Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
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The floor was cool against her back as she regained consciousness. Familiar black eyes that were identical to her own glared down at her.
Her mother swatted at her feet as she went to clean up the mess Septima had made not too long ago.
"Oh, honestly Septima. What if your father had seen you?" Her mother fretted as she swept the floor.
Septima rushed to her feet and bowed her head. For some odd reason, the idea that the woman in front of her('Her mother!' a voice reminded her with glee) was upset with her, made her feel… sad.
"I'm s-sorry." she stammered, cursing herself. Whenever she was nervous, Septima had the annoying tendency to stutter. The neighborhood kids loved to make fun of her for it so she didn't really have any friends. The fact that her dad was a drunk, and that her family was poor didn't really help matters much.
(A flash of red hair, vibrant green eyes. Septima had thought that she was beautiful-)
"Septima!" Her mother barked breaking her out her musings.
Septima straightened automatically.
"Y-yes mummy?" She questioned innocently.
Her mum looked at her and sighed.
"I've told you multiple times to try and fix that stutter," she muttered. "As I was saying, I want you to go to Ms. Robinson's for the afternoon. I'm going to the supermarket." She relayed smoothly as if she was talking to a coworker and not her young daughter.
Septima nodded jerkily. Flashes of a kindly old woman that smelled of baked pastries filled her mind.
"But clean yourself up first." Her mum voiced wrinkling her nose. "You smell horrid."
Septima blushed as her mother left the bathroom but did as she was told.
Judging by the size of her body, Septima couldn't have been older than six years old at the moment. She really didn't understand why her mum was leaving her alone like this.
She marveled at the thought. Only six years old and the original Septima had already been so perceptive. So knowing.
As soon as she finished washing up, she looked at her clothing items.
They were all pretty ugly she realized in disdain. They were all her mum's old blouses and none of them fit her properly.
She eventually settled on an all-black dress shirt that had way too many frills and some baggy black pants.
She looked awful.
Septima pulled an oversized brown coat onto her small frame and tiptoed past her father and out of the living room to Ms. Robinson's house. It was as if her feet were moving on her own.
The sweet old woman beamed as soon as she saw her and gathered Septima in a hug.
Septima winced at the sudden contact at first before immediately melting into the embrace.
A large brown piano caught Septima attention.
(Happy memories of them sitting side by side flooded her mind. Someone actually cared about her-)
Her lips moved on their own.
"Granny, c-could we continue with the p-piano lessons?" she asked excitedly bouncing up and down.
The woman looked down at her and bopped her nose lightly.
"Let's have some pie first. Tell me about your day." she offered gently ushering Septima in.
Septima nodded and babbled on childishly. The woman in front of her nodded indulgently ruffling the young girl's hair.
The only time the original Septima had felt truly safe was with Ms. Robinson, and she was quickly beginning to see why.
The rest of the afternoon was filled with laughter and warmth.
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Septima didn't end up leaving Ms. Robinson's house until around six o'clock.
The kindhearted woman pressed a warm kiss to her forehead and congratulated her on her progress with the piano.
She didn't fully comprehend why, but as soon as her tiny hands glided over the piano keys it was as if her fingers had a mind of their own.
"Thank you Granny." she articulated " Y-you're an amazing teacher."
The old woman grinned and ruffled her plain black hair.
"No darling, you're an amazing student." She insisted as she went to her drawer and pulled out a small amount of money. "Now don't tell your mum about this, but I want you to get yourself something nice," warned softly as she pushed a few pounds into Septima's palm.
Septima gaped at her but nodded her head easily enough.
"Thank you, I-I'll be back next week." Septima sputtered as she ran out of the house giddily.
She shoved the money into the pocket of her oversized coat and grinned.
She didn't feel like going "home" at the moment (Did that house even count as a home?) the more childish part of her wanted to explore.
Her feet moved her to a small quiet playground, and she hid behind some bushes.
"Why am I here?" She thought to herself warily.
"Just wait for it." A voice replied.
Septima did as she was told, and tried not to think about the reoccurring voice that took refuge in her head.
This place felt familiar. It was obvious that the original Septima had frequented it a lot.
A few minutes later, she was met with the reason why.
Her hair reminded Septima of flames, her eyes resembled emeralds. It was no mystery as to why the original Septima had been smitten with her.
She trailed after her elder sister diligently, listening to her babble on about God knows what.
Her eye caught the swingset and she immediately brightened. She tugged on her sister's sleeve and practically begged to get on.
The sister rolled her eyes but appeased her easily enough.
That was when Septima had chosen to leave. She didn't exactly fancy the idea of spying on someone, a child especially. The voice in her head screamed at her to go back, but she ignored it easily enough.
Curious emerald eyes caught sight of her as she walked away from the playground. Septima froze, (I don't need help from amudblood like you-) before running as fast as her tiny legs would carry her.
The moment she got to her house she immediately ran up to her room and sobbed into her pillowcase.
Septima may not remember who she was before this. But she did remember something else.
(Harry James Potter- The boy who lived while his parents died- Lily Evans, a bright, kind woman who had been taken too soon- Severus Tobias Snape, the boy that was supposed to exist in her place-)
She was in Harry Potter. She was the female version of Severus Snape, arguably one of the most important characters in the book series.
Except… this wasn't a book series anymore. This was Septima's life.
She used her old, beaten down pillow to muffle her cries. It wouldn't do any good for Tobias to hear her.
This was her life now, Septima realized bitterly. She had stolen the life of an innocent six-year-old girl and was now being forced to live it out. She could feel the universe laughing at her.
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Author's note: So here's chapter 2 of Bellātor. I'm slowly fleshing out Septima's character and I hope that she's at least a little bit interesting to read. Unlike in Hiraeth, Septima will actually have memories of what goes down in the Harry Potter world. Whether she actually tries to change them… you'll just have to wait and see. I posted this story only yesterday and it already has 24 follows 8 favorites and 4 reviews. Thank you guys for acting so quickly. I didn't say it outright, but the original Septima did have a bit of a crush on Lily. This Septima will not. Like in Hiraeth, it will take a long while before any romance happens for Septima. As I stated earlier she's only six as of right now. Besides, she will have plenty of her own problems that she will need to deal with before she focuses on someone else.
Questions I have for you Guys:
What do you think of Septima so far? Do you have a bit of a grasp on her character, or do you need more to go on?
How do you think the marauders will react in regards to Septima? Will they ignore her, or will there still be tension between them despite her being a girl now?
P.S. As you can see by the cover, I chose Kiko Mizuhara as a face claim for a much older Septima if you ever need help visualizing her. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter.