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Everyone knows Professor Snape-the cold, sarcastic Potions Master of Hogwarts. But not everyone knows about the quiet girl who walks the castle's halls with his same hooked nose, his same cutting stare, and his same silence.
Seriphine Eira Snape never asked to be his daughter. She never asked to be a prodigy either.
Sorted into Slytherin, misunderstood from the first day, and marked by rumors she can't shake, Seriphine fights to survive the whispers, the watchful eyes, and the weight of a last name heavier than any spellbook. They say she's a spy. That she reports everything to her father. That she isn't really a student-just a shadow.
They call her Snitcherine.
But Seriphine has secrets of her own. Ones buried deep in the dungeons of her memory-about her mother, about herself, and about a war that's far from over.
This is the story of the girl behind the name.
Of ambition, isolation, and the dangerous kind of brilliance no one ever sees coming.