A/N: To start off, I made this fanfiction after realizing that I have never seen a Harry Potter AU where Snape's dad was a wizard and not a muggle. Because let's face it, that would have changed a LOT of things in Snape's life. There's no telling where he would have went if his father hadn't been a muggle. Eileen probably would have never been disowned, his dad may not have been abusive (that's IF he abused Eileen because of her magical abilities - which is what many authors on here tend to play it as), and what else? Oh, right. Snape may have never met Lily (at least not until Hogwarts). And if Snape never felt anything for Lily then... would he have ever even warned Dumbledore about the Potters' safety? Would he have joined the Death Eaters in the first place? These are questions I feel need to be answered.
Another reason why I am writing this is because I believe there is more to Tobias than we give him credit for. Not saying that what he does is excusable or condonable. But I do believe there may be a reason why "he doesn't like anything much" and is cruel. Although I do understand that there is evil in this world, I also realize that monsters create other monsters and that there is more than what meets the eye. Snape is a prime example of this (even though I don't know if I would necessarily call him a monster due to his own background and what sacrifices he made for the wizarding community). I hope this is a refreshing perspective on Tobias Snape and the Snape family in general. Some of the material contained in this fanfiction may come off as triggering (if you are/were bullied or abused) or as offensive. I in no way, shape, or form mean to disrespect anybody! This is simply a story. I am rating this M for cursing, abuse, mention of alcohol, and possible sexual language. But none will be explicit!
This also incorporates the fan theory that Credence Barebone is actually a Prince and is Snape's grandfather. If you haven't watched or read "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them", you might want to reconsider starting this fanfiction. Although not much of the "Fantastic Beasts" story line is mentioned in this, some background on the Prince family will involve Credence's actions and home life from the film. There are also light spoilers from "The Cursed Child". With that being said, I do not own "Fantastic Beasts", "The Cursed Child", or the "Harry Potter" series. They are all respectfully owned by J.K. Rowling. Thanks to all those who actually read these paragraphs (lol).
P.S. (Don't Kill Me!) The first few chapters are going to be about setting up the story line, which means Snape won't be seen as much. So please bare with me folks. I'll try to wrap up the introduction as much as possible.
Title: Snape is a Halfblood?
Special characters include: Severus Snape, Tobias Snape, Credence Barebone, Lily Evans, The Marauders.
Summary: What if a misplaced Hogwarts letter revealed that Tobias Snape was in fact not a muggle, but a wizard? A man from the Ministry of Magic finds just that and goes back in time to fix a wrong from the past. But just how will that one incident effect Severus's life? Supports the theory that Credence is a Prince. Features both pre-Marauders era and Marauders era.
Working at the Ministry of Magic wasn't all that bad. In fact, it could even be exhilarating. But when you were placed in the department of "Magical Public Information Services" it wasn't at all what it was cracked up to be. Sitting on your butt all day and examining hundreds of articles wasn't exactly what you would call "fun". But you had to start from somewhere, right? You had to work from the bottom to the top. Even if you did personally see yourself as way more qualified than the Minister of Magic herself.
Benjamin Nobles sighed as he stapled the papers on his desk and placed them inside a drawer. He then shifted his focus onto the newspaper in his lap. It showed the American National Quidditch Team going in for the kill against Brazil. He rolled his eyes and got his stamp out. Within a matter of seconds, red marking on the newspaper's upper left corner read "Previously issued: 10/24/14". He glanced one last time at the determined looking U.S. witch before placing the newspaper in a filing cabinet. "It's too bad they lost." he muttered, although he honestly wasn't feeling that sympathetic towards the team.
He stood up from his chair and stretched. Boy was he tired. Yawning, he made his way to where fresh brewed coffee awaited him. The coffee was just being poured into a cup when a bell sounded throughout the building. It was now early Sunday morning.
"Peters will be arriving shortly." he said to no one in particular. That meant that his shift would be ending soon. He returned to his desk and began to write on a piece of parchment. He whistled. A gray owl came fluttering from the ceiling. "Give this to Ms. Hopkins." he ordered. The owl chirped once before going to perform its task.
He received a reply not even five minutes later. "I've got what you are looking for Mr. Nobles. Please meet me at the office - C."
He sighed. Well, it wasn't like he had anything else better to do anyway. He reached for his coat.
The office was chilly when he entered it. He sniffled and pressed his coat tighter against him. It wouldn't do good for him to catch a cold this late in the year. He searched around the many bookshelves and stacks of parchment until his eyes finally connected with a short pudgy figure. The brunette was currently bent over, rummaging through a box filled with discarded articles.
He cleared his throat. "Ms. Hopkins." he called.
The woman instantly shot up. She smiled a warm, toothy smile. "Mr. Nobles. A pleasure to see you again. I got your letter."
'Yes, obviously.' he thought. 'Otherwise we wouldn't be here conversing.'
"I see that you did, Claire. And you have the journal regarding Serrena Finlayson's whereabouts?" She happily nodded and pulled a black book from beneath her robes. "Here it is." She tossed it towards him. He narrowly caught it. He frowned at this but nonetheless immediately began to flip through the book's contents. There! - that's what he had been looking for. He slammed it shut.
"Thank you for your help Claire." He went to dismiss himself.
"W-wait!" the witch squeaked after him. He paused. He knew there had been no way he was getting the book for free. Before she could say anything, he stated firmly "No, I will not go out with you Ms. Hopkins, for the one thousandth time." He would never in a million years go out with a Hufflepuff. No matter how much she begged or cried.
The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.
She sputtered. "W-what? I wasn't going to - I mean I'm over y- I'm dating-"
He straightened up and glanced over his shoulders. "Then what is it Ms. Hopkins?" His patience was thinning. It was nearly 1 am now. He had a bed at home just urging for his return.
