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A/N: Hey, yep, re-writing this one too. It kinda sucks. So I'm taking the time to rewrite it and get it the way I hoped it would be in the first place. So, I guess that's kinda it. :/

So enjoy chapter 2. (:

Life as a Snape: Chapter 2

My mind, too petrified to bother with moving any of my body parts, froze as if time itself stood still. I guess it's lucky that my lungs breathe involuntarily, because I would have forgotten to breath. The air rushing into my body was coming in breathless sucks of air that did nothing for my body, for it also must have shown in my body appearance on the outside as well.

'I do say Hermione; you are doing an excellent impression of fish.' Snape said, chuckling and my stunned guise. He must find this whole situation ironic, the girl with all the answers is speechless, stunned, struck without words. My mouth remained agape, unable to take in my real appearance, until I hear a faint mutter of Snape muttering the countercharm, putting the spell back on me. Watching in awe, I follow the magical transformation back up my body until it engulfs me entirely, leaving me the way I was used to being.

Finally snapping out of my dazed trance, I slowly turn back to my now adoptive parents and my real father. Huh, that's gonna take some getting used to… 'Ok,' I start uneasily, 'would it be alright if I asked you all a couple of questions?' I asked, trying to keep the anger out of my voice. Anger, confusion, and betrayal, it's hard to determine which one I feel the most.

'Of course.' my adoptive mother says nervously as she takes my father's hand and goes to sit on the couch. Snape reclaims the armchair for his own. That leaves me standing in front of all of them. Good, because I've got a thing or two to say to them.

I stalked silently to the center stage, and turned to face them, their facial expressions telling me they could not tell what I was thinking or what I was going to say Funny, I guess my facial expression proved nonchalant. I remained silent for a couple moments as I began to formulate what questions I should ask, to gain all the knowledge I've lacked for so long. 'Ok, my first question is, why did you give me up at four months?' was the first to blurt out, because my hurt emotions were telling me that there was more to the story than I thought. How he said it, sounded like they didn't even want me, that I was some sort of mistake to him.

But judging by the look of remorse and sorrow that clouded the professor's face told me that wasn't the case. Snape sat there for a moment, in complete silence, looking rather pained as his eyes took sudden interest in the carpet beneath his feet. 'Hermione, we never wanted to give you up. You were forcefully taken from us. And you weren't given up at four months; you were taken when you were five years old.'

Confused, but slightly relieved, I asked, 'then why did you just the charm over me at four months?' I asked more calmly this time, knowing that I was not a mistake.

'Well, we wanted to disguise you, so you wouldn't be taken. But our plan failed, and you were taken anyway.' That made the most sense out of everything else that was said tonight, because that much I could have guessed on my own. I decided to switch to a happier topic, temporarily satisfied with the knowledge of my new parents. 'So what about the rest of your family, do you have any more children?' I ask, unable to keep the excitement out of my voice. How cool would it be if I had siblings? My adoptive parents didn't have any children, so, growing up, it was rather quiet.

My new topic made Snape noticeably happier as well. 'Yes, you do. You have an older sister and two twin brothers, Ara, Malik, and Arsenio.' He answered me, sounding relieved as well, that he did not have to continue talking about a subject that clearly still hurt to talk about.

Reveling in this new information, my mind wheeled overwhelmingly excited for a reason I could not explain. 'Really? So, I am the youngest out of the four of us? How old are they?' I ask, curiously.

'Ara is sixteen, a sixth year at Beauxbatons, your brothers on the other hand are the same age as you, and they both are fourteen.' He answers, waiting patiently to see if I catch on.

I do. 'Wait, they're the same age? How is that possible? They must have been born in January, no? Because if that isn't true…. Then we must be…' I trail off in disbelief.

Snape turned serious again. 'You are. You three are triplets. And believe it or not, but that is the whole reason why you were taken in the first place. Let me finish.' He pauses, noting how my face must have lit up with a million questions. I let my mouth close, letting him finish. 'The three of you have a very special connection, and special abilities that go along with that. Voldemort wanted to make sure that he wasn't going to be overruled by a bunch of teenagers.' Snape answers, further blowing my mind, each comment he says gets more and more unreal.

But surreal or not, the whole special connection and ability thing struck my interest. 'What kind of special abilities?' I asked excitedly, disregarding every logical magical thought in my mind.

