What It's Like To Be Me

Chapter 1 : Of Pranks, Schools and Permanent Files

Slowly across the grounds of Beauxbatons she crept.

'This is going to be the best yet,' her mind raced as she muttered a spell and crept back to her dorm. She wasn't afraid of getting caught, in fact she enjoyed Madame Maxime's face go red as she berated her and she was always too inconspicuous for anyone know it was her. Still she kept her cover and slipped into bed.

The sunlight slowly flooded into her beautiful Beauxbatons dorm. Her roommates stirred as she finished her shower and headed down to breakfast. " Aurora, over here," called the voice of her friend Dezerie. Aurora walked over to her friend and took her seat. Her straight raven hair looking quite odd next to Dez's strawberry blonde curls.

"What did you get up to last night? I came by your dorm but you weren't there," Dez asked.

"Payback, Madame Maxime is so going to regret giving me that detention."

"You're the only 6th year to ever prank teachers and get away with it," Cindy, her other friend pointed out, " but I'd hate to hear what your dad's gonna say about this."

"Shit, I forgot, I'm still on warning from the dungbombs, dad's gonna have my ass on a silver platter," Aurora said frustrated. "Oh well , what's the worst that could happen?"

Suddenly a loud booming yell was heard through the halls of Beauxbatons.

"MISS SNAPE!" came the call of Madame Maxime. Into the hall came the headmistress of Beauxbatons.

"Now the shit is really going to hit the fan," Dez said softly.

"What do you think I am going to do with you, Miss Snape?" said Madame Maxime as she paced her rather large office.

"You continue to make trouble for me."

"I'm not that bad!" Aurora protested.

"Not that bad, what about the dungbombs-"

"They were a harmless prank on some 7th years -"

"- And the stench blossoms -"

"-How was I to know they were stench blossoms-"

"- not to mention a dozen other pranks and this year has just started -"

" - some people enjoy pranks-"

"And all the unnecessary fighting -"

" - it wasn't unnecessary..."

"I'm sorry Miss Snape, but I have no choice but to transfer you," Madame Maxime finished.

Aurora stared at Madame Maxime.

"Transfer me? But to where?"

"I have spoken to your father, he and the headmaster have agreed to take you in at Hogwarts," Madame Maxime explained.

"I don't want to go to Hogwarts, I want to stay here, I'm sorry for all the stuff I've done, but I don't think I've done such bad things to be transferred," Aurora protested.

"Miss Snape, you redecorated the staff room, and wrote ' X-Files ' all over the permanent records. That is grounds for expulsion, I'm being lenient with you," Madame Maxime exclaimed.

Aurora stared at her Headmistress for a few seconds.

"If you have to transfer me, send me to Durmstrang," Aurora told her.

"Under normal circumstances, we would, but Durmstrang is under investigation," said a worried Madame Maxime, "and won't be admitting anymore students."

" But-"

"No buts. Please prepare your things, your father will be here to pick you up tomorrow," said Madame Maxime finally.

"Yes, Madame," sighed Aurora softly as she exited the headmistresses office.

Later that night, Aurora sat on her bed, staring through the large window in the side of the room where her pet raven, Artemis resided.

' Back to Hogwarts,' her mind grumbled. Being back at Hogwarts meant being back with her father, a thing she had been trying to avoid for her past years at Beauxbatons. It wouldn't be hard for the rest of the students to tell she was his daughter. She had the Potions Master's same raven black hair (though hers wasn't in the least bit oily), the same dark eyes, and quite a light complexion earned from her many years inside the darkened halls of Snape Manor's Library. Her father was usually too busy to spend the summer vacation with her, and she didn't care much about having him in the same house. They always kept to themselves and they hadn't even spoken in about 2 years. She had spent the last few summers at her aunt's house.

"Aurora?" came a voice from the hall. She turned all saw Dezerie at the door.

"Come on in," Aurora said grumpily. Dezerie seated herself.

"I'm sorry about the transfer, I promise to write you everyday," Dezerie told her.

"Thanks," Aurora mumbled.

"Maybe it won't be that bad."