She seemed hesitant in her reply. "Have you ever held an interest for the background life of Severus Snape?"
His eyebrows arched upwards. Now this was certainly not what he had been expecting. He faced towards her. "Snape?" he repeated. Many images of a bat-like professor came flooding through his mind and he felt a bitter distaste arise in his mouth. Ah yes. That supposed "bad-guy-turned-good" professor he had hated so much in middle school. He scoffed. "What is there to know about him? I bet he was an arse even in his earlier years at Hogwarts."
Ms. Hopkins suddenly appeared saddened, which surprised him. She shifted uncomfortably. "Surely you don't think that." she mumbled, her eyes staring down at the hard tiled floor.
He gazed at her with bewilderment. "What do you mean 'surely I don't meant that'? Didn't he always treat you like a buffoon? I am surprised you aren't agreeing with me."
"He... did consider me a buffoon. I won't deny that. Even assured me my lack of intelligence couldn't even surpass that of an ogre's but... I must say, I am shocked at the way you are speaking of him. You were a Ravenclaw who actually excelled at Potions. I never heard him directly attack you. And not only that but, well, personally, you remind me a bit of him in some ways." She faintly blushed at this confession.
His expression grew cold. 'Me like him?!' he thought in disbelief. He recalled that insufferable git once giving them all detention over a Gryffindor accidentally spilling a potion on his desk. Apparently the whole class was to blame for not making sure the freshie knew where he was going. The professor had not been in the best of moods that week. But then again, when was he ever? Not to mention the other countless of stories where the Potions Master had degraded and insulted his students or deducted House points unfairly, while his precious Slytherins were always held in high favor. Just thinking about the man made Benjamin fill with bitterness and revulsion.
"Never compare me to that man!" he hissed. "I am nothing like him! Do you not remember what he did to some of the students-"
"In fact, I do remember Ben." she answered, cutting him off. "He helped keep them - us - safe during those days. We would have been tortured by the Carrows if he hadn't stepped in."
Benjamin shook his head. "That doesn't matter. It doesn't make up for all of the bullying and berating he did to us over the years. If you expect me to get mopey for him just because he "sacrificed himself" then stop because I won't. The man deserved to sacrifice himself for all the trouble he'd caused the wizarding world. If it hadn't been for him, Voldemort would have never known the prophecy existed in the first place."
"People feel sorry for him because of his "tragic unrequited love" story but you wanna know what I think? I bet Snape's brain was so far stuck up Lily Potter's legs back then that he had wanted Voldemort to find out about the prophecy just so he could have Lily all too himself. But when he realized he had fucked up and was going to get her killed, he backtracked. So no Claire, I will never call a possessive, dick of a person my hero. Ever. Even if it meant I would have been hexed to death by those creepy twins."
He paused as a thought suddenly occurred to him.
"Wait, is that what you're interested in? Do you pity him or something for his pathetic one sided feelings for Potter's wife? Some lovey gushy bull shit?" He sneered. It wouldn't be surprising, taking into consideration which house she was from.
Claire was taken aback. Her jaw dropped. "N-no! Of course not! There's much more to it - to him- than that! And I can't believe how you think! But...I guess it's because you haven't been looking into it due to your disinterest."
"Looking into it?"
"Yes; his past. I found out some rather...disturbing facts about his history as a child. You are aware that he was a half-blood, right?"
He snorted. "Yeah. Didn't he use that silly pseudonym the Half-Blood Prince? I heard they use his textbook now for the Potions class at Hogwarts."
She gave him a pointed look. "Correct but unlike you, Benjamin, his father wasn't so keen on the discovery of his son being a wizard. Can't you guess what that would mean?"
He rolled his eyes. "What? You telling me his dad beat him or something?"
He waited for her defiant reaction but never got one. His eyebrows narrowed. "His dad was one of those muggles? The religious freak ones?"
She bit her lip uneasily. "I am not sure myself yet. I am still finding more and more details surrounding the Snape family background." She perked up. "That's why I wanted to ask you for help in the research." Her expression was hopeful.
"No."
Her smile dampened. "Why not?" she shot back.
"Because I get nothing out of it."
She gestured towards the journal. "You just got that."
"Yes I did. And if you try to take it back you are going to have to duel me."
She huffed like the hufflepuff she was. "I've never seen a Ravenclaw like you before! You're so mean!"
"Yet you asked me out plenty of times."
"Don't treat me like an idiot!" she snapped.
"I didn't say you were an idiot. You did. Although I wouldn't say I necessarily disagree with you."
She pouted and he couldn't help but to smirk inwardly. He secretly found her cute when she was like this. Needless to say, he would rather be burned at the stake than admit this aloud.
"You're wrong about him! I don't care what anybody else says or thinks! Although I will admit Snape had a harsh side, I believe he had a good one as well! He was only misunderstood, that's all! Harry himself knows this! That's why he named his son after him and demanded for Snape's portrait to be up in Hogwarts!"
Benjamin pursued his lips at her tiny rant, leaning against the wall beside him. "You're never going to stop complaining about this are you? You'll eventually guilt trip me, eh?" he asked.
She nodded her head vigorously.
He exhaled an exasperated sigh before dragging a hand over his face. "You're killing me cinnabons. You and your Hufflepuff sweetness. Fine. I'll help you. But only for a week. No longer. A week is how long I will need this journal for."
She beamed. "You won't regret it!"
If only he knew how much of an understatement that was.
A/N: Yay, the first chapter is done! ^_^ The next chapter will be longer and we will be getting into meatier parts of the story! This was just a light intro to get everything up and running! Also, sorry for the Snape bash for those Snape lovers who were offended. You will see Claire's side next chapter.