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Beatrice Potter, Mandy Snape and Jonah Potter. I do this for fun and won't
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RUNAWAY
Growing pains
Severus had FINALY, received his invitation to Hogwarts: the school of magic, witchcraft and wizarding.
Mum was glad. She was on a roll.
Severus couldn't suppress the feeling her gleeful state was, for the most part, at the prospect of getting rid of him. Worse still, James Potter would be attending there too, with Sirius Black 'his siamese twin'.
Lucius Malfoy was bad enough with his superior manners, but Potter. Potter was everybody's 'Golden Boy'. The son every mother in mum's circle of friends wanted to have.
"If you were more like Jamie." mum would say every other day ".So polite, so smart, so witty, so handsome." and so on.
Severus wanted to vomit. Handsome? The git's hair has like a mop! Couldn't a boy have an aversion to water? For Merlin sake, what was this female obsession with his hair? Grease was surely a conservative substance. Just wait until precious Jamie got to fifty and bald.
"I'll laugh then".
Severus was smart too. AND polite! He just wasn't a "people" person. He lacked social skills to impress everybody with his wit and charm. That didn't mean he had none.
In the few parties at Malfoy Manor, his parents had let him attend with them, Lucius had been "the king" of the place, bossing Severus around and looking him over his shoulder. Severus didn't like Lucius and couldn't even show it. Mum would smack him in the ears if he would embarrass her and father in their "reunions".
In the Potters house, it was worse. Father wouldn't go there, but mum and Mrs Potter were friends and in spite of father's feelings, mum lived to share the most recent gossip with James' mother.
Severus guessed his parents weren't very happy together. They kept that external image of a solid couple, attending the most important social events but, at home, they didn't talk. They didn't fight either. It was just this. silence.
Now to see mum happy, you just had to stop at the Potters' house occasionally. She'd be envying the Potters life, their status, their children, and Mr Potter's post at the Ministry.
That was, supposedly, a good reason for father's dislike of them. Severus could sympathise. He certainly didn't like James Potter, who surely didn't ignore nor act superior near Severus. No! Since the first time Severus had laid his eyes on James Potter and Sirius Black in Basic School for Young Wizards, the two 'golden bastards' had bullied him.
Not only at school but also at every visit to the Potters, Severus would end up running to save his life, or at least his pride, while mum would be purring:
"How lively Jamie is."
Mrs Potter would agree, pleased with her offspring: James and Jonah Potter. Baby Jonah at her lap like a prized toy.
When James and his shadow Sirius invariably grabbed Severus and carried on with whatever wild and humiliating new schemes they had come up with, none of the mothers would notice, dismissing it as 'children jokes'.
Severus knew better and, felt the worst for it. He wanted to shout and bang the doors at home. Declare his independence and state he would never EVER put his feet at the Potters house again.
"Father got away with it, did he not?"
Mum wouldn't have it. So much for his dream of independence.
The torture didn't finish with the end of the visit. On the way home, mum would keep repeating her wishes: "Couldn't you be like Jamie? Couldn't you try?" once she came up with: "Maybe I could cut your hair."
"No!!!!" That time Severus had to run from her until she forgot that wild notion.
The moments of his childhood where Severus felt most happy were Uncle Belchior's visits. Now, this was one of the most interesting people Severus had ever laid his eyes on; Uncle Belchior was a mediwizard. He had lots and lots of books he let Severus read, and he made his own potions!!!! He said he could only trust himself with the kind of things he wanted a potion to do. How cooler could you get?
Severus worshipped his father's brother, and only wished he'd come and visit more often.
Mum seemed to barely tolerate her brother in law, but Severus couldn't put his finger on the reason. As far as he could observe, (and Severus could pride himself in his observation skills) Uncle Belchior was perfectly polite to her, and to anybody else he talked to.
Still, in spite of his mother's dislike, or maybe a little because of it, Severus enjoyed his uncle's presence as much as he could. With every visit, the mediwizard brought some present: some interesting book about potions or charms or some rare ingredient Severus, at his young age, would have found impossible to gather. Two times, in the absence of his parents, Uncle Belchior took Severus to Knockturn-Alley, so he could learn where to replenish his stock, in case of need.
Mum would have a fit if she ever found about these escapades. Severus knew better than to tell her. Uncle Belchior never had to ask him to lie to his parents.
The mediwizard also evaluated his nephew's achievements in potions. Greeting his successes with enthusiasm, and avoiding (not very convincingly) showing disappointment over failure.
Severus decided, at the age of ten, he wanted to be a mediwizard.
His father told him outright it was nonsense. He was supposed to follow his political steps.
That was what he got for being foolish enough to state his wishes aloud. Father's derisive laughter would follow Severus in years to come. The one thing Severus knew he was good at was no good in his father's eyes, and there was NO way to please mum.
Even Hogwarts. It had been mum's decision that Severus should proceed with his education at Hogwarts.
Father, of course, was against it. He had studied at Durmstrang, All the Snape family line had, and his ONLY son should too.
