AN: This is a sequel to my other story The true Severus Snape which of course is posted here on the site, on my page.
While it is not absolutely necessary to read the other story first. It is highly recommended as it does explain how this fic could even happen in the first place.


In the north reaches of Canada, on an island called Victoria Island. The weather was often harsh and cold.

Grand pine trees would be reaching for a gray sky, which often would pour heavy rain down on the citizens of the island.

The winters would often be bitter and cold, the summers though, would showcase a brilliant nature of mountains and massive trees, ocean around the island, beautiful flower gardens priding the parks.

Hidden on this island, nestled between mountains and hidden in the woods was a small town, this town though was no ordinary town, Caradoc was in fact… a wizards town.

A place where only magical people lived, wizards and witches, a place where they could act freely and freely use their magic.

It was a modest town, the houses looked old but were in good quality, always in shadow from the large mountains and woods surrounding the town. The wizards and witches who lived there liked it though.

They liked their peaceful way of life where they could perform their magic and live their lives as they pleased.

At the very outskirts of Caradoc was a street called Bristle street, it had lines of old houses where families would be living, by the very end of the street, the furthest away from the town itself, practically half way into the forest was a house. Unlike the other houses though, this one was not well kept as no one lived there, and no one could remember the last time anyone had.

People didn't really want to move there, it was to old, to worn down, and to close to the woods which hid many dangerous creatures, it was no place to raise a family! So the house was just left to stand as it was, as nature took its toll on it.

Amelia Dooley would often walk past this house, one of her favorite past times were to take long walks in the forest, and to get to her favorite spot she had to pass this house. Mostly though she didn't even notice.

Amelia Dooley as well was a witch most people wouldn't really take notice of at all, she was quiet by nature and a bit of an introvert. She was though always kind and polite to other people, speaking in a soft voice.

There really wasn't much that stood out about her at all. Her appearance as well was small and delicate, she had pale skin and brown curly hair as well as a small stature, nothing truly special.

Amelia worked at the local book store as a clerk, and sometimes would give lessons as a tutor in the evening or afternoon. She quite enjoyed teaching children about her passions, the ancient history and mysteries of magic.

When Amelia was done with work, she would go home to her house, the only one greeting her there being her owl, a large great horned owl named Lamorak.

Many often asked if it wasn't about time Amelia found a man in her life, and truth be told Amelia wouldn't mind, she had just turned thirty-four and as such did start to feel a certain kind of loneliness. How-ever, even though men were always nice and polite to her, even though she had male friends… She had just never felt anything for any of them, there was no one she could actually imagine settling with.

And so as a thirty-four year old, she could pride herself of being a true virgin, never having even been in a single relationship while her smaller sister, six years younger than her, were pregnant on child number two.

Amelia though was never going to deny that her life was very comfortable, she quite liked her job, both as a clerk and as a tutor. She quite liked spending quiet evenings at home reading her book while Lamorak would be sitting on his perch next to the fireplace. She quite liked seeing her family for Sunday dinner, and play with her little nephew. And she quite liked her long walks as she would let her mind wander, reflect over the things she had just read, or just life in general.

Amelia was on her way home from one of these longs walks, as she ones again was letting her mind wander, that is when she realized something strange.

That old house… at the very end of the street, practically standing in the woods itself with trees dramatically standing above it.

A warm light seemed to come from the window… Amelia halted. How could there be a light? No one lived there. For as long as she had lived in this town, which was her entire live… That house had been empty.

And yet, the warm light was floating from the window. Then… a shadow seemed to flicker against the curtains. It… seemed like a person. But it was impossible to tell if that person was male or female, young or old. It was just a shadow.

Amelia hesitated, but finally turned around to head home, it was late and she had to go to work tomorrow! Lamorak was probably also starting to get impatient for his evening snack, if Amelia didn't make it home soon he would fly out to look for her. And so she hurried home, as she walked through the front door to be greeted by a big grumpy owl, she had already forgotten all about that light coming from the window and the odd shadow.

It wouldn't remain forgotten for long though.