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Chloë Snape: A Biography	By : LuckyPanda13 Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1599 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters in it. I make no money on this fanfiction. I own Chloë Snape. Any resemblance of her to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Chapter List
- 1-Getting to Hogwarts
- 2-Houses Divided
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“Chloë Snape made friends the way people choose warriors for battle. She was simultaneously charming and impulsive, sweet and insulting, and funny and serious. She didn’t make many friends, but the ones she made were people she would kill for and who would kill for her; individuals who accentuated her strengths while strengthening her weaknesses. She became invincible with her friends and woe to any who went against them.”

~ Chloë Snape: A Biography

The door opened immediately. A tall, black-haired witch in emerald green robes with stern features waited.

“The firs’ years, Professor McGonagall.” Hagrid indicated the group of shivering eleven-year-olds.

Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here.” They followed Professor McGonagall through the Entrance Hall to crowd together in a small chamber off the hall. They crowded together closer than they normally would have and waited, silently.

“Welcome to Hogwarts.” Professor McGonagall said. “The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room.

“The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule-breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours.

“The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting. I will return when we are ready for you. Please wait quietly.” She left the chamber. A girl screamed loudly only a moment later and everyone turned to see twenty or so ghosts appear through the back wall.

“Forgive and forget, I say, we ought to give him a second chance –”

“My dear Friar, haven’t we given Peeves all the chances he deserves? He gives us all a bad name and you know, he’s not really even a ghost – I say, what are you all doing here?”

Nobody answered the ghost. Chloë recognized him as Nearly Headless Nick.

“New students!” The Fat Friar smiled at them. “About to be Sorted, I suppose? Hope to see you in Hufflepuff! My old house, you know.”

“Move along now.” Professor McGonagall returned. “The Sorting Ceremony’s about to start.” She waited for the ghosts to disappear before turning to face the first years again. “Now, form a line and follow me.”

They followed her mutely through the Entrance Hall and into the Great Hall. The first years gasped, all except Chloë who shot a grin at an awestruck Ron and an impressed Draco. The room was huge with four long tables covered in golden plates and goblets. At the top of the hall, another long table seated the professors. Chloë craned her neck and saw her father’s eyes skimming over the first years to find her. She waved and he smiled back.

“It’s bewitched to look like the sky outside. I read about it in Hogwarts, A History.” Hermione whispered somewhere behind Chloë. Professor McGonagall stopped them in front of the teachers table and placed a four-legged stool with an old, pointed hat before them. Everyone stared at the hat, as did Chloë, though she had no idea why. Her father had never told her about the Sorting Ceremony, nor had she ever witnessed one.

Finally, the hat twitched, opening a rip like a mouth and it started to sing. Chloë listened to the song that explained the four houses and glanced at her father, who was still smiling. The hall applauded loudly as the hat finished its song, bowing to each table before becoming still once more.

“When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted.” Professor McGonagall said, holding a long roll of parchment. “Abbott, Hannah!”

“HUFFLEPUFF!”

“Bones, Susan!”

“HUFFLEPUFF!”

“Boot, Terry!”

“RAVENCLAW!”

One by one, each first year was called to the front to try on the hat. Mandy Brocklehurst became another Ravenclaw, while Lavender Brown became a Gryffindor and Millicent Bulstrode became a Slytherin. Justin Finch-Fletchley became another Hufflepuff while Hermione Granger and Neville Longbottom both became Gryffindors. Draco swaggered forward and was instantly pronounced a Slytherin. Harry Potter became a Gryffindor and walked with more arrogance than Draco had. Chloë waited patiently for her turn. She had no idea where she would end up and she was simultaneously excited and terrified of not knowing.

“Snape, Chloë!” Severus sat up and leaned forward in apprehension as Chloë made her way up to the stool. She sat down and plopped the hat on her head.

“Hmmm… there’s talent here. Plenty of courage. Great load of intelligence. Could do well anywhere. Where to put you? Do you care?” The hat muttered into her ear. “Hmmm… you don’t, do you? Interesting. Well, better be RAVENCLAW!”

The last word was shouted to the entire hall. Chloë took the hat off and shot her father a grin as she made her way to the appropriate table. She hadn’t expected Ravenclaw as a placement, and neither had her father, by his face, though he applauded for her just the same. She sat down next to Mandy Brocklehurst and across from Padma Patil and turned to watch the rest of the ceremony. Ron was sorted into Gryffindor and sat next to Neville and across from Hermione, ignoring the looks of distaste from Harry and his two flunkies, Seamus and Dean. They shared a sad look before looking at Draco, who also looked saddened. Finally, Blaise was sorted into Slytherin. As he sat next to Draco, Professor Dumbledore stood up and smiled.

