The Half-Blood

Autumn Snape only wants to have a normal first year at Hogwarts. Well, she doesn't exactly get even a little bit of a normal year. Picked on because of everyone's hate for her father, Autumn struggles through he year. With her best friend, Draco Malfoy, she somehow gets through. First Book in the Autumn Series

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1. The Owlery

A/N: Before we begin, I just want to thank my lovely readers! Thanks for being so loyal to this series, and thanks for being ok with me rewriting! I love you guys so much Movellas fam!

~Expecto

P.S. This is A Second, but it has a different title now. Enjoy!

P.P.S. Autumn's a little different...just thought I'd point that out.

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My life has a lot of ups and downs. Let's just say I love my life sometimes, and I also hate my life sometimes.

The sound of owls filled my ears as I trudged up the Owlery stairs. I was instantly greeted by a huge gust of wind that sent chills up and down my spine. I shivered and pulled my cloak tighter to me. When I was at the very top, I wandered over to the railing and leaned against it. I'd hoped to see a sunset. At Hogwarts, there's always the most gorgeous sunsets with brilliant colors of orange, purple, red, and yellow. I was disappointed. I'd had a pretty rough day and I would've liked to see some light....

Hogwarts has always been my home, no matter whatever other house me and my father live in. I don't care what my father thinks. He doesn't even care about me. Heck, I don't think he even cares about anything or anyone. He's not a caring person, exactly.

I sighed and pushed my long dark red hair out of my face. The wind only kept blowing it back in my face, however. I hated it, so I decided that I'd just go back inside. I quickly walked down the stairs, almost tripping a few times.

I'm not exactly a student at Hogwarts. Not yet. I live here with my father during the school years. You see, my father is one of the professors. I bet you a Sickle you can guess who he is. Yep, my father is the one and only Professor Severus Snape.

To be completely honest, he scares me to death. He's often angry with me. I guess he has his reasons. I have extremely bad anger issues occasionally, and I always have my several types of anxiety disorders. Sometimes, it gets bad enough that all of it will combine and set me off on angry rants. He thinks it's unacceptable behavior. Well, actually, it kinda is. My father also annoys me to death. He's just so firm and stern that sometimes I want to just punch him right in the nose. But...he just scares me too much.

I quietly entered me and my father's s chambers, hoping he either wasn't there, or that he was asleep.

"Autumn," said a low, sharp voice from behind me.

I jumped, groaned, and turned around. His cold black eyes met my green ones, and they seemed to pierce them.

"Where have you been?" he asked sternly.

"Just up in the Owlery..." I muttered, shrugging.

"You were supposed to assist me in organizing my office. Don't you recall our conversation earlier?"

"Well...now I do. I'm sorry, I completely forgot."

"We'll do it tomorrow. As for tonight, you best be off to bed."

"Alright. Goodnight, father."

"Goodnight, Autumn."

I swiftly turned around and walked to my small bedroom. I walked in, shutting the door and locking it. I grabbed some pajamas and changed into them. Right after I did, I stared at the strange scar on my hand. It was lightning shaped and I knew Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, also had one similar or exactly the same. It was weird. My father just won't tell me how I got it, so I really just try to ignore it most of the time.

I crawled into my stiff, grey bedding and laid my head down on my pillow. I let out a long and loud sigh. I hoped that when I started going to Hogwarts I'd finally find my place in the world, other than "Snape's unloved daughter". I wanted to be a normal girl, despite my flaws and disorders. I hoped to make friends m. I'd never, throughout my entire life, had a single friend. I mean, I always stayed locked up in my room everyday, so that would definitely make it hard to make friends.

More than anything...I wished my life was better than it was...

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