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Chapter One: Lives being Lived

Severus Prince were enjoying the warm sunlight pouring in from his bedroom window. His mum, Eileen Prince were in their newly painted yellow kitchen baking her famous honey filled cakes, while Severus was sitting in his large brightly colored bedroom with his flossy carpet underneath his bare feet. His long, silken black hair shone in the sunlight, and his creamy pale skin had a healthy tint to it after the days in the sun. Black eyes, with auburn and chestnut speckles that showed forth in the light glanced out into their backyard filled with his mom`s blooming flowers.

His mum loved the yard as she spent most of her time in it. Today his grandparents were coming to celebrate his daddy`s birthday, and she had picked her best roses and marigolds to put around the house in her many various vases.

Severus fidgeted his hands around the brightly red package with a silver bow that lay in his lap. He had gotten his dad a gold thumb ring with his dads name on the inside and adorned with a square ruby on top. Of course with his mom`s help, and all of his savings on it.

A familiar bang from outside made the lithe boy run downstairs with glee, as he recognized the sputters that always came from their bright red car. Running down the carpeted staircase, his mum called softly, «Be careful down the stairs, Severus,- Hello Tobias!» before returning back to her baking of the birthday sweets with a bright smile on her rose painted lips.

Eileen Prince was a slightly short woman, with shining black waist long hair in a beautiful thick braid down her back.

Her long fingers, manicured nails and physique screamed sophisticated, while her black eyes were sparkling of warmth and mirth underneath her lashes. A roman nose adorned her face, fitting with her high cheekbones.

She had two rather charming dimples constantly on her face from her smiles. She were dressed in a beautiful rosy flowing dress and frilly white apron, and her cheeks warmed gently as she laid her gaze on her husband, who stood now in the door smiling at his son that were hugging his knees fiercely.

Tobias Snape, was a tall and strong man with rich dark brown, slightly curly hair and equally rich, but blue eyes.

He had a pair of glasses on his face and smelled faintly of his clinic. Tobias worked at a pharmacy, and his large hands, hooked nose and scraggly beard was what most people described him with. His always friendly fatherly smile won people over like a charm. Now lifting up his only child he walked in to the kitchen and planted a soft kiss on his wife. "Morning, Eileen."

She was sparkling of joy. No, she was literally sparkling.

"Eileen, beautiful, you are doing it again." He chuckled, reminding his wife that her magic radiated as much as she did around him. Severus just grinned from the top of his father`s arms.

Blushing she tried to tone down a bit, and kissed her son straight on the head before the timer dinged and reminded her that some of the sweets were ready to be taken out of the oven. "Happy birthday, Tobias!" She exclaimed while putting the biscuits on the counter next to the batter for the honey cakes.

Tobias knew his wife was a witch. He had taken it as a personal insult when his father-in-law had called his own daughter such a thing right after their wedding reception, but when she had performed a few spells while his mother-in-law had been showing him how to change his clothes to pharmacy white in an instant, then back to his suit, he had promptly fainted. He never regretted having fainted, as he was greeted with the most beautiful sight in his opinion.

His wife, the woman he had fallen in love with four years ago, leaning over him with eyes filled with worry and a tint of fear. Her smile, painted rosy-red pulled hesitantly into a quirk and he saw his own parents clutching their hearts in the background while Augustus Prince were presenting them to a small creature with too big ears and eyes, wearing a.. towel? The little thing were apparently named Ivan.

After that, he had been taught a lot about magic, and her family history. His own parents had been welcoming of it, after they had been finally gotten the gray out of their hair after a spell from Eileen`s uncle Lumiere. Vain people, his parents.

Severus was his pride and joy, and while kissing his wife deeply he hoped Severus would not mind inheriting his mothers naturally greasy hair or his his father`s conk. Well, the slightly more straight style of it seemed anyway. Looking at the second stove, he saw a small cauldron simmering. That were the potion Eileen made and put into any shampoo they had in the house. Tobias let Severus down so he could prepare the "surprise" for the birthday, and sighed. Eileen had always been very uncertain about her appearance from her schooldays. The greasy hair and her "dead eyes" as she called them were what she disliked the most. Again, he leaned in and looked in her eyes, whispering softly so Severus could not hear. "You look beautiful today, as you have since the day I met you, Ellie."

