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Feeling so fly like a D-Criss| Jess's NOM | GERONIMO | Part Hobbit | Victimised by Moffat
*pops in* HELLO. another new reader
It's brilliant. I love everything. And I mean EVERYTHING. The idea of Ava having a diary is cute, I just wanna pinch her wittle cheeks and give her a BIG hug. And yeah.
Keep up the good work
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there's a very strange vibration, that pierces me right to the core--------------------------- ----------------------------------samantha joan star - seventh year - hufflepuff
caffeine princess ♬ lunchbox adventurer ❀ little rose
Two new readers?! *SQUISHESYOUPEOPLE* Hehe, ily guys. Which is why I wrote this somewhat-lengthy Christmas chapter. Enjoy!
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Hogwarts: December 25, 1996
With no anticipation of the holiday season, Christmas came quickly, and much sooner than Ava had expected.
"See you after break!" she'd told Beatrice and Roxy the morning most of Hogwarts' students set off homeward. They had exchanged hugs and grins and that was that. The twins left on the express along with the others and Ava was left to herself. The days shortly thereafter were spent dozing and doodling- mostly consisting of mindless tasks to ease the girl's growing boredom. For once, she couldn't wait for the holiday season to be over.
Upon Christmas morning the young girl found, much to her surprise, a small pile of gifts addressed to herself at the foot of the bed. Mabel, a mouse-like little girl that Ava bunked next to, had also received a pile, though her's was considerably bigger.
"Merry Christmas Ava," Mabel grinned, as the two sat on their beds deciding which presents to open first.
"Merry Christmas Mabel," Ava returned. Her pile was made up of seven presents- seven little, neatly decorated boxes. She stared with the smallest.
The smallest box was actually two boxes stacked on top of each other, neatly ribboned together with a letter sandwiched between the two. She tore the ribbon off, setting the letter to the side- she'd open that last.
"So who're yours from?" Mabel asked, indicating the gifts.
Ava shrugged. "Dunno. I didn't think I'd get any." She tore off the wrappings, lifting the lid off the first box. Inside was a small vial of clear fluid... Professor Slughorn. The girl smiled. "I guess I'll find out."
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Among the things Ava had received were a vial of sleeping potion and a chocolate frog card from Professor Slughorn. A scarf from Beatrice and the matching hat from Roxy, a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavored Jelly Beans from Professor Dumbledore, an old pearl ring from Draco and a carton of chocolates from Mabel were also graciously accepted. The present from Professor Slughorn came with a card, which only showed a drawing of the top of her puzzling box Dumbledore had given her, and said plainly, 'Merry Christmas'. The box from Dumbledore had a note fixed to the side of it inviting her to the staff Christmas Feast, an event she would be most definitely be attending later that evening. And then the gift from Draco merely had a scrap of parchment inside saying, 'Mum was cleaning out her jewelry box. Merry Christmas.'
But it was the very last gift that caught the girl's eye. So small, she probably wouldn't have noticed it had it not been set at the top of the pile, the box was only addressed to her with no indication of who the giver might be. It was a small, black box, the kind you might find a wedding ring in. But rather than holding a ring, the box held a locket with a delicate silver chain. And as she slipped it on before heading down the hall and off to the feast, Ava had to guess at who it might be from.
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The girl skipped off to the Room of Requirement, all done up in her Sunday best, at promptly seven o' clock. Her hair hung simply down past her shoulders and her usual attire had been swapped for a black velvet dress and ballet flats.
"My, don't you look nice!" Professor Slughorn grinned as she entered the room. He too had dressed up for the occassion.
"As do you sir," she said with a smile. The girl had almost taken her place next to the Professor when the Headmaster appeared from seemingly nowhere.
"Ah, Ava! I'm glad you could make it," Professor Dumbledore greeted. "But if you would be so kind, I have an errand for you."
The girl nodded. "Of course."
Picking up a tray, Dumbledore snapped his fingers and a house elf appeared next to it, gently taking the tray off his hands. "I would very much appreciate it if you would accompany Winky here to take this tray to Professor Snape. He's feeling a bit under the weather, unfortunately," he said gently. And before Ava could respond, Winky set off out the door and down the hall.
