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Me: "Finally, Helen story begins!"

Severus: "Detention."

Me: "Where else would I write my story?"

*Giggles*

-1991-

South East England

In the last ten years since the Dark Lord disappeared, a family moved on to the top of a meadow in the south-east of England, neighbor's swear to each other that they had never heard them fight. A black box rested on a table, tighten with a small red ribbon and on top of the lamp on the same table, just outside the window, the beautiful green canopy of the meadow was around the field, covering the surroundings of the cream-colored two-story house, entering through the main dirt road; and slipping inside under the door to their dining room, in the middle seat was a tall man with straight, black hair. He turned the page.

The photographs in the newspaper moved, they fought, they were disgusted by an unexpected event, something had happened, it had been an uproar.

"A break in into Gringotts," Lily said, "...nowhere is safe anymore. I fear the worst is yet to come." Her elbow rested next to the fireplace, at the end of the table. Severus glanced at her eyes and smiled.

"Isn't it time we tell her?" Severus whispered. The Daily Prophet now rested over the table when Lily sat next to him.

"Severus, there's still a month left," she begged. "Helen hasn't shown any signs, but." Severus placed a hand over hers. "Is time we face it," Severus said.

"Our daughter, maybe a Squib." He told softly, looking at her playful lips. Severus rose and kissed her passionately. The mood in the room shifted when two books were slammed on the table on top of the Daily Prophet. "What's a Squib?" said a young girl that wore a brown jacket with an "SA" symbol on her shoulder that was over a blue crown of laurel.

Severus walked to his little living image. Passed his fingers through his daughter's hair as they smile to each other. "Have fun in school." He kissed her on the forehead and walked away leaving the two females in the room in hopes that Lily would tell her about her fate.

"Mom, look I-" The little one bit her lower lip. She wanted to tell her something but was cut off by her mother's words. "Sweetheart, your father and I are ..." She froze for a second, what would her reaction be to all of this? Lily took a deep breath, and continue. "...wizards." Helen had a marble-sized glass ball that contained smoke in her hand, when she was putting it in her pocket it began to turn red.

"Like the trick of the coin? Is that dad's new job?" Helen looked at her mother's twin eyes, searching for an answer. She rose an eyebrow. "No, honey. Like real magic." Her list twisted.

Helen was silent trying to process what was said to her. It sounded like a joke at first, but now, maybe her mother had been using drugs.

"Are you on drugs, mom?" Helen spoke her feelings through a deep stare behind her obscure eye-shadow.

"No. What, honey, did your teacher tell you about these Muggle things?" Lily smiled at him slightly, "Muggle?" Helen answered, and her mother knelt in front of her. "I'll tell you what. I'll promise to show you something special after school. You'll be late, come."

Lily got up, went for her coat and car keys. Meanwhile, Helen was distracted by a newspaper under the books from the thirty-one of July, her father had been reading a newspaper from the day before. Strange. She took it and looked at the bizarre figures, they were goblins from what she could recognize from books. The stairs that lead to the second floor from the living room, creaked.

Helen knew that her mother would be back at any second, and she would probably take this newspaper away. But she wanted to know what the page said, read it, and checked the living photographs. What kind of technology was this? It was like a small television screen in repeat.

Maybe, it was magic. As her mother told her. No. That was ridiculous. Magic? Such a thing does not exist. So she kept it for herself, as fast as he could in his backpack with a side strap. "I found them here, come, honey. You don't want to be late to your first day at school." Lily extended her hand, Helen reached out and took it, and they left the house.

...

They spent hours in the car on their way to her school, Smeltings Academy, a public school for students who wanted to have a career in welding.

"How are things at school?" Lily broke the silence in the car.

"Fine," Helen took something out from her pocket. "...I was going to tell you about this..," Lily looked through the back seat mirror, her daughter was holding the glass ball up to her.

"Where did you get that Remembrall?" Helen's thoughts became a jumbled, her mother called it by name. She knew what it was.

"That's a magical item. Where did you get it?" Lily kept her eyes on the road, and a strong grip on the steering wheel. Helen's shoulders relaxed, she was definitely sure that it was her mother who put it there. Helen thought.

She sighed softly, "I found it in my room this morning."

"How odd. Maybe your father put it there, or it was the fairies." Lily said, chuckling at her expression.

"Of course." She said back with a deep tone of her voice. Lily looked in the mirror again, only to briefly see for an instant a black and stilted mirror.

Helen's mouthwash wide opened and stopped to think what to reply. She restrained herself, and her hands were shaking, "Hahaha." She replied with a sarcastic one indeed, and she just rested her head on the window. Ignoring her mother altogether. She wasn't telling her anything. Only jokes.

Lily drop her smile, the mirror on her left was like new, she clenched her teeth, crossed her eyebrows with her chin up. Something was wrong with Helen. She barely speaks about school.

...

Lily had left Helen outside the gates of the academy. "See you later, baby." A boy waved his hand at her, before bursting into laughter with two other friends. The three boys were wearing a maroon tailcoat, orange knickerbockers, and straw hats. Unlike girls who wore skirts with long black pants underneath. Helen walked away without saying anything, and her shoulders shrunken.

Another prick to add to her list. "Hey, where are you going precious." said the color kid in the middle. Helen kept walking and reached the classroom in no time.

Hours went by in history Class, very useful subjects, the introduction and use of stone, Iron, copper & lead. Clay was the intriguing part, it was used on almost anything in the past, Helen noted down everything the teacher told in class.

