Post by Bära on Jun 24, 2013 14:11:29 GMT -5
(Sooo. This is what I have so far of my Snape love story for Wattpad. Opinions would be nice, thanks! Also, please excuse any typos, WordPad doesn't have SpellCheck.
This is Rhiannon: LINK
This is her backstory:
Rhiannon Clark hated Beauxbatons. The girls spread rumors if you were late to dinner, started whispering about a looming mental breakdown if you so much as cut your hair, and -of course- judged each other on how short your skirt was and which teacher you'd slept with. She wanted a way out, though her mother passing wasn't the way she was looking for. Everywhere her father looked, something reminded him of her. So, he packed up their things, grabbed his daughter and moved them to England, where Rhia was accepted into Hogwarts for her sixth year.)
Chapter ONE
I sat up to the beeping of my alarm, my eyes blinking sleepily as I indolently swipe a hand at it before pulling the sheets back over my head. "Rhia, time to get up!" my dad calls and I let out a groan before sitting up again to turn my alarm off properly before swinging my legs over the side of my bed. I stand and pad across the hardwood floor to my closet, pulling out my favorite grey shirt that read 'Peace Love & Rock N Roll', then slip off my pink sleep shorts and undies to pull on a clean pair of panties and a pair of denim shorts. I grab a mismatched pair of socks and sit on my bed to pull them on before slipping my feet into my high top black Vans.
"Rhia?" my dad calls again.
"I'm coming." I yell back, yanking my brush through my tangled mass of bleached blonde hair.
Once my hair is to my liking, I stuff my brush into my small carry-on bag and rush out my bedroom door and down the stairs. Butterflies blossomed in my stomach. By this time tomorrow I was going to be waking up in a bunk at Hogwarts.
"Hey, bud, what do you want for breakfast?" my dad asks, looking up from his cup of coffee as he sat at a stool.
"Nothing." I reply. He gives me a disaproving look but I ignore it, instead checking the clock. "Time to go, Dad, if I don't want to be left." I say, shifting nervously from foot to foot. He stands, muttering something about impatience, before he dumps the rest of his coffee down the sink and walks over to grabs my trunk. I rush over to the refrigerator to grab a juice box before following him out the door, locking the door behind us.
I lead my dad to the space between platforms Nine and Ten and a puzzled expression comes across my face. "I don't see it." I mutter crossly as Dad stops the cart holding my trunk and bags beside me. A plump red headed woman passes, children following her. I catch the word 'muggle' and hesitantly step up to her to tap her lgithly on the shoulder.
"Yes, dear?" she asks, turning to me. I like her immediately. She had the air of a woman who was kind, but wouldn't take any sort of disrespect.
"Um, I was wondering where platform 9 and 3/4 was." I ask, offering her a small smile.
"Ah, well, you jsut walk right at that wall -helps if you have a bit of a run at it- and you jsut pass through. Show her, Ron." she answers, nodding her head to a tall ginger boy. He walks right at it, picking up a bit of a jog before he just.. disappeared.
"Thank you so much." I say happily, turning to my dad.
"I love you, bud, send me lots of owls." he says, pulling me into his arms.
"I will, Dad." I promise, planting a kiss on his cheek before taking the cart from him. With a last glance back, I start towards the very solid looking wall. I close my blue eyes and pick up a jog, and they opened again to see a huge red train. Kids my age, some older, some younger were milling around and I quickly take my luggage and start onto the train, the mere thought of being left behind frightening me.
"Would you like some help?" a voice asks me and I turn to see the ginger boy -Ron- looking at me.
"Oh, uh, sure." I reply, nodding. He easily takes it and I follow him into a compartment where a girl with bushy brown hair was sitting with a black haired boy.
"Harry, Hermione, this is.. uh, I don't think I caught your name." he says, putting up my trunk before turning to me.
I'm suddenly self conscious with three sets of eyes on me, but manage to answer "Rhiannon, but everyone calls me Rhia." A small smile graces my features and they all smile at me, introducing themselves. Hermione pats the seat beside her, at the window, and I easily take it, crossing my legs over each other.