Practically sprinting to keep up, Ava and Winky soon found themselves at the entrance to the dungeons. At this point, the house elf handed the tray over to Ava and promptly disappeared.
"Figures," Ava sighed. Carefully, she held the tray in both hands and set off through the dank hallways in search of Professor Snape's office. After many fruitless minutes of searching, she found a narrow hallway tucked away by the Slytherin common room. Taking this, she crept up the stairs to find a door. She knocked twice.
"Professor Snape?" she called. A muffled response came from the other side telling her to come in. The twelve year old gently pushed open the door to find herself in an office, but Professor Snape was nowhere to be found. To Ava's left was a staircase guarded by a black tapestry. Pushing the tapestry aside, girl and tray set up the stairs.
She found herself in an orderly room, much like the one she'd had back in Professor Dumbledore's suite, this one slightly smaller, however, and lacking any windows. In a chair by the opposite wall was Professor Snape.
"Professor Dumbledore asked me to bring you this. He said you were feeling ill," Ava explained quietly.
Sensing that she did not want to be here, Severus nodded and set down his book. "Just set it on the bedside table," he said calmly.
Ava blinked, before giving a curt nod. "Of course, Professor," she said. The girl set the tray down as she was told and headed for the stairs. Stopping in her tracks, Ava asked, "Professor Snape?"
"Yes, Miss Pierce?" he asked cautiously. The girl looked up at him and gave a faint smile.
"Merry Christmas," Ava said softly. There was a brief pause in which the air hung heavily before he answered.
Feeling so fly like a D-Criss| Jess's NOM | GERONIMO | Part Hobbit | Victimised by Moffat
lkerwjflksjlfkjsdlkfjdsfklkjekf BUT KSJgk.dsjlfkhdskfjdslhfdf I have no words. just claps .... yes, I am clapping. REALLY GOOOOOOD
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everytime i think i had enough, i start heading for the door-------------------------------------------
there's a very strange vibration, that pierces me right to the core--------------------------- ----------------------------------samantha joan star - seventh year - hufflepuff
caffeine princess ♬ lunchbox adventurer ❀ little rose
Hogwarts: 1997
Selective Letters From Ava:
1/1
Happy New Year's! Even as I write fireworks are going off on the grounds and somebody's hosting a party down in the common room. McGonagall wasn't too happy to find that Weasley Wizard Wheezes products were being set off, but I suppose she didn't have the heart to ruin our spirits. Don't worry, if she doesn't, Filch will. Despite the festivities, I thought I'd jot a few things down before heading down to the party. Lest I forget.
Holiday went better than I'd anticipated. Dumbledore invited me to his Christmas feast, and I actually got presents- which was incredibly surprising. Mabel was here too, and as much as her squeaky little voice drives me bonkers, it was nice to have some company, though I never did figure out exactly why she didn't go home. I think it was something about her parents having too much to deal with. The girl's got like eight siblings, I probably would've kicked her out too. In any case, we had a spectacular time visiting around the castle. The Christmas trees here are huge.
5/23
This year has been nearly as bland as my first, and I'd say I was glad it's almost over except for the fact that I have absolutely no idea what's going to happen to me over the summer. I suppose I'll just stay here, but Professor Dumbledore hasn't been looking particularly outstanding on the rare occasions that I've seen him. One of these days we're all going to find out that that man is a hundred and eighty six or something. I can't be off by much...
Since Christmas, I've been eagerly trying to decode Professor Slughorn's letter. I think it's a clue as to how I'm supposed to get my box open, but as of yet, I haven't found anything. I wish he'd just tell me. I can tell that Dumbledore has spoken to some of the professors about my father, or at least that they know something about him and won't tell me. I don't get it. Obviously my mother didn't like him, but if my options are between being an orphan and having a father, I'll take the latter. I don't think a person can be that bad. But maybe protecting me from him was mother's dying wish or something... Even still, I'd kill to know who he is. He can't be any worse than mum.
Earlier today Gryffindor won the Quidditch cup! They were playing against Slytherin, but I still can't help but feel excited. This is the house I'm stuck in, after all. It was a good match, and an even better party. The match was rather boring, except for my marveling at the players' ability to stay on a broom for that long, and laughing whenever somebody got hit by a bludger. Quidditch is really a rather comical sport. But great game equals great food, and it seems like everybody in this house knows how to get into the kitchens without causing suspicion. I myself helped out a bit transporting food up to the common room. All in all, I have to say that things have definitely not been as I expected. Gryffindor really isn't that bad.
6/18
It's late. Nearly midnight. And something's going on downstairs. But the only thing that matters is I've done it. I've gotten it open. And there's someone I've got to find.
Superfan of: Minerva, Severus, Albus, Hermione <3 Travelling/ History geek/ TV show addict
How did I miss two chapters?! Anyway, I loved the Christmas atmosphere and the opening of presents, even when reading the HP books I always loved to read about the gifts the trio got, I can't even explain why. And the diary is very cute, but the most important thing is that she opened the box!
caffeine princess ♬ lunchbox adventurer ❀ little rose
Gryffindor Girl's Dormitory: June 18, 1997
Prior to the noise downstairs, Ava had been laying angrily on her bed staring at her box and Professor Slughorn's letter.
"Ugh!" she moaned, tossing the sheet of parchment down in frustration. This wasn't fair. Why couldn't she figure it out? She gave a huff of hot air before looking back down at the paper. She held it out at arm's length, squinting her eyes. At this point, she was desperate enough to try anything. But still no such luck. Setting the parchment down, Ava glance back at her box and froze.
Out of the corner of her eye she spotted something suspicious. Something so slight that it was no wonder she hadn't noticed. And drawing her wand, the girl pointed it at the box. "Lumos." And right before her eyes, Ava caught the clue.
Misses Avery Harlan Corriane Pierce
The four letters that faded more slowly than the rest, the four letters spelling out a key, O-P-E-N. Open. And quickly, Ava tapped the letters in order, just as they began to fade. Her breath caught in her throat as a soft 'click' announced that the box had opened.
Tentatively, the second year gently lifted the lid. She gasped as she caught first glimpse of its contents. What looked to be a lock of dark brown hair, her hair, was pinned to a small blanket that was sitting at the top of the stack. Carefully moving it away, Ava set it on the bed and looked down at the pile. Inside the box was another locket, this one silver and slightly more weighted than the one she received for Christmas. Pushing the clasp, she opened the locket. Behind the second window was a picture of her father. She couldn't help but feel her heart drop to her feet. The man in the picture was so small, Ava could hardly make him out. She squinted, trying to let her eyes adjust. But the man was unrecognizable, a stranger. She finally closed the locket and set it down with a sigh. She didn't know what she'd been expecting. To finally find the man she'd been searching for? She didn't know who he was. She didn't even know his name. And before she judged any more, the child returned back to the box with shaking hands.
The girl's heart leapt as she saw what was in front of her. Pictures. The first was old and scratched, but the figure was prominent. A young man with long dark hair and pale skin, and dark eyes that couldn't have ever possibly seen light. Ava gasped. This could not be who she thought it was. She stared for a moment, letting the thought hit her full on. No. It was a coincidence. Setting the image down, she picked up the other two. The first was of her mother- younger, healthier, and with a much rounder mid-section, a hand resting upon it. But her eyes glanced downwards and her hair fell limply over her face. Her mother- alone, stunned, and ashamed. The other was of Ava, shortly after she had been born.
With her eyes beginning to fog, the girl put her shaking hands into the box one final time to pull out an envelope yellowed with age. She opened the delicate paper and pulled out a letter.
SPOILER!!:
October 5, 1984
My dearest child,
According to your mother, you are to be born in two days time. Since she has become pregnant, she has refused to speak to me and has made it quite clear that you and I are never to meet. I am your father. I would like to first establish that under unfortunate circumstances, you were never meant to be born. You were an accident. Your mother decided that I would be the one to tell you since she has already cut off all of your connections to me, with the exception of this letter. To you, I am a stranger. Nobody more than a voice which you may not even remember. I'm not even certain you will get this, in which case, I am truly sorry. I am already sorry. I don't even know your name.
Your mother and I both knew that I could not raise a child, as much as I would love you. We both knew how much she absolutely detested me. And we both knew that keeping you was the only choice we had, unless we were to leave you on the filth of someone's doorstep or in the trash. But to a human? We didn't have the lack of heart to kill you.