She thought about taking a nap during lunch time, and now that every other student went to the courtyard, she stood in the classroom alone. Helen sat and placed her face on her backpack, but in her head buzzed the same question. She tried to empty her mind — she needed to sleep, she had to, she had a nightmare last night, and couldn't sleep at all — but it rapidly came back to her.

...

Two big white eyes approached her and surrounded her body with the speed of the wind, there was a black room where only the cold was visible from her lips. "Leave. P-please!" she shouted. Every second that passed was colder. Helen did not move from her position, she couldn't see anything, and to stumble was not what she needed right now. The creature roared, and she just bent down with her knees to her chest. "I-I don't want to." The wind and darkness approached and touched her shoulder.

...

The sigh echoed through the room, her blood-cells were moving at a slow passed inside her heart. Oxygen was not reaching the brain and went she was finally able to concentrate in front of her. The pages she had written were broken, flying around her in tiny pieces. "Not again." She said to herself tenfold. Magic wasn't real. Fairies weren't real. She continued to deny everything "special" about herself.

What her mother told her was just a joke nothing to take to heart. Her father's newspaper. She took it out. The photos were still moving. There had to be a logical explanation for all of this. She turned the pages and kept reading everything, but Helen still did not understand all these strange words. "Please, stop." She said once more, and all the papers in the room fell to the floor.

"Oi, freak." That was the starting point, again, no matter where she was, someone always meddled in her affairs. "Give me your money for lunch." said the plump one that had to around her same age or a bit older. "Go away," she said. The boy and his two friends approached her and began to pinch her with their fingers. One of them began to pull her smooth black hair, and she fell to the ground.

The boy's fingers entered her dress, and they took her purse where she had some money saved. Laughing, he threw the money on the floor with the bag. "Is that all you have!" Shouted he who seemed to be the leader of the group. "I want tenfold tomorrow, or your homework will be next." said the proud smiling brat. "Oi, Dursley, check this out." said the thin boy with blond hair. The boy fringled Helen's newspaper at little Dursley. "Where did you get this, Disneyland?" The boys laughed, and Dursley destroyed the newspaper in half and threw it at her face.

"Oi, Dursley, look at the little girl crying."

Dursley knelt beside her and pulled the hair out of her face, revealing her tears. Helen's eyes were light dark red with a little shadow of black on them. The boy leaned back and slipped, he fell on his bottom to the ground. And watched as a dark mass began to leave Helena's body. She was yelling, crying even. The classroom had been shaking apart, and the roof was engulfed by a black substance.

"Help me!" She cried to him, with her hand in his direction. She held back her hand, looked at herself as her bones creaked and her muscles contracted involuntarily again and again faster each passing second. He looked at the door, and his "friends" had already left, they ran to save their own skin. He could not speak, he got up and ran to the door. His shoe flattened one of the newspaper's sheets and slipped, falling unconscious on the floor. Helen could feel her heart up to her throat, her chest compressed and her skin was a hundred times lighter.

The room began to sink in on itself. Time seemed an eternity. Yet, she only spent three minutes in the real world, and her voice became mute. Not that it matters, she soon lost the will to scream. Her hears still worked, and she heard a horrid thunder sound cracking in the corridors of the school. A man in a black garment entered the room, her body and vision were heavy. She could not identify the person, and she fell on the spot to weak to move.

"No, Helen. P-please, don't-" he cried out, kneeling before his daughter. "Everything will be fine." He held her close to his chest and took his wand out. "Dad?" She asked, but Snape continued to mumble a song next to her in a language she couldn't understand. It may have appeared to be English, but she didn't know the meaning of the words.

...

It had been three days, Helen didn't wake up, and didn't show signs of waking up anytime soon. Severus walked into his daughter's room, back and forth without patience. He had sent a letter to Dumbledore, but there was no response. He was desperate. His daughter was something unimaginable. An Obscurial. Most children die at the age of ten, but their daughter was special. Her magic potential was beyond normal to survive at least one more year.

"She'll live." He said in softly voice. He had to lie to himself, she couldn't die. She doesn't even know, or does she? But the questions that ran through his mind at the speed of light and stole his attention were who, when and how. "She had to have suffered some kind of psychological or physical abuse to develop an Obscurus, Severus." Lily came into the room with a book titled, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.

"Yes, and she had also been holding back her magic unconsciously. That's why we never saw anything unusual from her." He said, hands on his hips. "Why we thought she was a Squib." Lily nodded crying. "Will this affect your status at Hogwarts? Are not we going to send her?" Lily asked making a fuss in the room. Severus moved toward her and let her rest on his shoulder. "I'll take care of it." Severus gently responded embracing her hair and kissing her forehead.

...

A few hours later, Severus and Lily were in the room dancing, slowly, and Lily still couldn't hold her tears.

"Dad? Mom? What happened?" Helen sat on the bed, but the room was still shaking and a loud pinch hurt her ears. "Thank, God." Lily ran to her daughter's side and kneel next to the bed. Helen cleaned her mother's tears and noticed that her mother was holding an empty glass in her hand. Lily couldn't hold back herself, she was kissing and hugging her daughter again, it was a miracle. She was alive. Severus slightly smiled from where he was, verifying the potion at the table. It was empty.

"Tomorrow, If you're feeling well. I'll like to take you shopping." Severus saw her young angel smiled, yet, Severus himself glanced at her in a serious manner, in his thoughts one single thing remained to do.

Severus: "I didn't take her. I don't shop."

Me: "Yes, you did!"

*Awkward silence.*

Severus: "I'll see you here at the usual time. Detention."