"You're new, aren't you?" Harry asks me and I raise my gaze to his.
"Yeah, I used to go to Beauxbatons, but then my mother died and my dad moved us here." I reply. All three say their apologies but I shrug my shoulders. I never understood it- why should they say sorry? It wasn't their fault.
I jump as the train gets going and Ron waves out the window to the woman who must be his mother and I spot my dad. I get up and wave, and catch his eye. A sad grin spreas across his face but he waves back before we chug off and pass out of sight.
I stay quiet while my companions catch up about what had happened over the summer, my passing scenery outside holding my gaze. I only look up to buy a Chocolate Frog from the cart and settle in to eat it, looking at my Albus Dumbledore card. I didn't collect them, but they were pretty cool. I put it into my pocket and stand with Hermione as she says that she was going to get her robes on. I follow her to change, making smalltalk before coming back into the compartment.
"So, Rhia, what was Beauxbatons like?" Hermione asks, obviously hoping to get me more involved in the comversation. A wry grin spreads across my lips and I shake my head slightly.
"Everyone was a snobby bitch, everyone thought they were better than each other." I reply, and she nods, apparently having heard the same story before.
"What are the classes like at Hogwarts?" I ask.
"Oh, they're rpetty easy-" she starts before Ron cuts her off.
"She's the smartest in the school, so don't judge by her standards." he says and I raise my eyebrows at her before looking back out the window as the train slows.
"Looks like we're there." Harry says, standing to peer out the window beside me.
"No dip, Sherlock." I reply, nudging him with my elbow playfully. He rolls his eyes at me before we exit our compartment to wait in the mob to get off the train.
"Firs' years, firs' years over her!" I hear, and start over towards a giant of a man with a large beard.
"Um, I'm new, do I go with the First Years?" I ask politely and he nods, a smile moving his beard. I nod my thanks before clambering into a boat with a two blonde girls and a brunette boy who both look scared spitless. I almsot chuckle at them, but instead stay quiet as the boats push off from the shore and start across the lake.
I tilt my head back, my mouth oepn into a perfect little 'o' as I looked up at the castle. It was amazing, spectacular, actually. I duck my head with the others as we enter the hole in the cliff wall before scrambling out onto the rocks. I follow Hagrid up and a witch opens the door, introducing herself as PRofessor McGonagall. We follow her in, organizing ourselves into a line before she leads us in.
All eyes turn to us, and I feel my cheeks heat up. I hated being the center of attention, and, surely, it was about to get much worse. McGonagall pulls up a four-legged stool and places an old hat upon it which promptly launches into a song. The smaller kids surrounding me gasped slightly, their eyes wide. I had known what was coming and shift on my feet as we're soon called up in alphabetical order by last name. Mine was 'Clark' so I was soon called. I step out of line and start up towards the stool. It was like an out-of-body experience, but, then again, everytime I was up in front of a large crowd it was.
"Hmmm. Strong beliefs in equality, could send you to Hufflepuff. You're certainly a bright one, perhaps Ravenclaw. A hidden bit of cunning is in there also, though it better be- GRYFFINDOR." the hat yells the last part and Harry, Hermione, and Ron stand and cheer. A broad grin spreads across my face and I take off the hat and gently place it back on top of the stool before walking towards what was apparently thr Gryffindor table.
"Awesome, Rhia! You can share a room with me, there's a spare bunk." Hermione says happily and I nod, leaning across the table to give Harry a high five.
The rest of the Sorting passes in what seems to be a blink of an eye and soon a whole feat is sitting before us. I heap my plate with all sorts of good things, from lamb and a salad to ice cream and chocolate. I hadn't known I was so hungry, but I had skipped breakfast and only had a single Chocolate Frog for what could barely pass as lunch.