'Honestly, I haven't the slightest clue. Since you left the twins' lives at a very young age, you three don't remember each other so they haven't been able to tap into their special ability, but they can tap into their special connection. Say, Hermione, have you ever heard someone talking, but it sounds like it's coming from your head?' he asks a strange question. But the slight smirk on his face tells me he already knows the answer.

I thought about that, thinking back to every time I thought I was going mental. 'As a matter of fact' I exclaim excitedly, for two reasons. One, I'm not going mental, so that's always a good thing. And two, to know that I had a supernatural connection to people I didn't even know fascinated me beyond words. It fascinates me more than everything in the Hogwarts library combined. Ok, maybe that's a stretch, but it's a close second. 'I have heard voices that sounded as if they didn't belong to me. So is that them trying to talk to me?' I ask.

Snape chuckles in response to my reaction. 'Yes. I have asked them several times to try and connect with you, but they never came back with a name or a response.' He answered, sounding somewhat disappointed.

Ok, now I've got a semi clear picture of what my brothers are like, but I've always wanted an older sister, so I move onto the questions involving her. 'Ok, so tell me about my sister.' I said, curious to learn more about my family.

Snape lets out quiet laugh of amusement, which raises my hope. I've always wanted an older sister to study with. 'Well, your sister is nothing like you.' Great, there goes that hope. I think sulkily to myself, but I don't let that faze me. 'She's into Quidditch and nothing else. She hates to study, and doesn't read much.' Snape finishes, and waits to see the reaction he knows he's going to get.

The muscles in my jaw don't have any work to do; gravity takes care of my dropping jaw. I feel my eyelids retreat into my skull, expanding the sight of my widened eyes, for I was flabbergasted that someone like that could be related to me. 'Oh,' was all I mumble, straining to not express my disappointment.

Before Snape gets the chance to amuse himself at my obvious disappointment, his eyes dart to the wall clock, and his own eyes widen in surprise. 'Oh Merlin, look at the time! Come, Hermione, go pack up your things. We're leaving for Snape Manor. Thank you Mr. And Mrs. Granger for the lovely tea.' Snape says, getting up to formally shake my adoptive parents' hands. I, on the other hand, was in no rush to go anywhere. So, I just found out I'm a bloody Snape, I've got a sister who's nothing like me, and now I have to go and throw myself into a totally foreign lifestyle? I don't think so.

'Um, sir? I hate to be rude, but do we have to leave now? I mean, this is a lot to take in. I would rather have time to absorb it all in a place I feel comfortable in.' I try and reason, desperate for one more night in my room.

He stops shaking my adoptive parents' hands. His eyes turn to my direction, but he isn't looking at me. Instead, he is in thought, thinking over my request. 'Well, I promised your brothers I would have you home tonight, but I suppose one more night won't hurt. I will be back for you tomorrow morning, eight o'clock sharp.' He says, as he makes his way towards the door. He turns one more time to bid us goodnight before he apparates out.

Turning slowly, I note that my adoptive parents turn to face me, but I honestly just want to be alone. I slowly walk up to them, kiss them both on the cheek goodnight, and immediately head upstairs. Speed walking down the hallway, I reach the door at the end, yank it open, slam it shut, and collapse on my bed. There's no way any of that just happened… I've got to be dreaming… I pinch myself several times before I give up; knowing that everything I just heard was the truth, the total valid truth. What the bloody hell am I supposed to do now? I think hopelessly to myself. I decide, after about an hour of staring at the unmoving black ceiling, which held no answers to anything I was trying to get out of it, to go to bed, knowing that everything will be explained to me tomorrow, at my new house, with my new family.

Screeching me out of a sleepless night, my alarm clock blares, reading seven fifteen in the morning. Groaning, I groggily get up, and take my suitcase out. Leaving it wide open on the floor, I take my wand out and muttered the shrinking spell. I watch dejectedly as everything in my room, from the pictures that cover my dresser to the very clothes inside my dresser shrinks to a quarter their original size. I flick my wand again, and everything comes flying into the suitcase, which magically zips itself up after everything is inside. With my suitcase by my side, I walk over to the door of my room, and turn around one last time.

My room looks totally unfamiliar to me. The only things that remain of my presence in this room, are my bed, freshly made, the curtains gathering dust in front of the dirty windows, and the dresser, once inter with clutter now spotless. The room, without me and my stuff in it, looked very commodious, and it bothered me to no end. But I wanted this transition to be as smooth and painless as possible. Yeah, like that's possible. I think bitterly to myself, but I push the thought aside, and with one final glance at my room, I shut the door and head downstairs.