“Welcome!” He said. “Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words and here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you!” And he sat back down. Chloë grinned and turned to face the empty platters before them.

“Is he… all right in the head?” Padma asked, brow furrowed.

“He’s brilliant.” Chloë said. “Completely mad, but brilliant.”

“How do you know?” Mandy asked.

“My father is Professor Snape.” Chloë pointed out the man and the girls looked appropriately impressed.

“What does he teach?” Padma asked.

“Defense Against the Dark Arts.” An older Ravenclaw said.

“He’s going to teach Potions this year, actually.” Chloë corrected.

“Really?” The girl was maybe a year older than them.

“Yeah. Dumbledore convinced him into it since Slughorn retired.” Chloë smiled.

“My name is Cho Chang.” The girl said, offering her hand. “Welcome to Ravenclaw!”

“Thanks.” Chloë, Padma, and Mandy all shook her hand. The appearance of the food made several people in the hall scream, but Chloë was used to it. She waved to all the professors who made eye contact with her and ate, happily listening to Padma and Mandy ask Cho all sorts of questions about Hogwarts and Ravenclaw as a house. At one point during the feast, Dumbledore stood back up and introduced Severus as the new Potions professor and a small, jittery man named Quirrell as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

As the feast ended, the Ravenclaw first year students followed their Prefect, Robert Hillard, through the twisting walls until they approached a door with a bronze eagle-shaped knocker. The eagle’s beak opened and it spoke, causing Padma and Mandy to jump.

“Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?” It asked the Robert. He turned around to face the first years.

“This is the entrance to our common room. Instead of a password, as the other houses have, we are continually asked to expand upon our knowledge. If you do not get the question right, you will have to wait until someone comes along who can figure out the answer. It’s the only way to gain more knowledge.” He said and turned back to the door, his brow furrowed.

“A circle has no beginning!” Chloë called from her spot within the group. Everyone turned to stare at her, including Robert. “That’s the answer. ‘A circle has no beginning’.”

“Correct.” The eagle knocker shut its beak and the door swung open.

“Good job.” Robert smiled at Chloë as she walked past him. “I didn’t know the answer.” The room was a wide, circular room with a midnight blue carpet, large, arched windows with an excellent view of the ground hung with blue and bronze silks, and a wide domed ceiling painted with stars. There were tables and chairs scattered throughout the room and as many bookcases as could fit along the walls. There was a tall, white marble statue of Rowena Ravenclaw in front of a door.

“Welcome to the Ravenclaw Common Room.” Robert said, getting back to the front of the group. “The door behind the statue of our founder leads up to the dormitories. Up the stairs to your left are the men’s rooms and up the stairs to your right are the women’s. This room is one of the most aired out room in Hogwarts. The sound of wind whistling around the windows of the tower is very relaxing while going to sleep. Any questions?”

“What keeps the dormitories separated?” Padma asked.

“There are charms preventing boys from getting into the girls’ rooms.” Robert said. “However, there are no such charms on the boys’ dormitories, but there are strict rules barring the female students from those rooms.” Robert waited for anyone else to speak. “Some basic policies of Ravenclaw house are that we have a daily study hall for all students. It sounds boring now, but you’ll see how great it really is. A lot of Ravenclaws have expressed their appreciation for study hall. We’ll discuss it in more detail later. For now, it’s late and we should all get to bed.”

“Thank you.” Someone said. Robert smiled and disappeared up the stairs. Chloë followed Padma and Mandy up to their room that a bronze door with “First Year Girls” labeled on it, where five four-poster beds were laid out with their luggage. Two other girls followed them in and found their beds.

“I’m Chloë Snape.” She introduced herself.

“Mandy Brocklehurst.” Mandy was heavy-set with blonde hair and blue eyes.

“Padma Patil.” Padma was of Indian descent with coffee-colored skin, black hair, and dark eyes.

“Sue Li.” Sue was of Chinese descent and was even smaller than Chloë.

“Isobel MacDougal.” Isobel had thick, curly brown hair and a thick Irish brogue.

“Well, it’s late.” Chloë said, smiling at the other girls. “I’m going to head to bed.”

“Good idea.” Sue nodded. The five girls all prepared for bed with a minimum amount of talking. They were all nervous about meeting so many new people at once and not knowing what to expect from classes.