Soon Dumbledore is adressing us one last time before he sends us off to our dorm. I follow Hermione as we start up the stairs towards Gryffindor Tower, Harry and Ron walking slightly ahead of us. We stop in front of a portrait of the Fat Lady, to which someone says 'white fur' and it swings open to reveal comfy looking armchairs, some couches, and a roaring fire. I walk in and a yawn escapes me. "Will you show me up to our room?" I ask Hermione and she nods and we say goodnight to the boys before starting up the stairs. I flop onto my bed and stretch, another hearty yawn escaping me. I sit up and dig through my trunk to pull out a pair of plaid short shorts and a white tank top. I slip into both and crawl under the covers.
"I'm gonna go back down." she says and I nod, mumbling a 'night' before flicking off the lamp and soon fall asleep.
Chapter TWO
(not done yet)
"Rhia, wake up." a voice says before someone shakes my shoulder. I grumble and sit up, rubbing at my eyes. "Hurry up for breakfast." Hermione says, and I grunt in reply. She chuckles before starting at her tie. I grab my toothbrush and toothpaste and scuffle into the bathroom. I brush and then come out and change into my robes, easily tying my tie neatly. I run my brush through my hair, leaving it down. I fiddle with one of my lip piercings as I set about gathering my parchment, quills, and books. I start after Hermione at a trot as we meet up with Harry and Ron in the common room before starting towards breakfast.
I sit beside Harry and across from Ron as they eat; I never ate breakfast. Hermione gives me a five minute long lecture but I drown most of it out by watching as the owls arrived. I didn't have an owl, but I had a tabby cat back home named Sparkle. Soon its time for classes to start and I'm suddenly really glad that I had friends so that I didn't get lost- I was usually bad with directions, but in Hogwarts it was especially bad, because the people in paintings tended to move around so nothing was every really in the same spot it was before.
Binns wasn't as bad as everyone made him out to be, but I'd always loved history, so who was I to say? Flitwick's class passed quickly, as did McGonagall's. Potions was fairly boring and soon I'm walking into Defense Against The Dark Arts. A tall black haired teacher sits behind the desk, a disaproving look upon his face. "Someone pissed in his tea." I whisper over to Ron, who chuckles and attempts to hide a smile.
"That's Snape, he hates everyone." he replies and I nod slightly.
"Ah, a new student, and a fairly chatty one at that. Stand up and tell everyone your name." a deep voice says and I look up to see Snape standing in front of me. I silently stand, a redness washing across my cheeks. I always hated to be the center of attention, or be called out in class- this was two in one.
"Uhm. I'm Rhiannon Clark, though everyone calls me Rhia." I say quietly, looking at my feet.
"Louder." he says and I boldly glare up at him.
"RHIANNON CLARK." I fairly shout, and the class bursts into giggles.
"Well, Miss Clark, detention here at six, and five points from Gryffindor." Snape says, a cold smile sliding across his face. I sit back down and glower at his back as he walks away.
"Fucking detention! On the first day!" I exclaim as we walk out of DADA.
In resonse, everyone else shakes their head darkly. We head up to the common room, Hermione and I ascending the stairs to put our books up before heading to dinner. I glance up at the teacher's table in Great Hall, my gaze falling upon Snape, who had his eyes trained on me. When my gaze meets his, he immediately looks away and I roll my eyes to myself before tucking into dinner.
I let a sigh as the food disappears, standing up. "I have to get to Snape's room for detention." I say unhappily and Harry gives me a thumbs up, which doesn't exactly lift my spirits.
I knock on the door, my blue gaze trained towards my feet as he opens the door. "Ah, Miss Clark, come in." Snape says, walking back towards his desk. I turn to close the door behind me, making a face to myself before turning back around. I walk up to stand in front of his desk, my hands clapsed behind my back awkwardly.
"You have a report to do." he says, gesturing to a book that lay on a desk beside his. I sigh and pull the chair out before sitting down, opening the book and starting to read.
Soon I'm starting to write, and he looks slightly surprised. "What?" I ask crossly.
"Don't get cheeky. It's just you read very fast." Snape replies, and I'm slightly surprised at how soft his voice is as he voices his explanation.