Severus had eavesdropped this argument, and felt the bitterness in his father's tone. He didn't understood why, and found himself praying not to go to Durmstrang. In years to come, he would ask himself, should he have prayed to go?
Mum won that one, but father insisted in choosing and purchasing his first wand in Romania. His son wouldn't use an Olivander's Wand.
It distressed Severus, to hear James and Sirius brag about how they had gone to Diagon-alley and how their wands had chosen for them, after they had received their invitations to attend Hogwarts in September.
It was bad enough to hear mum complain: "how come you didn't receive your invitation yet?" as if it was his fault.
"I'm still ten" he would try to explain: "Pretty-boy James became eleven last week".
His boldness would grant him a scolding, what else was new? What really worried him was his father choosing his wand! How could he know he would get it right? It took a whole week to father's return from his business trip with his wand, carefully protected in a Dragon-hide case.
Father was wearing an expectant smile, and was not disappointed.
In spite, of Severus' fears, when he held his wand, it felt right. Sort of like, it had always been part of himself, and he had only noticed it then.
"25 cm, Fig-tree" explained father "With a vampire hair in its core"
"Vampire?" Severus asked in awe.
"The perfect wand for a Snape" assured father.
"How come?" he asked, knowing what was coming.
"Your ancestry rules in you. The blood can tell"
Severus thought it would be wise not to gloat about his ancestry or wand in front of anyone, but kept the wand with pride.
He got his Hogwarts invitation in mid August, by his eleventh birthday. Mum threw a big party, and invited everybody. It seemed like it was the letter's birthday, for all the attention Severus got. Everybody read the missive though.
So on the first of September, he found himself at the nine and ¾ platform at King's Cross Station, surrounded by Hogwarts students, noisily meeting each other after two holyday months.
Mum kept her hands in his shoulders, smiling at the other mothers, happy for joining "the club".
When the Potters arrived with James and baby Jonah, her smile grow ever larger, although Severus didn't see how this could be possible. He tried to run, but mum's hands clutching at his shoulders made him stay put.
"Hello Beatrice!" She chirped happy.
Mrs Potter approached, and ignoring Severus between them, kissed the air beside his mother's cheek.
"So good to see you again Mandy!"
That, as if they hadn't see each other the day before.
Sirius arrived with his mischievous smile, much to James' delight and after some very noisy goodbye kisses and thousands of last minute pieces of advice from their respective mothers, they were allowed to enter the Hogwarts Express with their trunks.
This was it.
This was the first time Severus would be on his own.
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I hope you enjoy this
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RUNAWAY
Growing pains
Severus had FINALY, received his invitation to Hogwarts: the school of magic, witchcraft and wizarding.
Mum was glad. She was on a roll.
Severus couldn't suppress the feeling her gleeful state was, for the most part, at the prospect of getting rid of him. Worse still, James Potter would be attending there too, with Sirius Black 'his siamese twin'.
Lucius Malfoy was bad enough with his superior manners, but Potter. Potter was everybody's 'Golden Boy'. The son every mother in mum's circle of friends wanted to have.
"If you were more like Jamie." mum would say every other day ".So polite, so smart, so witty, so handsome." and so on.
Severus wanted to vomit. Handsome? The git's hair has like a mop! Couldn't a boy have an aversion to water? For Merlin sake, what was this female obsession with his hair? Grease was surely a conservative substance. Just wait until precious Jamie got to fifty and bald.
"I'll laugh then".
Severus was smart too. AND polite! He just wasn't a "people" person. He lacked social skills to impress everybody with his wit and charm. That didn't mean he had none.
In the few parties at Malfoy Manor, his parents had let him attend with them, Lucius had been "the king" of the place, bossing Severus around and looking him over his shoulder. Severus didn't like Lucius and couldn't even show it. Mum would smack him in the ears if he would embarrass her and father in their "reunions".
In the Potters house, it was worse. Father wouldn't go there, but mum and Mrs Potter were friends and in spite of father's feelings, mum lived to share the most recent gossip with James' mother.
Severus guessed his parents weren't very happy together. They kept that external image of a solid couple, attending the most important social events but, at home, they didn't talk. They didn't fight either. It was just this. silence.
Now to see mum happy, you just had to stop at the Potters' house occasionally. She'd be envying the Potters life, their status, their children, and Mr Potter's post at the Ministry.
That was, supposedly, a good reason for father's dislike of them. Severus could sympathise. He certainly didn't like James Potter, who surely didn't ignore nor act superior near Severus. No! Since the first time Severus had laid his eyes on James Potter and Sirius Black in Basic School for Young Wizards, the two 'golden bastards' had bullied him.
Not only at school but also at every visit to the Potters, Severus would end up running to save his life, or at least his pride, while mum would be purring:
"How lively Jamie is."
Mrs Potter would agree, pleased with her offspring: James and Jonah Potter. Baby Jonah at her lap like a prized toy.
When James and his shadow Sirius invariably grabbed Severus and carried on with whatever wild and humiliating new schemes they had come up with, none of the mothers would notice, dismissing it as 'children jokes'.