“Good night.” Chloë said, climbing into her four-poster bed. She listened to the other girls get into bed and go to sleep. She spent the next hour or so trying to fall asleep and failing miserably. She got up and made her way from the tower through the dark hallways towards the dungeons. She knocked softly on the door to her father’s rooms. Chloë shifted uncomfortable outside the door and knocked impatiently.

“Yes?” Severus opened the door. He was always a light sleeper but he didn’t appear to have been sleeping at all. “Chloë? Honey, what’s wrong?”

“I can’t sleep.” She felt miserably guilty for failing her parents. What would she have done if her father didn’t work there? She didn’t think she would need her parents so soon after leaving them. Wordlessly, Severus scooped her up into his arms and settled down on the couch before the roaring fire. She felt like she was five-year’s-old again.

“You called it, Lils.” Severus called. Chloë looked at the fire again and saw her mother’s face.

“Chloë darling, are you all right?” Lily asked gently.

“I can’t sleep.” Chloë repeated.

“What’s wrong, honey?” Severus asked, hugging her tightly.

“What if…” Chloë frowned. “What if I don’t have any friends?”

“You seemed to be friendly with the other first year girls.” Severus said.

“Well, they’re nice, but,” Chloë sighed, “I don’t know.”

“Didn’t you make friends on the train?” Lily asked.

“I hung out with Draco and Ron and we had so much fun–” Severus and Lily shared a smile as Chloë started talking nonstop about her adventures on the Hogwarts Express.

“You’ve already made friends, darling.” Lily said.

“But, Draco’s in Slytherin and Ron’s in Gryffindor.” Chloë frowned. “How are we going to stay friends if we’re not in the same house?”

“Chloë, you know better than anyone else that I was in Slytherin and your mum was in Gryffindor. We’ve been married for thirteen years, honey. It doesn’t really matter. You’ll be friends with whomever you wish.” Severus said.

“Then why are we placed in houses at all?” Chloë asked.

“I don’t know, darling.” Lily said. “I honestly don’t.”

“Thanks, Mummy.” Chloë smiled. Lily blew her daughter a kiss.

“I love you, Chloë.” She said. “Don’t worry about making friends. You’re beautiful and clever and talented. You’ll make friends easily and it sounds like you already have a couple.”

“Do you want to stay here tonight?” Severus asked, hugging Chloë tight again. Chloë considered it. She wanted to stay in the comfort of her father’s embrace, but she knew she wouldn’t make any friends by acting like a baby and staying with her father.

“No.” Chloë said, unconvincingly. “I’m fine.”

“Would you like me to walk you back?” Severus asked.

“Yes, Daddy.” Chloë would never admit, on pain of death, that she was still afraid of the dark, especially not to her father.

“Chloë, darling, have fun.” Lily said. “Hogwarts is an amazing place. I know you weren’t expecting Ravenclaw, but the Sorting Hat does know what it’s talking about.”

“Thanks, Mummy.” Chloë blew a kiss back to her mother.

“Get some sleep. There’s going to be plenty of excitement for you tomorrow.” Lily ordered. “Good night, Chloë.”

“G’night, Mummy.” Chloë waved and her mother’s head disappeared with a pop. Severus let Chloë off his lap and followed her to the door. Severus walked with her back to Ravenclaw tower and they stopped in front of the eagle knocker.

“Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?” It asked.

“How often does the question change?” Chloë asked Severus.

“I have no idea. Why?”

“That was the question it asked us after the feast.” Chloë turned to the knocker. “A circle has no beginning.” The door swung open and Chloë hugged her father tightly before walking into the common room.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, honey.” Severus smiled and watched her head up the stairs to her dormitory before shutting the door and returning to his room.

The following morning, each student received their schedules for the year over breakfast. Chloë was delighted to see that she would have Potions and History of Magic with the Gryffindors, which meant she would get to see Ron, and Charms and Transfiguration with the Slytherins, which meant she would get to see Draco. She had Defense Against the Dark Arts and Herbology with the Hufflepuffs. All the first years had Flying lessons together and the Ravenclaws had Astronomy alone.

“Chloë!” Ron hurried over to her table. “We have Potions with each other first thing!”

“I know!” Chloë grinned, chewing her toast far too quickly. “I’m excited!”

“I have Defense Against the Dark Arts and Herbology with Draco.” Ron added.

“I know.” Draco appeared over Ron’s shoulder. “I’m glad we actually get to share classes with the other houses.”

“Tell me about it.” Ron groaned. “Spending all my time with the Gryffindors might kill me. I mean, I love my brothers and they’re in my house, but there are… others.” Ron hesitated as Harry walked by with Seamus and Dean at his shoulders.

“We should hang out between classes.” Chloë suggested.

“Of course.” Draco sniffed regally.

“Where should we go?” Ron asked.

“I know the perfect place.” Chloë grinned.

“Where is it?” Draco asked.

“I’ll show you when we have more time.” Chloë promised. “We have class soon.” Ron checked his battered watch and swore. Draco looked offended just by hearing Ron swear.

“Why does everything start so early?” Ron complained.

“At least we don’t have History of Magic first thing.” Chloë pointed out. “Professor Binns is a ghost and he’s the most boring dead person ever.”

“How do you know?” Draco asked, suspiciously.

“Try to have a conversation with him and not fall asleep.” Chloë said. “I dare you.”

“We should get moving so we aren’t late.” Ron sighed.

“Okay.” Chloë got up and picked up her bag.

“We’re going to meet up for lunch, right?” Draco asked.

“Of course.” Ron snorted.

“We’ll meet out here.” Chloë suggested as they left the Great Hall.

“See you.” Draco caught up with Blaise and the other first year Slytherins on their way up the staircase. Ron and Chloë followed the first year Gryffindors and Ravenclaws down into the dungeons. Ron and Chloë started setting up a cauldron in the front row of a room, Chloë talking excitedly about all the potions she had brewed with the help of her father over the course of her life. Severus entered the room and the shut the dungeon door with a bang, startling Neville into tumbling into his cauldron. He started off the class with calling roll. He didn’t acknowledge the whispering from several students when he passed over Chloë’s name.

“There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don’t expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science of potion-making. However, for those of you who possess the pre-disposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses; I can tell you how to brew glory, bottle fame, and even put a stopper in death. I can teach you many things, but today, I want to see which of you can do something as simple as brewing a pain reliever.” Severus said. Chloë grinned. Severus waved his wand and lines appeared on the chalkboard with directions for brewing the potion.

“If you follow these directions exactly, you will have a bright red potion by the end of the lesson. If you don’t, you will have either an unhealthy orange, or a sour green. Don’t have an orange or green potion.” Severus announced. “All the ingredients are behind me. Begin.”

“I’ve made these loads of times.” Chloë said excitedly to Ron.

“Great.” Ron grinned. “I’ll go get the ingredients.” Talking excitedly to each other and trying to ignore the constant muttering of Hermione behind them, Ron and Chloë made their way through most of the class without incident.

“Miss Snape, what are you doing?” Severus asked, blandly.

“If you add the salamander eyes before stirring twelve times anticlockwise, then it will take fifteen minutes less to boil and doesn’t affect the strength of the outcome.” Chloë said, not removing her gaze from her potion.

“That’s not what the directions say.” Severus replied.

“The directions are inefficient.”

“Five points from Ravenclaw.” Severus kept his eyes on his daughter as her moved away. She shot him a frown before her brows furrowed. He would have to talk to her, just in case she misunderstood his reasoning.

“That was harsh.” Ron muttered. Hermione continued to titter on rapidly behind them, preventing Neville from getting anywhere near their potion. “He’s your dad.”

“He can’t show favoritism.” Chloë defended. “If anyone else had done that and undermined his authority, he’d have done the same.” Severus smiled to himself. She was her mother’s daughter, after all.

“Yeah, but your way is better.” Ron said.

“I don’t think that’s what really matters.” Chloë said, brow still furrowed. “Father can’t be corrected in front of the class, it undermines him. And it especially can’t be by his daughter.”

“Yeah, but it still hurt your feelings.” Ron replied.

“When did you become so clever?” Chloë asked, smiling.

“When we became friends.” Ron said, overdramatically. “You enhance my natural brilliance. Now, I’m unstoppable!”

“Oh, shut it!” Chloë laughed.

“Got you to laugh, though.” Ron grinned.

“Shut it.” Chloë nudged Ron with her hip and he laughed. They continued working, teasing and laughing for the rest of the hour.

“Bottle your potions.” Severus announced, finally. “Bring them to the front. I want a twelve-inch essay about the history of shrinking potions due next week.” The class groaned collectively as they packed up and left the dungeon.

“Time for lunch!” Ron crowed happily as they left the room, waving the Severus on their way out.

“Let’s go find Draco.” Chloë said, happily.

“Where are we going to sit?” Ron asked. “We’re in different houses.”

“So?” Chloë rolled her eyes. “There’s no rule against fraternizing with other houses. Besides, if worse comes to worse, we’ll take food outside.”

“True.” Ron shrugged.

“Hello, you two.” Draco met them outside the Great Hall. “History of Magic is going to bore me to death.”

“Potions was fun.” Chloë said.

“You would say so.” Ron sighed. “She’s bloody brilliant at it.”

“What are we going to do about lunch?” Draco asked.

“Let’s all sit at the Ravenclaw table.” Chloë said, glancing into the Great Hall. “There are more spots open, so less people can complain.” The trio walked in and settled themselves at the end of the Ravenclaw table. Instantly, people hushed and stared at them. They ignored the stares for a long while until Robert Hillard walked up to them, gingerly.

“What are you three doing?” He asked.

“We’re eating lunch.” Chloë said, coolly.

“You can’t sit together here.” Robert said.

“Why not?” Ron asked.

“You two aren’t in Ravenclaw.” Robert was trying to be nice about it. “You can’t sit here.”

“There’s no rule that restricts students to only sitting at one table, which isn’t even officially affiliated with any particular house.” Draco said, haughtily.

“If I rearranged the tables tomorrow, you wouldn’t even know.” Chloë pointed out.

“Look, you guys are freaking everyone else out.” Robert said.

“I don’t see anyone freaking out here besides you.” Ron snapped.

“Calm down, Ron.” Chloë sighed. “Look, I still have to show you the awesome spot, remember?”

“Come on, let’s grab some sandwiches.” Draco said, glowering at Robert. The trio gathered sandwiches in napkins and Chloë led the boys outside. They walked across the grounds, laughing and teasing until they reached the lake. Chloë led them to the Forbidden Forest side of the lake, showing them a large rock that hung over the lake and was flanked by large trees with branches that also hung over the still water. The trees were far removed from the density of the Forbidden Forest, offering some sense of safety from the dangers of the Forest.

“How did you find this place so quickly?” Ron asked, sitting down on the edge of the rock and pulling out his sandwich.

“I’ve come to Hogwarts to visit my father my whole life.” Chloë said. “He brought me here and said it was where him and my mother would hang out because they were in different houses, too.”

“My mother and he.” Draco corrected automatically.

“Why do you do that?” Ron asked through his food.

“It’s a habit.” Draco shrugged. “And it’s not a bad habit, either, to speak with proper grammar.” Chloë plopped down next to Ron and Draco sat on her other side. The trio took off their shoes and socks and stuck their legs into the water.

“So, made any friends in your house, yet?” Chloë asked, biting into her sandwich.

“Well, I know most of the others in my house, simply because our families are friendly, but Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson have been most friendly to me. I guess we’re friends now.” Draco shrugged, kicking the water.

“Hermione Granger and Neville Longbottom seem to be the only people who will talk to me in our year.” Ron said, gloomily. “Harry’s been keeping Seamus Finnegan and Dean Thomas out of even talking to me. They’ve manage to off-put Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown from talking to me, too.”

“I’ve got Padma Patil and Mandy Brocklehurst, but they are closer with Sue Li and Isobel MacDougal.” Chloë sighed. “Everyone seems really focused on their studies. The older students have said that there’s a house-wide study hall every day. It’s going to be so boring.”

“At least you don’t have Harry-bloody-Potter in your house, sharing a dorm room and making your life a hell on earth.” Ron complained, shoving the rest of his sandwich into his mouth.

“Yeah, I got into the cool house.” Draco shrugged. “Everyone seems pretty friendly, to me anyway, and there’s no mandatory study hall.” Chloë took great delight in the scream of shock that Draco let out when she pushed him into the lake.

“I hate you, so much!” Draco snapped, when he emerged from the water, shivering slightly.

“Love you, too, Drakes.” Chloë grinned. Draco glowered at her and Ron grinned.

“Now, I’m going to have to get changed before Transfiguration.” Draco complained.

“You’re more upset about your hair.” Ron teased.

“Shut it, Ron.” Draco shook his hair out, letting the cold droplets land all over Chloë and Ron, making them cry out and cringe away. Draco laughed, making Ron and Chloë laugh as well.

Thank you to Nic28 and Gruffard, my only reviewers from the last chapter. Don’t forget, if you want me to incorporate some of your suggestions, go to the poll I set up and let me know! It took me some time to figure out what I was going to do next and where I was going to put Chloë. Now that I’ve decided, I’ve had a nice long chat with my wifey and she’s helped me figure out where I want to go, at least for their first year at Hogwarts.

I would love some reviews so I know that somebody likes what I’m doing, otherwise I just feel self-conscious trying to write it and then it doesn’t actually get finished.

Link to the suggestions poll: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/index.php/topic/42466-poll-for-chlo-snape-a-biography/

Thank you, my lovelies!

~LP
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