I grunt in reply, my quill still flitting quickly across the page.
This is Rhiannon: LINK
This is her backstory:
Rhiannon Clark hated Beauxbatons. The girls spread rumors if you were late to dinner, started whispering about a looming mental breakdown if you so much as cut your hair, and -of course- judged each other on how short your skirt was and which teacher you'd slept with. She wanted a way out, though her mother passing wasn't the way she was looking for. Everywhere her father looked, something reminded him of her. So, he packed up their things, grabbed his daughter and moved them to England, where Rhia was accepted into Hogwarts for her sixth year.)
Chapter ONE
I sat up to the beeping of my alarm, my eyes blinking sleepily as I indolently swipe a hand at it before pulling the sheets back over my head. "Rhia, time to get up!" my dad calls and I let out a groan before sitting up again to turn my alarm off properly before swinging my legs over the side of my bed. I stand and pad across the hardwood floor to my closet, pulling out my favorite grey shirt that read 'Peace Love & Rock N Roll', then slip off my pink sleep shorts and undies to pull on a clean pair of panties and a pair of denim shorts. I grab a mismatched pair of socks and sit on my bed to pull them on before slipping my feet into my high top black Vans.
"Rhia?" my dad calls again.
"I'm coming." I yell back, yanking my brush through my tangled mass of bleached blonde hair.
Once my hair is to my liking, I stuff my brush into my small carry-on bag and rush out my bedroom door and down the stairs. Butterflies blossomed in my stomach. By this time tomorrow I was going to be waking up in a bunk at Hogwarts.
"Hey, bud, what do you want for breakfast?" my dad asks, looking up from his cup of coffee as he sat at a stool.
"Nothing." I reply. He gives me a disaproving look but I ignore it, instead checking the clock. "Time to go, Dad, if I don't want to be left." I say, shifting nervously from foot to foot. He stands, muttering something about impatience, before he dumps the rest of his coffee down the sink and walks over to grabs my trunk. I rush over to the refrigerator to grab a juice box before following him out the door, locking the door behind us.
I lead my dad to the space between platforms Nine and Ten and a puzzled expression comes across my face. "I don't see it." I mutter crossly as Dad stops the cart holding my trunk and bags beside me. A plump red headed woman passes, children following her. I catch the word 'muggle' and hesitantly step up to her to tap her lgithly on the shoulder.
"Yes, dear?" she asks, turning to me. I like her immediately. She had the air of a woman who was kind, but wouldn't take any sort of disrespect.
"Um, I was wondering where platform 9 and 3/4 was." I ask, offering her a small smile.
"Ah, well, you jsut walk right at that wall -helps if you have a bit of a run at it- and you jsut pass through. Show her, Ron." she answers, nodding her head to a tall ginger boy. He walks right at it, picking up a bit of a jog before he just.. disappeared.
"Thank you so much." I say happily, turning to my dad.
"I love you, bud, send me lots of owls." he says, pulling me into his arms.
"I will, Dad." I promise, planting a kiss on his cheek before taking the cart from him. With a last glance back, I start towards the very solid looking wall. I close my blue eyes and pick up a jog, and they opened again to see a huge red train. Kids my age, some older, some younger were milling around and I quickly take my luggage and start onto the train, the mere thought of being left behind frightening me.
"Would you like some help?" a voice asks me and I turn to see the ginger boy -Ron- looking at me.
"Oh, uh, sure." I reply, nodding. He easily takes it and I follow him into a compartment where a girl with bushy brown hair was sitting with a black haired boy.
"Harry, Hermione, this is.. uh, I don't think I caught your name." he says, putting up my trunk before turning to me.
I'm suddenly self conscious with three sets of eyes on me, but manage to answer "Rhiannon, but everyone calls me Rhia." A small smile graces my features and they all smile at me, introducing themselves. Hermione pats the seat beside her, at the window, and I easily take it, crossing my legs over each other.