My adoptive parents meet me at the bottom, still bundled up in their sleepwear. Mrs. Granger smiles sadly down at me, and kisses my forehead; Mr. Granger repeats the action. 'You'll be fine sweetie; it's where you've always belonged.' He tells me, but his words don't help me.

In a perfect world, I wouldn't be moving away from everything I've ever known, and I wouldn't be moving in with the school's least favorite professor. And on top of it all, I haven't got a clue as to what's going to happen to my life. Something, on top of everything else, kept me up last night. Last night, Snape mentioned something, about keeping me safe by putting me under the concealer charm. Safe? Safe from what? Those words swirled around and around in my head like an unstoppable merry-go-round.

The noble chimes of the doorbell ripped me from my thoughts and my adoptive father's arms as he goes and answers the door, but he already knows who's there. Severus Snape steps through door, but obviously looks like he isn't keen on staying.

'You ready Hermione?' he asks, offering his hand out.

I don't say anything. I turn away from him and turn towards my parents. I keep my face void of emotions, as I give my adoptive parents one last hug. 'Bye.' I say to them 'I promise I will write to you.'

'Ok sweetie. Bye!' my adoptive mother responds back, hugging me tightly before letting go. I turn away from them, and grab my suitcase and walk towards Snape, but I don't take his extended arm. Instead, I shove past it, and outside onto the sidewalk. Snape quickly follows, and soon, I watch hopelessly as the world around us begins to swirl, and my last hope of ever returning there extirpates.

The world around me finally comes back into focus, as my eyes once again come face to face with the concrete beneath my hands and knees, in comparison to my father, who once again lands gracefully on his feet beside me. 'Really Hermione?' he asks amusedly, emitting a small chuckle.

I tilt my head to where I knew only half of my eyes were showing as I glared up at him. Once again refusing his help, I shove myself up from my hands and dust myself off. I then make my way to my luggage that landed a good meter or two away from me. But, something stops me in my tracks. Towering over me, laid Snape Manor.

The grand castle was guarded by a midnight black iron fence, freshly painted, for the new paint smell was pungent in the air. But beyond the fence is what really caught one's eye. Resting in an ominous but strangely peaceful sort of manner, the Manor rested a good thirty meters away from the fence. Coming in between the two, a polished stone fountain spewing water from the angelic angels barely covered anything. The manor was painted black, as black as the night is, which made it stand out in the lush forest that surrounded it. At least two or three dozen windows plotted themselves across the front of the structure, and right smack dab in the middle, grand double doors remain shut. English ivory crept up the sides of the house, giving in an unkempt but overbearing look to the manor. The only thing looking remotely friendly was the well-tended to garden in the front, sprouting beautiful colors of sunset orange and yellow.

'Well go on.' I hear Snape say, snapping me out of my daze. This is my new house…. The thought doesn't seem real to me, along with this beautiful antique looking house. Unable to keep up my guise of aloofness and anger, I emit a squeal of glee as I drag my suitcase behind my dash for the double doors. Unfazed by my heavy panting, I impatiently wait for my father to greet me at the door. Rolling his eyes in an exaggerated manner, he unlocks the door with his wand, and gestures me in.

I am only able to take in one quick glance at my surroundings before they become obscured once more, by an overpowering force, two forces engulfing me in a tight hug. I begin to gag, for someone's hair begins to fill my mouth.

'Hermione, is that really you?' I hear one ask, on my left side.

'Y-yes, it is me, now if you don't mind; I would like my blood where it belongs, in my veins.' I joke, but that was my attempt at trying to get them to let go, or at least loosen up. I hear them laugh slightly, and they both let go simultaneously, and I'm struck once again at what I see. Standing before me, were two identical twin teenagers. And when I say identical, meaning it doesn't get more identical than what is in front of me. Exact mirror images of each other. Both extremely good looking, their hair flopping just right in front of their faces, giving them that extremely sexy quality. They were both also very tall, and very, very skinny. If I were to guess, my guess would be about 5'9 for both of them. There was just once difference between the two, their eye color. The brother on right had eyes that resembled mine, only, his are a shade or two lighter than mine, about a deep shade of purple, while the brother on the left had more lavender eyes.

'I'm Arsenio.' The brother on the right introduces himself, smiling brightly at me.

'Malik.' The other responses, mirroring his brother's smile, both revealing perfect white teeth. I suddenly feel a swift kick of jealously, knowing that they didn't have to go through the same dental procedures I did. But I mentally laugh it off.

