Not Just Black and White
Prologue -
February 29th, 1960
Septimus cradled a lavender bundle in his arms, waiting outside a large wooden door.
"Mr. Snape?" a woman asked, sticking her head out the door. He nodded.
"Your wife is delirious. We can't get her calmed down and convinced that we aren't the followers of a man named Grimwauld. She won't push, and I'm afraid it could be choking the other baby." The woman told him.
"Other baby?" he asked in surprise.
"Yes, the girl's twin. Hurry in." the woman said, opening the door further. He raced inside, hugging the newborn girl close to his chest.
"Septimus!? What are you doing here?! I told you not to come! They'll know you're a muggle!" his wife cried out when she saw him.
"It's over now, Eileen… We're married now… It's okay… You need to push, honey. This one's sister has to come." Septimus whispered into her ear. The woman calmed. They ushered him out of the room.
"I'll be back, Eileen!" he yelled to her as he left.
Half an hour later, he entered to room again, his daughter in hand. His wife lay on the bed, exhausted but calm as she cradled a deep blue bundle.
"I'm sorry about earlier, Tim. Bad memories and all." Eileen told him as he sat on the bed next to her.
"Twins… You said they're rare." He mentioned. She nodded.
"There would have been much more suspicion if they'd been identical." She told him. He looked confused.
"What? How do you know they aren't?" he asked.
"One's a boy, silly." She told him, lifting the blanket from the baby's head.
"A boy?" he rasped, tears in his eyes.
"You can name him after your father after all, Tim." She told him, a smile on her face.
"My little baby Severus. And your sister…" he drifted off.
"Raymi." His wife put in. He looked at her in surprise.
"I get the feeling that your parents are important to you, Tim." She whispered.
"It was the dream again, wasn't it?" he asked. She shook her head.
"I just knew she was a Raymi. The dream's not coming back, Septimus." She told him.
"How can you know that, Lee?" he asked. She took her daughter from him and slipped the blanket off of her.
On her left wrist was a marking, a foreshadowing of things to come. It was a tattoo-birthmark of a grey colored skull with a rose hanging out of it's mouth, dark red blood dripping from the thorns and a sky blue tear falling across the left side.
End of Prologue…
This fic will cover all sides of the war in 1997.
More details at end of Ch. 1.