The Silver Doe

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

 ~ Severus's House ~

"I'm a witch!" exclaimed Lillian.

Lillian was shaking her head in awe.

She was in, what she thinks Snape called, his spare bedroom. It was the same size of her room across the street, seeing as the house was a replica of her old one. Apart from hers was now sold, gone, forgotten. "Tell me again?"

Lillian was frowning in disbelief. Gah, n way, she mused, this can't be true! Me... a witch! Woah, fancy that.

Wait... realisation was sinking in further more. He's joking. Gotta be?

Her, Lillian Stewart, of all people!

"You, Lillian, daughter of recently late witch Emilie Stewart, and muggle Bill Stewart, are a witch," Snape was trying his best to suppress his irritation, but it was hard to do when concerning Lillian. "Though you are muggle born; like a lot of others. Look Lillian,"

Snape stepped forward to his spare pathetic use of a bed, Lillian's 'new bed', and sat next to her. A spring from the uncomfortable mattress immediately poked him. He made a funny face for a short moment.

"You are a witch; therefore you will be going to a school for witches and wizards: Hogwarts, school for witchcraft and wizardly. You will learn lots of things; how to brew potions, how to cast appropriate spells. You will learn rules and I will make sure you follow them out and go against breaking them. You, Lillian, are now stepping into a different world. But for now, come. We need to go to a place called Diagon Alley where we will fetch your needed necessities for school. After all, you start in a mere day." Snape now stood up, briskly, still keeping his familiar formal approach.

But then he did a weird thing.

He held out his hand towards her.

Why? Neither of them knew, but Lillian took it, quite gladly actually. And downstairs, she followed him into his brightly blazing fireplace, where they disappeared, hand in hand, a lot like she was the shadow of the man whom was now her father...

~ Diagon Alley ~

"They actually wear witch hats, like in the films?" Lillian whispered up at Snape.

"Yes, and yes we have broomsticks too, like you will shortly find out." Snape was trailing behind all the necessities he had just bought for her. He felt like her slave, an over-sized house elf, but the people around him never thought he was her slave.

They thought he was merely a father, organising his daughter for her return to school.

So far, he had all her needed quills, books, uniform, her potion ingredients, her cauldron and her wand.

Lillian's wand chose her, so said the shopkeeper Olivander, with his big pale eyes and white bushy hair. That man was weird, thought Lillian. He claimed that her wand was special and it was pliable.

She had to ask Snape what pliable meant and he said that it meant it was flexible, and was really good for things such as Transfiguration.

Lillian nodded and accepted her seemingly temperamental wand, that's core was made of expensive unicorn hair, and she stroked her fingers down the long and elegant wood.

She had never been as happy as she was during those few moments. Now when she said those long words her adoptive father used, they'd actually work. Wouldn't they?

And so now, Lillian basically had all her school stuff, including a broomstick which Snape himself ordered to be delivered by his house before tomorrow morning, along with her other things?