By the time you get this, I suspect your mother and I will both be dead. I suppose it's better that way. You will never have to know the man your mother so despised. But there are several things I need you to know; You were born into a time of war, a time of sacrifice, a time of trial. But most importantly, a time of choice. There are so many choices to be made, as you live, as you sleep, as you die. Choices that you yourself may not make, but choices you always have. I need you to know that I made the wrong choices. And one of those choices was you. You will never know how sincerely sorry I am. You will never know how much I cannot forgive myself. I hope your life is long and full,
Your father,
Severus Snape
As she finished the letter, Ava's trembling hands clutched the edges of the paper. She curled into a ball, her mouth opening to scream. But no screams came out, only silent sobs. The truth was finally in front of her. The only thing she'd ever wanted to know, broke her heart in two. And she cried. She cried for herself, for her mother, for the father she never had, she cried for her very mistaken existence that was never meant to be. She sobbed for the life of her, her crying only interrupted by screams from downstairs.
Slowly picking herself up, the red faced and puffy eyed child examined the mass of people in the common room. "What's going on?" she asked. The room was packed with people from her house.
"There's a battle going on!" one boy shrieked. Several people nodded, a few murmuring in agreement. "Professor McGonagall told everybody that was under age to stay here."
Ignoring the boy's last remark, she bolted up the stairs and shoved on her shoes, slipping on a sweater over her t-shirt. She rubbed the tears from her eyes before looking out the window and down at the grounds. Somewhere out there was her father, and this might be her last chance to ever see him.
Ava ran down the steps and out the common room door, into a sea of mass confusion. Taking the steps two at a time, she ducked around people and through door ways. Her father, waiting to be found.
Superfan of: Minerva, Severus, Albus, Hermione <3 Travelling/ History geek/ TV show addict
Absolutely brilliant! I love how Ava finally figured out how to open the box, and the letter was very unnerving (though I would have preferred it if Snape wouldn't have insisted so much on the fact that Ava had been an accident). Please don't let Snape die, please! Ava has to meet him and grow up with a father...
Feeling so fly like a D-Criss| Jess's NOM | GERONIMO | Part Hobbit | Victimised by Moffat
H dhxh hdbzojdhdbeusjjwjdhdkjshs OMG. This is crazy good. CRAZY!!!
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everytime i think i had enough, i start heading for the door-------------------------------------------
there's a very strange vibration, that pierces me right to the core--------------------------- ----------------------------------samantha joan star - seventh year - hufflepuff
caffeine princess ♬ lunchbox adventurer ❀ little rose
Hogwarts: June 18, 1997
Ava bounded down the stairs, pushing past people and ducking to avoid wreckage. She had to find him. But where on earth was he? She jumped as a Death Eater and a Hogwarts student resumed their dueling several feet in front of her. Without a second thought, she took off back up the stairs the way she'd come and away from the chaos. Where in the world was she going?
As she passed by a group of injured students huddling together, her ears hung on a phrase. "Somebody said he's up in the Astronomy Tower. I wouldn't go anywhere near that place with him around," a girl whispered.
Immediately, Ava took off in that direction. She wasn't sure who the 'he' they were referring to was, but the Astronomy Tower would be a place to start. She didn't have a good feeling about this, however. Breathing heavily, the young girl took off up the stairs once more.
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Arriving tired and out of breath at the tower's door, she pressed her ear against it to listen for voices. At first, nothing. Then a low growl came from the other side before the door was swung open. Ava knew immediately that she should not have come up there. Towering over her, Fenrir Greyback gave a smirk showing his enormous teeth.
"Now what are you doing out of bed little girl? Surely they told you a battle was no place for children," he grinned, licking his lips. He lunged towards her and Ava took several steps backwards, only to find that she was trapped between Fenrir and the wall, her only escape being up into the tower. Her eyes widened with fear and her hands trembled as he laughed. There was nowhere for her to run.
"Fenrir!" a sharp voice interrupted. They both turned to find Bellatrix Lestrange and Draco Malfoy headed up the tower. The source of the voice eyed them suspiciously. "And what do have we here?" Bellatrix asked with an airy sort of satisfaction.
"Little girl out of bed," Fenrir grinned.
"And what's your name, sweetheart?" she asked, turning her attention to the girl.