They both turn to each other and nod, and before I know what they're doing, they walk over and examine me carefully before they both burst out laughing at the same time. 'Blimey Father!' Arsenio roars in between his uneven breaths. 'Out of four children, none of us got your nose!'

His comment breaks the tension inside me, as I begin to laugh, but I immediately size up again when I look back over at my father to see him giving smirking at him malevolently. 'That's because I haven't taken the charm off of her yet.' Upon saying that, he waves his wand over me, and I let the magical feeling descend over me once more as I transform into the real me. I open my eyes again to be met with their looks of approval versus the look they just saw.

'Ah, now I see the family resemblance.' Malik muses, sending a warm smile at me. I smile back, grateful that I don't have stuck up snobs as brothers.

'Still!' Arsenio laughs again, this time doubling over, leaning on his brother's shoulder for support. 'Still no Snape nose!' he laughs so hard to the point where he's crying.

I look to my father, so see if he sees any sort of punishment for his son's comment, but he does nothing but smirk. 'Be careful about what you say about the family nose, or you just make wake up without one.' He states calmly before strutting out of the room and out of sight.

Malik begins to laugh at his brother, and I can't help but laugh along with them. But, the laughter dies, as I hear a cold voice cut into the room. 'Aren't you going to introduce me to your little friend?' it sneers. I feel my head turn in the direction of the voice, and I also feel my brothers tense up beside me, telling me that this isn't the ideal situation for me to be in right now. A slim figure steps out of the shadows in and saunters over us slowly, giving me enough time to take in her appearance.

She too has the raven black hair, straight like mine, but has it cut in such a fashion that it reminds of Parkinson's hairstyle, cut up high near the ears in a bob. Her face is distorted in a sneer, but her eyes are different from ours. Hers are not any shade of purple, but they are rather blue, a cold blue, cold blue eyes that reminds me of the unforgiving side of an inclement ocean. She too is around our height; I'd say around 5'8 or so. She finally reaches us, but decides to tower over me, causing me to cower under her presence. 'Well?' she draws out expectantly, not taking her malevolent gaze off of me, keeping me pinned under her gaze.

I hear one of my brothers groan behind me. 'Hermione, this is our older sister Ara. Ara, this is your younger sister Hermione.' Arsenio introduces.

I hear her snicker not so under her breath. She begins to stalk circles around me, like vultures do when they see a corpse. She's scanning over me like my brothers did, only this time; it feels like I'm being examined for punishment rather than a welcome. She comes back around to my front with a disapproving glance. Her eyes find mine once more. It spells it out in her eyes; she's sending sweet daggers in my direction. She leans over my shoulder, to where her lips just begin to graze my earlobe. 'Listen here, sister.' She hisses out, creating emphasis on the word sister, as if she were spitting out like something vile just hit her tongue. 'You may be the new girl in this house, the daughter that Father has been looking for forever, but I will always be Father's favorite. Always.' She spats in my ear, sending chills up and down my spine. 'You got that?' she asks me, even though I know it's a rhetorical question. But I nod anyway, just hoping she'll leave me alone. I can pretty much hear the smirk spread back across her face, as she pulls away, and walks away, obviously satisfied.

I hear my brothers mumble irritability at her retreating figure, but then they realize that I'm too petrified to move from this spot. 'Ah don't mind her Hermione.' Malik says. 'Trust me; she's an awesome sister…'

'She's just been having the most awful mood change lately.' Arsenio finishes.

'She really is a nice sister.' Malik tries again, ignoring the snickers from Arsenio. Malik walks over to me and grabs my suitcase from my trembling hand.

'Yeah, well what's on the inside doesn't matter to me right now… I'll talk to her when that goodness is back on the outside.' I mumble, controlling my shaking back down to mild.

'Forget her Hermione.' Arsenio interrupts. 'Come on! We'll show you your room.' He says. He and Malik exchange a quick look before they take off towards the spiral staircase, my suitcase locked tightly in their hands. I roll my eyes at them before taking off after them. Ok, so I've got a sister that hates my guts, and two brothers that act almost exactly like me… I can already tell that this, my new life, is going to take some getting used to.

A/N: Hey! What's up?! I've just got a quick comment before I go.

For those of you who have read this chapter before, isn't this one so much better?! I'm so proud of it. (: I full three pages longer that it used to be, plus all the detail that was left out before. :D So happy!

Well, I think that's it! (: See ya'll later!

Peace Out!

~Prongs