The Tale of Sara Snape
written by Andromeda Malfoy
No way... SNAPE HAS A DAUGHTER!! Read to find out how she saved the world with legend Harry Potter. Filled with: Drama, killing, dying, death, more drama, kissing (“snogging”), fighting, kicking ass, language, DEATH, sassiness, sassiness, SASSINESS, etc. By the way, I am adding more chapters almost every day!
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
24
Reads
699
Chapter Fourteen: The Last Quidditch Match
Chapter 14
In the changing rooms, Sara was getting changed when Draco came in her changing room. “Draco!” She gasped. “I’m changing.”
“And I need to change too! Besides, it’s not like your naked.” He responded curtly as she slipped on a shirt, turned away from Draco. “Aren’t there other stalls?” She asked. “No, they’re all full.” He said. She got on her Slytherin Quidditch robes. “Alright, you can look at me now.” Sara chirped. Draco watched as she placed her gear on her body.
“Alright! We want a clean match!” Yelled Madam Hooch. “Shake hands!”
Sara and the two other Slytherin Chasers shook hands with the Gryffindor Chasers. “Good luck.” She told them. “Same to you.” Grinned Angelina Johnson. They were good friends, since she helped with the Gryffindor team tryouts. “Yeah, we would be okay if you won.” Katie Bell, another Chaser, smiled. “Start!” Shouted Madam Hooch.
Angelina and Sara raced for the Quaffle, and she got to it first. “Snape gets the Quaffle!” Dean Thomas yelled. “She passes it to Pucey, and he passes to Flint, and they score!”
One Hour Later....
“Slytherin leads Gryffindor 160-70!”
Sara tried to signal Draco without attracting Harry, the Gryffindor Seeker’s, attention. Draco finally looked at her. She mouthed, “The Snitch!” He looked up and saw the flying, gold object and raced after it. Then, Sara smashed into Angelina, stealing the Quaffle, and she threw it towards the goalposts, and she scored. “170-70!” Dean screamed. “She’s so cute when she’s aggressive!” Draco sighed.
“And Malfoy catches the Snitch! Slytherin wins!”
“And I need to change too! Besides, it’s not like your naked.” He responded curtly as she slipped on a shirt, turned away from Draco. “Aren’t there other stalls?” She asked. “No, they’re all full.” He said. She got on her Slytherin Quidditch robes. “Alright, you can look at me now.” Sara chirped. Draco watched as she placed her gear on her body.
“Alright! We want a clean match!” Yelled Madam Hooch. “Shake hands!”
Sara and the two other Slytherin Chasers shook hands with the Gryffindor Chasers. “Good luck.” She told them. “Same to you.” Grinned Angelina Johnson. They were good friends, since she helped with the Gryffindor team tryouts. “Yeah, we would be okay if you won.” Katie Bell, another Chaser, smiled. “Start!” Shouted Madam Hooch.
Angelina and Sara raced for the Quaffle, and she got to it first. “Snape gets the Quaffle!” Dean Thomas yelled. “She passes it to Pucey, and he passes to Flint, and they score!”
One Hour Later....
“Slytherin leads Gryffindor 160-70!”
Sara tried to signal Draco without attracting Harry, the Gryffindor Seeker’s, attention. Draco finally looked at her. She mouthed, “The Snitch!” He looked up and saw the flying, gold object and raced after it. Then, Sara smashed into Angelina, stealing the Quaffle, and she threw it towards the goalposts, and she scored. “170-70!” Dean screamed. “She’s so cute when she’s aggressive!” Draco sighed.
“And Malfoy catches the Snitch! Slytherin wins!”
