Harry Potter: The Qauter Blood Princess

Yes, I am aware this story is completely ridiculous by the book standard but it is a fanfiction. I connected with Snape's chatacter most and if I could be anyone in the Harry Potter universe that is who I would want to be. Snape's daughter. His connection with the pure blood witch from the USA is completely based on the 'travelling' he supposedly did after school and I like Sayer's story. It would make sense that one of her descendants wouldn't care if her heir was actually hers, or pure blood. She just wanted a child. Enjoy.

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The Great Hall was filled with cheers and laughter as the nervous group of first years were funneled into the room. On the stool in the front of the room sat a sorting hat, and beside it stood Minerva McGonagall, a tall older woman with red hair wound tightly back into a bun. The first year students stood at the base of the steps, waiting to be sorted.

Natilee was like the other first years, standing nervously in the crowd, eyes glued to the sorting hat. She was a transfer from Ilvermorny after two years at the school, her father had moved her to Scotland, for the fresh air and relaxing atmosphere. That then changed her school district to that of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Once she passed the transfer exam she would join the second year students, but she first must be sorted with the first years. Her emerald eyes darted to find her father sitting at the high table, and he offered the slightest upturn to the left corner of his mouth. That small smile was enough to calm Natilee's heart and mind, she belonged here. She had always belonged her. Hogwarts was more home that Ilvermorny had ever been.

"Natilee Snape." McGonagall's voice boomed out across the room with the help of the amplifying charm she had used just earlier. Natilee smiled and guided her long black hair out of her face. She was a touch taller than the others, and one of the last to be sorted this year. She took her seat on the stool, her hands clasped on her lap. She could hear the muttering about her name, but she couldn't find it in herself to care. Her eyes were searching the Gryffindor table, for familiar eyes. They would be green, just like her own. She saw him, black hair and a touch messy just like the picture her father had shown her. He was starring at her, while the red head next to him whispered into his ear. She felt her cheeks turn pink as she looked away, the sorting hat being put on her head.

"Curious, very curious." The Sorting Hat began as it riffled through Natilee's mind. "Your mother was a difficult one too... such a similar mind... a yearning to find what has been lost. A yearning to belong. Better be..... SLYTHERIN" The Sorting hat called out and there were cheers from the all green table near by. Professor Snape couldn't help but clap as his daughter hopped off the stool and went to join the other Slytherin's in his house.

She took a seat just down from Daphne and Astoria, two girls she had the pleasure of meeting a year before at a Wizarding Summer Camp. Both girls smiled and nodded at Natliee, who was known to them as Professor Snape's biological daughter daughter. The woman considered her mother was a pure blood witch from The Americas, who loved her dearly. However, in truth she was a friend of Snape who was unable to have her own children. As a Pure Blood decedent of Isolt Sayer, she needed an heir and since Natilee was only a few months old when Lilly died, she took the child in as her own. Being the only surviving member of her family, there was no one to contest Natilee's birth.

"How was your Summer, Nati?" Astoria asked smiling brightly at the older girl.

"Quite nice, thank you Asti. I had a nice time with father out in the country. I am still apprenticing him in his potions work of course." Natilee added with a brilliant smile. Astoria giggled and Daphne sighed.

"I am having a bit of trouble in potions. I don't know how I will ever face my father if my marks do not improve." Daphne sighed taking a sip of her pumpkin juice. Natliee smiled gently and poured her own goblet from the jug at the table.

"If you like, I can help you, Daphne. Most the potions books have been light reading for me since I was little. Professor Snape believes in constructive play time." Natilee laughed and the other two girls giggled as well. They drew the attention of Pansy Parkinson, who turned her head to look at this new comer who had joined them.

"Daphne, introduce me to your friend, won't you?" Pansy purred, her eyes sharp as she looked Natilee over. Natilee had come across her type before. The type threatened by anyone who could hold their own in beauty or knowledge and it was clear the pair were equally matched. Unlike Daphne and Astoria, Natliee had long dark hair that was currently woven into a long braid over her shoulder. Her emerald eyes shimmered in the fire light like a fresh brewed potion, to which someone had poured just a touch of Felix Felicis to the center, resulting in a golden glow around her iris. She was also a built very similarly to the other girl, despite her slightly shorter build, making her look a bit more cute and feminine compared to the boys who had yet to hit their growth spurt.

"Oh, Yes of course. This is Natilee Snape, she is the Professor's daughter. Remember that Summer Camp you were too busy to go to? We met there." Daphne replied with a bright smile. There was a hint of something else in the girl's eyes. It was just enough that Natilee could sense a subtle wrong.

"Pleasure to meet you, judging by your distinguished presence, I would say you are Miss Pansy Parkinson?" Natilee asked, recognizing her from her father's prattle over dinner last year. It was clear this girl thought the world of herself and Natilee had no intention of starting a fight with her. Not as long as this girl was in good with the Malfoy boy. Being as she was believed to be the daughter of a pure blood witch and her father, who was half, she knew that the Pure bloods more or less ignored the quarter of her blood that was impure due to Severus' contributions to the Slytherin's house as well as her Grandmother being a Prince.

"Yes, that would be me. Welcome to Slytherin, Miss Snape." Pansy purred and the way she said it made Natilee's skin crawl. Her hand itched to slap that smug smile off her face.

"So, Natilee, what year are you joining as? I know you were at Ilvermorny last year." Astoria asked curiously, her eyes were bright and happy. She had come to like Natilee a lot during flying practice at camp. They had been flight buddies.

"I am starting as a second year at Hogwarts. I managed above acceptable marks in the exams you were given last year, so Professor Dumbeldore aloud me to transfer straight into third year." Natilee explained as she began to fill her plate with a piece of fish and vegetables that were easily accessible from her place at the table. "Asti can you pass me the rolls please?" Natilee asked with another brilliant smile. Astoria passed the rolls with a shy grin. It was nice being called by a nick name rather than always being refereed to as a Greengrass. She had never been as respected as her sister, due to the curse of the family, no one expected her to live long.

"Your good at potions aren't you? Perhaps we could finally get ahead of that Know it all Mud blood, Granger." Pansy's mocking voice grated on Natilee's nerves. Her own mother came into mind and she had to force herself not to snap at her.

"Oh come now, Miss Parkinson, there is no reason to befoul your pretty lips with such language. Being as you are a Pure Blood, the bloodlines of one such as Miss Granger is below your position. Why should you degrade yourself with such language?" Natilee asked, careful to use her wording so that Miss Parkinson could see this however she chose to. To be honest, she and her adopted mother had held the same views on the pure blood supremacy. It was balderdash. However, she did know how to work this type of insolent idiot.

"Oh you have a good point, Miss Snape. Now you should really join the girls and I for study time later. We would love to pick your brain about Ilvermorny." Pansy invited and internally Natilee winced. She did not want into this group. She wanted nothing to do with it, but she had to get along. On the outside she smiled and blushed.

"I would love that. Thank you for the invitation." She replied as the feast continued and the group got drawn into a conversation about Pansy's adventure to Russia that summer. Natilee was happy with that, her eyes could wander back to that black haired boy sitting at Gryffindor's table. Maybe... Maybe.