"You're new, aren't you?" Harry asks me and I raise my gaze to his.
"Yeah, I used to go to Beauxbatons, but then my mother died and my dad moved us here." I reply. All three say their apologies but I shrug my shoulders. I never understood it- why should they say sorry? It wasn't their fault.
I jump as the train gets going and Ron waves out the window to the woman who must be his mother and I spot my dad. I get up and wave, and catch his eye. A sad grin spreas across his face but he waves back before we chug off and pass out of sight.
I stay quiet while my companions catch up about what had happened over the summer, my passing scenery outside holding my gaze. I only look up to buy a Chocolate Frog from the cart and settle in to eat it, looking at my Albus Dumbledore card. I didn't collect them, but they were pretty cool. I put it into my pocket and stand with Hermione as she says that she was going to get her robes on. I follow her to change, making smalltalk before coming back into the compartment.
"So, Rhia, what was Beauxbatons like?" Hermione asks, obviously hoping to get me more involved in the comversation. A wry grin spreads across my lips and I shake my head slightly.
"Everyone was a snobby bitch, everyone thought they were better than each other." I reply, and she nods, apparently having heard the same story before.
"What are the classes like at Hogwarts?" I ask.
"Oh, they're rpetty easy-" she starts before Ron cuts her off.
"She's the smartest in the school, so don't judge by her standards." he says and I raise my eyebrows at her before looking back out the window as the train slows.
"Looks like we're there." Harry says, standing to peer out the window beside me.
"No dip, Sherlock." I reply, nudging him with my elbow playfully. He rolls his eyes at me before we exit our compartment to wait in the mob to get off the train.
"Firs' years, firs' years over her!" I hear, and start over towards a giant of a man with a large beard.
"Um, I'm new, do I go with the First Years?" I ask politely and he nods, a smile moving his beard. I nod my thanks before clambering into a boat with a two blonde girls and a brunette boy who both look scared spitless. I almsot chuckle at them, but instead stay quiet as the boats push off from the shore and start across the lake.
I tilt my head back, my mouth oepn into a perfect little 'o' as I looked up at the castle. It was amazing, spectacular, actually. I duck my head with the others as we enter the hole in the cliff wall before scrambling out onto the rocks. I follow Hagrid up and a witch opens the door, introducing herself as PRofessor McGonagall. We follow her in, organizing ourselves into a line before she leads us in.
All eyes turn to us, and I feel my cheeks heat up. I hated being the center of attention, and, surely, it was about to get much worse. McGonagall pulls up a four-legged stool and places an old hat upon it which promptly launches into a song. The smaller kids surrounding me gasped slightly, their eyes wide. I had known what was coming and shift on my feet as we're soon called up in alphabetical order by last name. Mine was 'Clark' so I was soon called. I step out of line and start up towards the stool. It was like an out-of-body experience, but, then again, everytime I was up in front of a large crowd it was.
"Hmmm. Strong beliefs in equality, could send you to Hufflepuff. You're certainly a bright one, perhaps Ravenclaw. A hidden bit of cunning is in there also, though it better be- GRYFFINDOR." the hat yells the last part and Harry, Hermione, and Ron stand and cheer. A broad grin spreads across my face and I take off the hat and gently place it back on top of the stool before walking towards what was apparently thr Gryffindor table.
"Awesome, Rhia! You can share a room with me, there's a spare bunk." Hermione says happily and I nod, leaning across the table to give Harry a high five.
The rest of the Sorting passes in what seems to be a blink of an eye and soon a whole feat is sitting before us. I heap my plate with all sorts of good things, from lamb and a salad to ice cream and chocolate. I hadn't known I was so hungry, but I had skipped breakfast and only had a single Chocolate Frog for what could barely pass as lunch.
