Im a Bad Bitch You Cant Kill Me
This is not what Albus Dumbledore had planned.
How would a child ever manage to survive the removal of such powerful magic blocks and binds? He had planned it all out 11 years ago, placing the blocks so strongly that death was ensured if she ever attempted to remove them. He hadn't wanted to harm the girl, and that's why he sent her to the muggle world, but sacrifices had to be made for the greater good and so he had to be sure she would never remember, never have magic.
Yet there she stood, in conversation with Remus lupin in the front entrance to Gringotts. This simply should not have been possible, but she had managed to survive, and that worried him deeply.
He had been watching them from afar for a few minutes now. She looked so innocent, so much like her mother. But he knew, he knew the possible consequences of allowing her into the magical world once again, but at this point what other option did he have? It was against his morals to just kill the girl, so he was left with no choice.
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Albus rubbed his aged hands over his eyes, he was contemplating his new plan.
He had begrudgingly sent the girl a hogwarts letter, and was now sitting in his office with a glass of fire whiskey on his desk.
He would be keeping a very close eye on the girl come September. He was taking a large risk allowing her into the magical world at all, but she was still young in this life, still mouldable...
He was distracted from his thoughts by a sharp knock on his office door, sitting up straighter and placing a content smile on his old face.
"Come in"
Severus snape swept into the circular room, a pile of papers held in his hands.
"Here are Slytherin O.W.L result papers you asked for"
He placed the stack of parchments on the headmasters desk with a soft thump.
Turning to walk straight back out of the office, the greasy headed man was stopped.
"Severus, my boy. Please sit, there is something I need to discuss with you"
Severus turned his head in dumbledores direction, grimacing and heading to the leather chair sat ignorant of the headmasters desk.
"Pertaining to what?"
Snape snarled. He was in a particularly shitty mood, having just found out the Slytherin owl students had scored the lowest in potions out of all four houses. He was not in the mood to listen to Dumbledores incessant chatter.
" Potte-"
Albus began to speak
""I am not in the mood to talk about Potter of all things" he interrupted.
"Clementine, Severus. I was about to talk about Clementine potter. She is alive"
Snapes hands formed fists and his anger rose and his breath hitched "do not take me for a fool, Dumbledore. That is more than impossible" he snarled.
Dumbledore sighed, taking a sip of his for whiskey and placing the glass back in the desk.
"That was what I thought too,Severus, until I saw her going into Gringotts. I have reason to believe Remus lupin found her in a muggle village and took her to get an inheritance test, to be sure of her identity"
Dumbledore did not consider this lying, just withholding some parts of the truth.
He could tell no one that he knew she was alive, that he had been the one to place her in the muggle world and strip her of her magic, and he would would ensure the girl told no one of this truth either.
"That fucking werewolf" snape growled, standing to his feet in pure anger before continuing in a sharp and loud voice
" how the fuck did she end up in the muggle world? How did she even fucking survive? And what is the chance that the mangy dog just so happens to be the one to find her? There is no fucking way-"
"Calm down, my boy. Miss potter will be attending hogwarts in September and I'm sure the answers shall come to light" Dumbledore paused as Severus hastily sat back down, his face dark.
"I will need you to prepare, for the return of a supposedly dead child will certainly cause some form of ruckus. She may become another prime target of Voldemort and his followers, so... I need your word that you will do everything in your power to keep Clementine away from Voldemort, even more so than you do for Harry."
Snape just stared at him, he had no quarrels about protecting Lily's daughter, but he didn't understand why the dark lord would target Clementine more so than Harry, he was still the prophesied child after all, even if Clementine had miraculously survived that night too.
"I will"