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Bellātor(n.)- Warrior or warlike; always ready for battle.
Summary: "She… she chanced a look at the mirror and felt her knees go weak at the sight she was greeted with. Memories came rushing back like a monsoon as she hit the bathroom floor." In which a shy, soft-spoken girl is thrust into the role of Severus Snape. She could feel the universe laughing at her. OC-insert into fem!Snape.
When her eyes were first opened, she couldn't help but notice how… bizarre everything looked.
The walls were chipped and yellow, she could see tiny vermin making their way through the cracks.
It… it was eerily quiet as well. She wasn't used to the quiet, she was used to the hum and drum of the city. Cars rushing past her as she made her way through the streets.
(A warm body laying next to her- She had loved them-)
Did she have a boyfriend? She… she knew she didn't live alone, but she couldn't remember who exactly she had lived with.
She breathed in, and gagged at the smell of alcohol that quickly overtook her senses.
Had she been drinking last night? She had never really liked alcohol before, or at least, she couldn't recall ever liking alcohol.
She was quickly realizing that she couldn't recall a multitude of things.
Her favorite food, favorite color, her age.
She wasn't even sure what her name was.
It was still quiet. So quiet it made her want to scream.
She… she didn't actually live here did she? Her room couldn't have been this small.
Her body felt… weird too. She felt weaker, more vulnerable.
She attempted to move her body and winced at how sore it was. It felt as if someone had taken the opportunity to beat her senseless, and her hand went up to the bruise that she could feel on her cheek.
Her hand froze.
She patted her cheek once more and scrambled out of the bed she was in.
(She… she wasn't this small, her fingers weren't this pointy-)
The moment her feet hit the ground, she stumbled face forward.
Her legs were too long for her body, and it felt awkward walking on them. They resembled unattractive toothpicks in her opinion.
Her nose stung from hitting the hardwood floor, and tears sprung from her eyes.
(Why was this happening? She had never been this clumsy before, this vulnerable-)
She sniffled as she pushed herself off the ground, and made her way to the bathroom. The sight in front of her almost made her want to pee her pants.
(The man in front of her was deranged-Father- he pushed her to the side before advancing to beat her mother-)
Her father laid passed out on the sofa, vomit covering his person.
She quickly ran into the bathroom and locked the door shut.
Her heart pounded in fear. But… she could tell that this body was already used to fear, used to weakness.
She moved closer to the sink and washed her face. The water was ice cold, and she let out a gasp once it hit her face.
She shook her head and ran a hand through her admittedly greasy locks.
She… she chanced a look at the mirror and felt her knees go weak at the sight she was greeted with.
Memories came rushing back like a monsoon as she hit the bathroom floor.
Septima Eileen Snape. That was who she was now.
The last thing she saw, was obsidian eyes glaring at her as she lost consciousness.
Author's Note: So… here's chapter 1 of the Bellātor rewrite. I hope you guys have enjoyed it so far. As of right now, not much has changed from the original, but I plan to incorporate more world building and more character development for Septima. I also want to spend more time on Septima's life before Hogwarts, and build up her relationships more. Thank you guys for staying with me and giving me advice. I can't thank you guys enough. In case you guys were wondering, the girl on the cover is called Rowena Xi Kang. She's the new face claim that I've envisioned for Septima.
Questions I have for you Guys:
What would you like to see in the rewrite that I didn't include in the original?
What do you guys think so far?
P.S. I have a One Piece story coming out soon(maybe even later tonight), so be on the lookout for that if you're interested. The name of it is 'Eleutheromania'.
Summary: Eleutheromania(n.)- An intense desire for freedom. "... Because in the end… all she wanted to do was live." Oc-insert. Semi-AU.