Soon Dumbledore is adressing us one last time before he sends us off to our dorm. I follow Hermione as we start up the stairs towards Gryffindor Tower, Harry and Ron walking slightly ahead of us. We stop in front of a portrait of the Fat Lady, to which someone says 'white fur' and it swings open to reveal comfy looking armchairs, some couches, and a roaring fire. I walk in and a yawn escapes me. "Will you show me up to our room?" I ask Hermione and she nods and we say goodnight to the boys before starting up the stairs. I flop onto my bed and stretch, another hearty yawn escaping me. I sit up and dig through my trunk to pull out a pair of plaid short shorts and a white tank top. I slip into both and crawl under the covers.
"I'm gonna go back down." she says and I nod, mumbling a 'night' before flicking off the lamp and soon fall asleep.
Chapter TWO
(not done yet)
"Rhia, wake up." a voice says before someone shakes my shoulder. I grumble and sit up, rubbing at my eyes. "Hurry up for breakfast." Hermione says, and I grunt in reply. She chuckles before starting at her tie. I grab my toothbrush and toothpaste and scuffle into the bathroom. I brush and then come out and change into my robes, easily tying my tie neatly. I run my brush through my hair, leaving it down. I fiddle with one of my lip piercings as I set about gathering my parchment, quills, and books. I start after Hermione at a trot as we meet up with Harry and Ron in the common room before starting towards breakfast.
I sit beside Harry and across from Ron as they eat; I never ate breakfast. Hermione gives me a five minute long lecture but I drown most of it out by watching as the owls arrived. I didn't have an owl, but I had a tabby cat back home named Sparkle. Soon its time for classes to start and I'm suddenly really glad that I had friends so that I didn't get lost- I was usually bad with directions, but in Hogwarts it was especially bad, because the people in paintings tended to move around so nothing was every really in the same spot it was before.
Binns wasn't as bad as everyone made him out to be, but I'd always loved history, so who was I to say? Flitwick's class passed quickly, as did McGonagall's. Potions was fairly boring and soon I'm walking into Defense Against The Dark Arts. A tall black haired teacher sits behind the desk, a disaproving look upon his face. "Someone pissed in his tea." I whisper over to Ron, who chuckles and attempts to hide a smile.
"That's Snape, he hates everyone." he replies and I nod slightly.
"Ah, a new student, and a fairly chatty one at that. Stand up and tell everyone your name." a deep voice says and I look up to see Snape standing in front of me. I silently stand, a redness washing across my cheeks. I always hated to be the center of attention, or be called out in class- this was two in one.
"Uhm. I'm Rhiannon Clark, though everyone calls me Rhia." I say quietly, looking at my feet.
"Louder." he says and I boldly glare up at him.
"RHIANNON CLARK." I fairly shout, and the class bursts into giggles.
"Well, Miss Clark, detention here at six, and five points from Gryffindor." Snape says, a cold smile sliding across his face. I sit back down and glower at his back as he walks away.
"Fucking detention! On the first day!" I exclaim as we walk out of DADA.
In resonse, everyone else shakes their head darkly. We head up to the common room, Hermione and I ascending the stairs to put our books up before heading to dinner. I glance up at the teacher's table in Great Hall, my gaze falling upon Snape, who had his eyes trained on me. When my gaze meets his, he immediately looks away and I roll my eyes to myself before tucking into dinner.
I let a sigh as the food disappears, standing up. "I have to get to Snape's room for detention." I say unhappily and Harry gives me a thumbs up, which doesn't exactly lift my spirits.
I knock on the door, my blue gaze trained towards my feet as he opens the door. "Ah, Miss Clark, come in." Snape says, walking back towards his desk. I turn to close the door behind me, making a face to myself before turning back around. I walk up to stand in front of his desk, my hands clapsed behind my back awkwardly.
"You have a report to do." he says, gesturing to a book that lay on a desk beside his. I sigh and pull the chair out before sitting down, opening the book and starting to read.
Soon I'm starting to write, and he looks slightly surprised. "What?" I ask crossly.
"Don't get cheeky. It's just you read very fast." Snape replies, and I'm slightly surprised at how soft his voice is as he voices his explanation.
I grunt in reply, my quill still flitting quickly across the page.