Severus knew better and, felt the worst for it. He wanted to shout and bang the doors at home. Declare his independence and state he would never EVER put his feet at the Potters house again.
"Father got away with it, did he not?"
Mum wouldn't have it. So much for his dream of independence.
The torture didn't finish with the end of the visit. On the way home, mum would keep repeating her wishes: "Couldn't you be like Jamie? Couldn't you try?" once she came up with: "Maybe I could cut your hair."
"No!!!!" That time Severus had to run from her until she forgot that wild notion.
The moments of his childhood where Severus felt most happy were Uncle Belchior's visits. Now, this was one of the most interesting people Severus had ever laid his eyes on; Uncle Belchior was a mediwizard. He had lots and lots of books he let Severus read, and he made his own potions!!!! He said he could only trust himself with the kind of things he wanted a potion to do. How cooler could you get?
Severus worshipped his father's brother, and only wished he'd come and visit more often.
Mum seemed to barely tolerate her brother in law, but Severus couldn't put his finger on the reason. As far as he could observe, (and Severus could pride himself in his observation skills) Uncle Belchior was perfectly polite to her, and to anybody else he talked to.
Still, in spite of his mother's dislike, or maybe a little because of it, Severus enjoyed his uncle's presence as much as he could. With every visit, the mediwizard brought some present: some interesting book about potions or charms or some rare ingredient Severus, at his young age, would have found impossible to gather. Two times, in the absence of his parents, Uncle Belchior took Severus to Knockturn-Alley, so he could learn where to replenish his stock, in case of need.
Mum would have a fit if she ever found about these escapades. Severus knew better than to tell her. Uncle Belchior never had to ask him to lie to his parents.
The mediwizard also evaluated his nephew's achievements in potions. Greeting his successes with enthusiasm, and avoiding (not very convincingly) showing disappointment over failure.
Severus decided, at the age of ten, he wanted to be a mediwizard.
His father told him outright it was nonsense. He was supposed to follow his political steps.
That was what he got for being foolish enough to state his wishes aloud. Father's derisive laughter would follow Severus in years to come. The one thing Severus knew he was good at was no good in his father's eyes, and there was NO way to please mum.
Even Hogwarts. It had been mum's decision that Severus should proceed with his education at Hogwarts.
Father, of course, was against it. He had studied at Durmstrang, All the Snape family line had, and his ONLY son should too.
Severus had eavesdropped this argument, and felt the bitterness in his father's tone. He didn't understood why, and found himself praying not to go to Durmstrang. In years to come, he would ask himself, should he have prayed to go?
Mum won that one, but father insisted in choosing and purchasing his first wand in Romania. His son wouldn't use an Olivander's Wand.
It distressed Severus, to hear James and Sirius brag about how they had gone to Diagon-alley and how their wands had chosen for them, after they had received their invitations to attend Hogwarts in September.
It was bad enough to hear mum complain: "how come you didn't receive your invitation yet?" as if it was his fault.
"I'm still ten" he would try to explain: "Pretty-boy James became eleven last week".
His boldness would grant him a scolding, what else was new? What really worried him was his father choosing his wand! How could he know he would get it right? It took a whole week to father's return from his business trip with his wand, carefully protected in a Dragon-hide case.
Father was wearing an expectant smile, and was not disappointed.
In spite, of Severus' fears, when he held his wand, it felt right. Sort of like, it had always been part of himself, and he had only noticed it then.
"25 cm, Fig-tree" explained father "With a vampire hair in its core"
"Vampire?" Severus asked in awe.
"The perfect wand for a Snape" assured father.
"How come?" he asked, knowing what was coming.
"Your ancestry rules in you. The blood can tell"
Severus thought it would be wise not to gloat about his ancestry or wand in front of anyone, but kept the wand with pride.
He got his Hogwarts invitation in mid August, by his eleventh birthday. Mum threw a big party, and invited everybody. It seemed like it was the letter's birthday, for all the attention Severus got. Everybody read the missive though.
So on the first of September, he found himself at the nine and ¾ platform at King's Cross Station, surrounded by Hogwarts students, noisily meeting each other after two holyday months.
Mum kept her hands in his shoulders, smiling at the other mothers, happy for joining "the club".
When the Potters arrived with James and baby Jonah, her smile grow ever larger, although Severus didn't see how this could be possible. He tried to run, but mum's hands clutching at his shoulders made him stay put.
"Hello Beatrice!" She chirped happy.
Mrs Potter approached, and ignoring Severus between them, kissed the air beside his mother's cheek.
"So good to see you again Mandy!"
That, as if they hadn't see each other the day before.
Sirius arrived with his mischievous smile, much to James' delight and after some very noisy goodbye kisses and thousands of last minute pieces of advice from their respective mothers, they were allowed to enter the Hogwarts Express with their trunks.
This was it.
This was the first time Severus would be on his own.
Liked it? I'll be writing more, as soon as I can. Please be kind and review, I'd like to know what you think.