Thank you for taking the time to read my newest story - I know I'm a pain for starting new stories and never updating, but I promise, I already have a sequel mapped out, so this should get completed at some point!
This is the first harry Potter story I have published, though I have many written, and therefore I'm hoping that everything makes sense.
A few points have to be made with my story. Though Severus' family (himself and his parents) are poor, Victoria is given money by her parents, and this helps a little towards her welfare, but is only enough for the essentials. So whilst Severus had a poor up-bringing, Vic has the remains of what she had from her parents.
Also, both her father and Severus' father are brothers, and this is why she is also a Snape.
I am a perfectionist, and therefore for my own piece of mind, had to write this down.
I stood, staring at my trunk, willing it to shut. My clothes were neatly folded, and my ingredients and books neatly packed beside them, and yet I could not manage to close those damn latches. The lid popped open with a click, and I groaned in frustration.
For hours I had scoured the house, gathering up the essentials for another year at Hogwarts, and had even deprived myself of my collection of perfumes to ensure that it all fitted. It didn't, and I was beginning to feel the need to pick it up and throw it out of the window. I wouldn't, and couldn't however; too many precious things were contained inside that trunk, and my skinny, girly arms were not entirely suitable for heavy lifting.
My 6th year of Hogwarts was always going to be one of the best. My summer had slithered by, as my excitement for school over took my every waking moment. Not helped of course, by the ever present force that was my cousin, who never knew when to stop talking about the one thing that I was looking forward to.
He snuck around the house like a ghost; he only appeared fully for meal times, purely to annoy me, and spent most of his time seeking the privacy of his room and the friendship that his books gave him. I had always seen him as strange, but he had always been my friend. I had made a note to be kind, and in time, our relationship had blossomed. Unlike the one I held between myself and my parents.
Severus found it hilarious that I was kicked out by my parents at the age of 15, but I insisted that it was not my fault. I hadn't meant to blow up my bedroom, and incidentally, the injury my father sustained from running into the flames was not my... well, I was not to be blamed.
They'd accepted my apology, but they were never going to let me through the front door again, which even i thought was wise. So I began my life with my uncle, aunt and Severus.
"Vic, get down here! We've got an hour, and knowing you, you will have forgotten something!"
I sighed at the harried tones of my uncle Tobias. He never calmed down; maybe that was why Sev never strayed from his room. It made sense.
"Coming!" I called, and jumped on my trunk for the 50th time, hoping it would miraculously shut. Unsurprisingly, the click never came, and I found myself dragging one heavy box with a flailing lid down a very rickety set of stairs. Tobias was not amused.
"Is it to much to ask to get you to close your bloody trunk?" He muttered.
"I couldn't...!" I protested, as he gave the lid a whack. I watched my trunk squeeze shut, and I sighed with exasperation. I quickly walked away as he lifted it into the boot of his car, fearing that I would get asked to help.
Severus was sat in the back of the car, nose in a book. He hadn't noticed the issue with the trunk, and was busy scribbling down notes on a scrap piece of parchment. I smirked, and flopped down next to him, slid the book from his grasp, and flicked through the pages. He hardly protested, but watched me with a raised eyebrow.
I settled on a safe conversation starter. "This one's good."
Severus nodded. His black, straggly hair flicked across his face, and I made a mental note to try and attack him with scissors.
"Yes. Very interesting; you see, I always knew that brewing Amortentia was never that simple..."
I cut him off, a smirk sneaking across my face. Sev realised his mistake, and looked away as I leant forward. "Why are you looking to brew Amortentia?"
For a moment, he spluttered at the implication, and then sat back in silent protest. I shook my head as the car pulled away, and handed him back his book. He scrambled for a moment, seeking the required page, and settled back on the page of the most powerful love potion in the world.