Just Like Me
written by Louisa S R W
50% you but I'm all me
Last Updated
05/31/21
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You - Me - Us
Chapter 1
It was over a year after the regeneration of my father Lord Voldemort when I saw him, and his new body. My uncle it seems had seen him all the Death Eaters, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Luna, Neville and Ginny. So many people and yet his daughter had not seen him. I’ve often asked myself this question over the years. Was it that he didn’t want to see me? Was he protecting me? I actually have come up with several answers and the most reasonable tends to come back to the point that I think he was scared of me.
I could not obviously beat him on a magical level. His powers outweighed mine, extensively but I represented something. I represented the life that he was going to have with my mother before she died and I’m not sure how he took that. The plan had been for my mother and I to move to Knockturn Alley, in January 1981 and yet she didn’t make it passed December 1980. He was not meant to be absent throughout my life, he did not know me Severus Snape knew me. Severus Snape was, in effect my father figure. He had a weakness for jealousy and that showed.
When he first saw me, with his powers full again, I was 17 years old. I was shorter than Severus Snape, but had the same pale skin. I had long, dark brown hair. My cheekbones high with a sallow deep indentation. I have the slightly rounder shape of my mother. When he looked at me he must have thought, just like her. I have deep set bright blue eyes, with a straighter nose, he must have thought just like me.
When you start with these thoughts your mind starts to run wild. She is a Gryffindor, just like her. She is a Parselmouth, like me. These thoughts must have passed through many people’s minds over the years. Namely my uncle Severus, Professor Dumbledore and my friends.
I often wonder that if he was alive all that time, did he think of me? Did he dare wonder what I was like? Those thoughts are, I’m afraid too ambitious. He was but a mere fragment.
I don’t think I was, at that time, like either of my parents. I was my own person with my own ambitions. My own way of dealing with things. Perhaps I am just like her, but I didn’t know her well enough to say. I undoubtably have traits of my father but they are far away. I have grown up around different people and the only thing I get from either of them i.e. my looks, is the thing I can change. So, it makes me JUST LIKE ME.
I could not obviously beat him on a magical level. His powers outweighed mine, extensively but I represented something. I represented the life that he was going to have with my mother before she died and I’m not sure how he took that. The plan had been for my mother and I to move to Knockturn Alley, in January 1981 and yet she didn’t make it passed December 1980. He was not meant to be absent throughout my life, he did not know me Severus Snape knew me. Severus Snape was, in effect my father figure. He had a weakness for jealousy and that showed.
When he first saw me, with his powers full again, I was 17 years old. I was shorter than Severus Snape, but had the same pale skin. I had long, dark brown hair. My cheekbones high with a sallow deep indentation. I have the slightly rounder shape of my mother. When he looked at me he must have thought, just like her. I have deep set bright blue eyes, with a straighter nose, he must have thought just like me.
When you start with these thoughts your mind starts to run wild. She is a Gryffindor, just like her. She is a Parselmouth, like me. These thoughts must have passed through many people’s minds over the years. Namely my uncle Severus, Professor Dumbledore and my friends.
I often wonder that if he was alive all that time, did he think of me? Did he dare wonder what I was like? Those thoughts are, I’m afraid too ambitious. He was but a mere fragment.
I don’t think I was, at that time, like either of my parents. I was my own person with my own ambitions. My own way of dealing with things. Perhaps I am just like her, but I didn’t know her well enough to say. I undoubtably have traits of my father but they are far away. I have grown up around different people and the only thing I get from either of them i.e. my looks, is the thing I can change. So, it makes me JUST LIKE ME.