Ava looked pleadingly over at Draco, who only stood shaking. "Ava Pierce," she answered quietly. At this point, herself and Bellatrix were nearly nose to nose, staring each other in the eyes. The woman inhaled sharply, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh are you now?" she asked. "Fenrir, let this one go, she'll be coming with me. Draco, up in the tower," she ordered, taking Ava's wrist tightly and leading them off to the Astronomy Classroom.
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Closing the door roughly behind them, Bellatrix shoved Ava down into a seat. She held up the girl's neck and drew her wand, pointing it just under her chin. "What's your mother's name?" she asked darkly.
"My mother is dead," Ava replied, trembling.
"What is her name?!" Bellatrix screeched. There was a pause as breath heaved from both chests.
"Asha Natalia Pierce," she choked out.
"And your father?"
"I never met my father."
"You lie," Bellatrix howled.
Ava shook, fat tears rolling down her face. The hand holding her neck loosened slightly.
"You know his name," the woman confirmed. She nodded. "Severus Snape." Again, Ava shook her head. Bellatrix removed her hand, using her wand to brush a stray lock of hair from the girl's face.
"Such a pity," she sang, "such a pretty little girl. With so much potential, wasted. You came to find him, didn't you?"
She choked back a sob, as Bella whispered into her ear, "You could come with me, the Dark Lord would be more than happy to find you a home, a real home. To think, you could be such a help to him. And he would punish your father for what he's done to you--" she was cut off as the classroom door swung open.
"Bella!" a voice hissed. Quickly, the woman stood, one hand back around Ava's neck and the other holding a wand at her throat.
"Come back to claim her, have you Severus?" Bellatrix shrieked. She howled with laughter. "She knows Severus, she knows you don't want her! You should've killed her when you had the chance!" she laughed.
"Expelliarmus!" Snape hissed. Bella's wand went flying and she eyed him incredulously. "Out. Now." He forced her out of the room, locking the door behind him. Slowly, he turned to face Ava.
She wiped her face with the back of her hand, still whimpering. "You... you--" Ava stammered through her sobs. Her lower lip quivered as she stared up at him wide eyed.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," Snape said shaking his head. "You can't possibly know how I feel for putting you through all this. You never should have grown up alone." And without waiting for anything else, Ava ran to him and buried her face in his chest. Surprised, Severus slowly wrapped his arms around her small body and rested his cheek on her head.
"Don't be sorry," she whispered to him.
The door behind them was blown open, sending Ava across the floor. Bellatrix, having retrieved her wand stood over the child's body. Staring down, she shook her head from side to side, one hand on her hip. "Avada Kedavra," she hissed. The girl's body went limp, her eyes closed to the flare of light. The woman nudged the body with her foot, turning the young girl's head to the side.
"Should have been taken care of a long time ago Severus. She'll only get in the way," Bellatrix said plainly. She pushed him out of the room and let the door swing shut behind them. Nobody would ever have to know that Avery Pierce was anything more than a dead body.
The end.
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SPOILER!!: from me to you.
I just want to thank you guys for reading and for encouraging me to finish my first ever complete fan fiction! You guys are so awesome. thank you for whoever nominated me in the golden goblin awards and for everybody that voted, it really means a lot. so I made you guys a little present, especially for those people that have read since the beginning.
I am tearing up! that was sooooo good! i think i might just use one of those avvies! I hope you write another story soon! i really enjoyed reading this!
Superfan of: Minerva, Severus, Albus, Hermione <3 Travelling/ History geek/ TV show addict
Well this was clearly a shock to read, since I was expecting Snape to die, not Ava! I hate Bellatrix, but you gave the story a brilliant, if sad, ending. Let me know if you post another story and congrats on your writing!
The end? and she's dead? but but...*cries* That's so sad!
It was a brillent chapter and i could see Bella in my mind the whole way through.
I hope to read more of your stories in the future
And i love the avvies, i might have to steal one sometime *nods*
Eviee <33
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another new reader 
The idea of Ava having a diary is cute, I just wanna pinch her wittle cheeks and give her a BIG hug. And yeah.
Hehe, ily guys. Which is why I wrote this somewhat-lengthy Christmas chapter. Enjoy! 
thank you for whoever nominated me in the golden goblin awards and for everybody that voted, it really means a lot. 
so I made you guys a little present, especially for those people that have read since the beginning.
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