"My dad is the head of Slytherin AND the Potions Master. Trust me, it's going to be horrible," said Aurora glumly.

"Hey, maybe by some great stroke of luck, you'll end up in Gryffindor and really piss him off ," said Dez jokingly. With that Aurora let out a small chuckle.

"Hopefully," she said with a yawn.

"You'd better get some sleep , good night Aurora," said Dezerie as she exited the room.

"Good night Dez," she called as she snuggled under her blankets and drifted off to sleep.

Aurora impatiently tapped her foot on the floor of Beaxbatons entrance hall. She had already said her good-byes to her friends and was now waiting with Madame Maxime for her father to arrive. It was Monday, so she was to go to Hogwarts that afternoon, and be sorted at dinner. Suddenly a carriage pulled up at the steps of Beauxbatons castle.

"That will be your father," said Madame Maxime as she proceeded towards the carriage. Aurora noticed two people exit from the carriage. One with a long silvery beard and the other with black greasy hair. Aurora stayed in the entrance hall as she heard the two headmasters and her father exchange greetings. The two men and the giant sized lady soon entered the castle.

"Hello there Aurora, it's nice to see you again," said Dumbledore as he hugged he .

"It's good to see you to," she replied heartily as she returned the hug.

"Hello Aurora," she heard her father say.

Dumbledore then released her.

"Hello father," she said rather stiffly. They stared at each other for a moment more and then Madame Maxime, sensing that no-more conversation was going to take place, led them to her office.

Dumbledore, Aurora and Severus seated themselves in the carriage. Madame Maxime and Dumbledore had basically talked over everything that she had done and how she felt that Aurora was "out of control" as Madame Maxime had put it. The trip to Hogwarts was a quiet one. Dumbledore tried several times to strike up conversation, but to no avail. And when Aurora felt she was going to burst, they arrived at the doors of Hogwarts.

Harry , Ron and Hermione seated themselves at the Gryffindor Table. It was dinnertime and they were all awfully tired from their classes that day.

"Where do you think Dumbledore was at lunchtime? He wasn't at the high table," said Harry as he spooned himself some beef casserole.

"Probably off doing something for the ministry," said Ron with his mouth full.

"Then why was Snape gone, too?" Harry questioned.

"Maybe it was Order Of The Phoenix business," said Hermione quaintly.

"Or maybe not. Look," said Ron as he pointed towards the high table. Dumbledore and Snape had arrived, and had taken their seats. Professor McGonagall rose and entered one of the doors behind the high table.

"What's going on?" said Neville as Professor McGonagall arrived with a stool and the famous Hogwarts Sorting Hat. No sooner had Neville asked, that Dumbledore stood up and addressed the students.

"Today Hogwarts receives a new student. We hope you treat her like you would like to be treated." With that, Professor McGonagall led Aurora into the Great Hall.

"Aurora Snape," she said as Aurora sat on the stool amidst the whispers of the students and Professor McGonagall lowered the hat onto her head .

~ *...* - means sorting hat's voice .

*Ahhh, Aurora Snape, I sorted your father and mother a long time ago. Your father was quite easy to decide, though your mother was not quite as easy . Now where am I to put you?*

'I don't really mind, just put me where I belong,' she said lazily.

*Well, you are smart, you are quite loyal, you seem extremely brave, and you have a very keen hunger to prove yourself. You're going to be a hard one to judge*

'Ravenclaw doesn't sound too bad,' she mumbled.

*No, Ravenclaw doesn't seem like the place for you, you are too independent for Ravenclaw. You wouldn't do well in Hufflepuff either. I guess that leaves Gryffindor and Slytherin*

'Doesn't matter to me, just put me where you think will lead me right,' she muttered.

*I see it now, you belong in ...*

"I wonder what's taking so long," Harry whispered.

"She's a Snape. I'm surprised the hat didn't call out Slytherin the second it saw her," Ron muttered.

"You never know, she could end up anywhere," Hermione said as she gazed at the stool. The Sorting Hat opened its mouth and muttered one word so that the whole hall could hear.

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