Emexyinia Snape and the Deathly Hallows (Harry Potter Fan-fiction)

Chapter 4: Tell Me a Story

Chapter 4: Tell Me a Story

Emma Snape was sitting on the edge of her bed, crying. Dudley Dursley had just pulled her hair and pushed her, resulting in her falling and skinning her knee on the sidewalk. She had asked Aunt Petunia for a bandage, but Petunia was in the middle of cooking and couldn’t be bothered.

“Emma?”

Five-year-old Harry came into the little room and sat next to Emma.

“What's wrong?” he asked.

Emma sniffled and wiped her tears away on her sleeve.

“Dudley pushed me,” she said. She pulled up her pant leg to show Harry the scrape on her knee.

“Did you tell Aunt Petunia?” Harry asked.

“She too busy cooking.”

“Harry!” Uncle Vernon bellowed. “Why aren’t you doing your chores?”

“Go on,” Emma said, sniffling again. “I’ll go see if Mrs. Fig will give me a bandage.”

Emma slid off the bed and made her way back through the house. She walked down the front steps and across the street, to the home of Arabella Figg.

“Mrs. Figg,” Emma called, knocking on the door.

Arabella came to the door. “What do you need, sweetie?” she asked. She was an older woman who wore strange clothes and slippers. Emma didn’t like the way it smelled in her house, but she was nice.

            “Dudley pushed me. I got a cut,” she said, pointing to her knee.

            “Come inside, dear,” Mrs. Figg said, leading the little girl into the living room. Inside, a man was sitting at the table, drinking tea.

“Who is this?” he asked, looking at Emma.

“Emma Potter,” Arabella said.

“Emma. Potter,” the man said.

Emma didn’t like the way he said her name.

“It’s really Emexyinia. E-M-E-X-Y-I-N-I-A,” Emma said. “What's your name?” she asked.

“Severus Snape,” he answered. His voice was cold and matter-of-fact.

“Would you like some tea, dear?” Mrs. Figg asked Emma.

“Yes, please,” Emma answered.

Emma hopped up to a chair at the table. Snape was stirring his tea by waving his wand a few inches above it.

“Wow! How do you do that?” Emma asked. Snape quickly put his wand away.

“Do not ask questions. It is impolite,” he said.

“Sorry. My Aunt tells me that, too,” Emma turned away, looking ashamed.

“I will get your bandage in just a moment, sweetie,” Arabella said. She put Emma’s tea down in front of her and went to find a dressing for her wound.

“What happened?” Snape asked.

“My cousin Dudley pushed me,” she said.

“Is he often mean to you?” Snape asked.

Emma nodded sheepishly.

“Uncle Vernon says I'm not to complain about it. He says Dudley is his favorite. I'm supposed to keep my mouth shut.”