Well hello there my dear readers. I have decided to put this up as a bit of a test, I know it's rough and a little jumpy but if you guys like it then I will continue it. I don't own Harry Potter =( but I do own my personal alias Scarlett Keating. I decided to Make Snape's age younger than he was portrayed in the books/films to help the story seem legit. Hope you like!
Loriel
xoxo
When I was thirteen I went to King cross station with my parents. We were going on a train to my grandmother's house when I saw it. A young boy walking through a wall. I had yelled at my parents to go back and I ran up to the wall and felt it. But it was as solid as any other wall. All summer I pleaded with them to believe me but they didn't. At the end of the summer we went back through the station, near the wall where I had seen the boy going through the wall. I asked my parents if I could sit down, telling them I felt giddy. So they let me sit down in front of a wall, facing the wall that had a sign saying platform 9. I waited there for three hours. This may seem inappropriate but I lived three blocks away from the station so my parents had left me there. I suppose this seemed a bit weird or cruel but they ran their own business so they left me there.
I sat there all afternoon watching with fascination as child after child walked out of that wall. No one else but me noticed. At some point I got up and walked over to one of the boys who had come out alone. HE looked about my age and had shoulder length greasy black hair. He seemed alone and as I walked towards him I noticed a taller boy shove him from behind, the boy had glasses and brown hair. A small girl was following close behind him, she had red hair and beautiful grey eyes.
"James, please leave him alone!" She tugged on the boys arm as he went to kick the other boy who was now on the ground.
"Whatever, Lilly you coming?" The boy who I had assumed James walked away with the pretty girl following close behind. She turned back once a look of sorrow and guilt plastered on her face.
"Sorry." She mouthed before walking away. The young boy sat up looking defeated, a single tear rolled down his pale cheek. I picked up my pace and walked over to him.
"Hey, you ok?" I helped him stand up.
"Uh yea I'm fine." He flinched slightly as I put my hand on his shoulder.
"We'll I'm Scarlett, Scarlett Keating." I held out my hand and he shook it lightly. His grip slightly clammy.
"Snape, Severus Snape." He said looking down, shame written all over his face.
"Wow, you have the coolest name ever!" I freaked out, all the kids in my class had lame names like Jill and Bob. Snape looked up and a small smile hinted at the corners of his pale lips.
"Well I better get going-" He started, but I was having none of it. I still had a few questions to ask.
"Um do you mind if I ask you something?" I jumped in front of him.
"Uhhh?" He looked nervous, his eyes darting around.
"I'm not crazy, ok but at the begging of the summer I saw a boy disappear into that wall. Ten minutes ago I saw you and two others walk out of it. Now I'm not going crazy, something weird is going on and I want to know what!" I said poking him in the chest.
People were looking now and Snape looked rather uncomfortable.
"I don't know what you're talking about." He tried to pull away from me but I stepped in front of him.
"Yes you do." I smiled at him. My mood suddenly changing dramatically.
"Well I'm not going to tell you." He crossed his arms and pouted.
"Well when you decide to tell me, which I know you will send me a letter." I grabbed a piece of paper from my pocket and wrote down my address. I smiled at him and walked away. That afternoon when I got home, my parents asked if I was feeling alright. I jumped up the stairs and said I felt fine. That Night I told my father I had met a boy at the train station, his eyebrows went up. I recounted everything. But my father looked concerned, especially when I mentioned the bit about the wall.
For the next year I visited three psychologists and two mental hospitals. Due to my lack of self-control and my ability to ignore the little voice in my head (Which happened to be screaming shut up, shut up you freak!) I managed to get a thorough diagnosis of a bad case of crazy. I also waited, waited for the letter that never came. I was foolish to wait, to hope. But I couldn't help it. Snape had been intriguing and I thought he was cute.
After that I waited at the begging of every summer and the end of all holidays to see if I could catch a glimpse of someone walking through the wall of platform 9 in King Cross station, London.
Well dearies hope you like it, please R&R.
Good bye!
Sorry for any grammar, spelling or story related mistakes.