They were known as the Princes, in the upper part of Surrington, across the park and above the hill to Spinners End on a warm, sunny summer day.

In a perfect eggshell white, tall two story house in a street with twenty-four identical houses in the upper parts of Spinners End were a nine year old girl sitting in her slightly small and neglected bedroom. Her mid-back orange-red hair was hanging in slight tresses around her face, and dark sad, green eyes were staring out the perfectly cleaned window and to the ugly view of pretend-perfect houses for those fortunate enough not to need to rely on constant charity. The street were filled with holes where the road had been cracked the year earlier, and as she glanced further down the street, past number 24, she saw the gap. The gap from slightly run-down white houses to rotten, falling apart "homes" where you could see got worse the further away they got.

The mill in the distance were the worst, where the drunks seemed to enjoy to go on a night off.

Lily Evans had pale, clammy skin from the heat, and while her face was beautifully shaped as a heart, the rest seemed rather neglected. She were not starving, clearly, but neither were she perhaps eating as much as she should have.

She had started to show magic as a six year old, and her older sister, Petunia Evans had remained "normal."

Her mother were now lately always silent around her, looking with sad eyes at her youngest before going back to cooking, and her father glared empty, cold eyes at her whenever he could after she had magicked his clothes all yellow when she was seven. She heard them arguing downstairs again. It was always about her. The little freak, the one that should not exist. Ruining their pretty perfect life even though they were rather deep on the poor side.

Her sister, Petunia was her fathers pride and joy. They did not have much money but he kept gushing over her and saying she would leave this hell-hole that Lily had put them in, and would live the life she should. Her mother always smiled to Petunia. Always brushed her hair and gave her new blue dresses. Always let Petunia touch her mother`s flowers in the too small and cramped, but perfectly trimmed, back-garden.

Lily frowned and clutched her feet closer to her chest. She always had to wear hand-me-downs and to be hidden from view if they ever had guests. The rest of the house was relevantly clean. She was the disease in a generally normal but poor, family.

But there were nights, when Petunia would sneak in to her with a bit of food after father had neglected her again.

Her older sister were snarky, vengeful and often downright nasty, but she were not heartless. She always fed Lily at night, and always took care of her when she was sick, even if it were in secret. Their mother had stopped doing so gradually, so that now all she did were making sure her youngest were at least not bleeding from her adventures.

Now, Lily heard only silence from downstairs, and saw her family walk out, dressed relevantly nice and heading towards town it seemed. They stopped at the side of their neighbors, the Cattles, who always let them sit on a ride.

Curious, Lily went downstairs and saw no food on the stove. So they went out to eat, again, she thought.

Must be why they were arguing. She saw a small plate with thin sliced bread with cheese on and a empty glass for water. That was obviously meant for her, the dirty freak.

Her father despised magic, and she had learned to control it enough to not invoke his anger. He never lay a finger on her, though. Did not need to, as she was simply ordered to sleep outside at warm nights, in the tiny fenced area they called their back-yard, or would be given less food for a few days. Lily knew they had hoped the magic would somehow just leave her if she were not too happy.

Lily sighed and took the thin slices of bread and walked outside into the hot sun. It was still early, but she went over to the playground for some solace. She never had much friends, so she sat down hidden by bushes and watching the birds. Her eyes lightened to show the brilliance of her emerald eyes. She sat by the lake and without much thought, went and dipped her head down in the cool river, washing her hair slightly with the water before sitting back up. Wet, but with a less dusty hair, she smiled a brilliant smile. Then she heard a sound. And looked back to the playground curiously.

AN: Well, I am redoing all the chapters I have currently up as the mistakes in spelling and sentence structure were making me cringe, badly. I am still not the best at this, but I am hopefully better.