise that no one will know about your parentage unless you tell them. Your secret's safe with me."

She smiled up at me and hugged me tightly to her. She reminded me of a younger version of Ginny; shy, timid, yet a fierce, almost dangerous edge surrounded them both. A few minutes later, Bian fell asleep in my lap. We still had a few hours until we'd arrive at Hogwarts, so I let her sleep.

As she softly snored in my lap, I couldn't help but wonder how Snape and Malfoy's mum hid the truth about Bian from Lucius all these years. How did he not know his wife was pregnant with another man's baby? It truly blew my mind to think about it, but it also tired me out. Slowly, but surely, I too, fell asleep.

   

                                Draco's POV

I smiled slightly at Bian and Harley, as I peeked into their compartment. They could be mistaken as sisters if no one knew Bian was Snape's daughter, and my half-sister. As I thought that last part, my heart ached. I didn't want to hurt Bia, but I had to.

I sighed and softly closed their compartment door. We had some time before we would arrive at Hogwarts, and I wasn't sure how I felt about that. It was bitter sweet going back. So much had changed, in such a short amount of time. I had cut all romantic ties with Pansy for good and for once my father didn't push us being together. Snape was trying to make me watch over Bian, but I couldn't. My father was already suspicious of her resemblance to my mum, so I had to hate her, and keep her out of harm's way by hurting her myself. If he knew the truth, there's no telling what he would do.

My father is the most vindictive man I know. If something doesn't go the way he wants, there will be hell to pay. If someone wrongs him, he'll make sure they suffer. If you showcase your weaknesses to him in anyway, he'll use them to torture you. He's horrible, but no one would stop him. Not a single person would stand up to him and tell him that he could still be a servant to the Dark Lord without being heartless and cruel.

I came to an empty compartment and looked out the window. The scenery passing by was quite beautiful, but I couldn't appreciate it. My dark mark began to tingle and I let a tear drop while looking at my reflection. Besides my now crooked nose, all I saw was my father looking back at me.  I wanted to scream and cry; run from what I was born into, but I had to face the inevitable. I had to kill Dumbledore. I was a death eater, and Potter was right... I was going to end up like my father.