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Disclaimer: I don't Harry Potter, it belongs to the queen, JK Rowling - and I could never, ever match up to her. This book is just here for me to vent some stress without screaming.
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~ Titania of Fairies
"Realization, is all about becoming conscious, about what you already knew."
Cruel World - Crueler Me
"Hey mum?" Séraphine asked, cutting the carrots that were laid in front of her.
Due to the fact that girl couldn't reach the height of the counter (curse her six year old body!), that meant that she needed a stool to do so, one which she was slightly annoyed at. Really, their house might've been old and crooked, and the paint on the wall might've been chipping, but the black haired girl would expect that they would be able to buy a proper stool. At least, one which did not tilt to the side, every time she shuffled her feet.
"Hmm. What is it Séraphine?" Eileen asked, not bothering to take her face off of the soup which she was stirring. "Do you need help with cutting the vegetables?"
"No." The black haired girl replied, making a frowning face at that sentence. "I'm fine."
"Oh? Then what do you need?" Her mother asked, before turning around and smiling slightly, causing her daughter to blink from the brightness.
While the six year old could never figure out how Eileen fell for Tobias, she could definitely find out how that man, fell for her mother. Sharp, light cheekbones, with large chocolate brown eyes, which was all framed by long ebony hair; her mother was truly a beautiful woman, her image only dimming down by the black circles that hung underneath her eyes.
"We live in England, right?" She asked slowly, wondering how to phrase her question.
Very early on in her new...life, if she could call it that, she had realized that her voice was labeled in a very heavy accent - one which was different from the one that she previously had. Brash and harsh, was replaced with lofty and elegant - another warning that spoke to her, saying that she was far away from where she once used to live.
Surprisingly, the thought didn't scare her as much as it should've.
"Yes, we do...how did you know?" Her mother asked, tilting her head at her.
Swallowing back her saliva, alongside of some fear, she answered, praying that her mother wouldn't find it weird. "The map in the living room, I saw a pin on England. So I though that was were we must live."
Pausing in her cutting, the older woman turned to look at her daughter, her eyes holding some confusion. "You know how to read?"
Her eyes snapped in shock, hadn't Séraphine been taught to read? Suddenly a feeling of sadness welled up in her usually apathetic body. Was the poor girl so unfortunate to not know how to read? The woman mourned, not for the idea of being illiterate, because truly, that wasn't something to be ashamed off - but rather, she mourned of the fact that a young child hadn't been given the proper education that she needed to prosper.
Realizing that Eileen hadn't taken her eyes off of her, she scrambled, before finally settling upon an answer; her shoulders hunching from being scrutinized. "W - Well, I found a book in the library, and began to teach myself."
'Dammit!' She heard the voice in her head shout to herself (and wasn't that a reassuring thought. After all, what type of sane child hears a voice in their head? Good thing she wasn't completely sane) 'Stand up straighter soldier! What are you, seven!?'
'But...I'm six.'
'Shut up!' It (she?) exclaimed once more, knowing that it only furthered the idea of her being completely insane - after all, arguing with yourself wasn't the best way to have a conversation.
"You..taught yourself?" Eileen asked, placing down the spoon that she was stirring absentmindedly.
"Yeah." She answered awkwardly, snapping out of her mental conversation; just in time to see the inquisitive look on her mothers face.
"Don't mention this to your father."
"Tobias won't find out." The black haired girl promised, watching as the older womans' face twisted into a frown. She ignored the settling of her heartbeat, and the relaxation of her breath, as her mother began to speak again. At least she didn't fuck anything up.
Yet.
"Honey..." Eileen started. "He's your father..."
Anger flared up in her, as her mother spoke he spoke, fueling the next few words which she said. "That...man, may have helped to sire me, however, he is not my father.
Silence and then-
"Alright." Eileen said, after a brief pause, her shoulders relaxing from their posture. "I can accept that."
"Hn."
"However, please keep this new gift of your under the wraps. I was eventually going to teach you, however, it would seem..." At this, her mothers face became a bit more teasing. "That you figured it out by yourself - my little prodigy."
"Mum..!"
It seemed after the event, Eileen had changed, her heart softening slightly to her daughter. It was either that, or she was still shocked by Séraphine's complete change in character, finding it amusing that her daughter tended to start to speak up for herself. A complete change in her previous, meek, submissive behavior. Granted, the woman had thought about acting the same as the original Séraphine, however, it was too tedious and often, she found herself slipping into talking whenever she wanted. However, it was a relief to find her mothers' change positive, instead of negative.
"Anyways, what are you planning to do today?" The brown eyed woman asked, smiling softly at her daughter.
Séraphine hummed softly, before grinning - a familiar memory coming into her brain. "I think I'll go to the park today." She finally declared, before nodding once - because that was a normal thing, wasn't it? For children to go to the park and play with others. Not that she would to that, kids were just so annoying for her to be around (ignoring the fact that she now was one herself).
"Alright." Eileen said softly, before shaking her head. "It's been a while since you've gone, out, hasn't it? Very well, you can leave now if you'd like. I know you don't like doing chores."
With her eyes crinkling ever so slightly, Séraphine grinned, her mouth blowing into a full blown smile, before hopping off of the stool and sprinting out of the kitchen, before grabbing the jacket which was placed on the side of the living room. As she rushed to the door and pulled on her old, brown boots, the young girl heard her mother warn her to come back before dark. Assuring her, that she would be fine, the blue eyed girl called that she was leaving, before hopping out of the door, her eyes twinkling with joy.
As her full sleeved shirt clung towards her skinny body, her legs sprung from the confines of her shorts, causing her to look down at the pale skin and smile softly. It had already been a month since she had inhibited this new body, and yet, it still shocked her off how clear and smooth the skin was of pimples - excluding the scar marks that littered her flesh. With her smile turning to a frown, the young girl shook her head, as if to try and forget about them. It would do her no good to think about her flaws - considering the fact that she had so many of them.
Humming softly, the six year old skipped along the old, carved path - one which she had memorized at first glance. Getting lost in an unfamiliar (shady) neighborhood, well, that was just asking for trouble to happen, wasn't it? Then again, letting a six year old child wander by herself was irresponsible as well, but it seemed that her mother didn't really care.
What would she know about irresponsible anyways? It wasn't like she remembered anything else - or at least, Séraphine didn't remember anything else that versed this. Times like these were what reminded her about her dilemma, in fact, it was only moments like this that made her feel small and weak. After all, the question of who she was, laid heavily on her mind.
Whether she Séraphine Snape or, an unknown figure without a name, she had yet to find out. However, whatever the outcome was, she was prepared for it.
Or so she thought.
Pausing to watch the fading sunlight, the younger girl stopped at the sides of the park, before staring up at the row of trees which lined that ends of the playground and the beginning of the woods. Straight in the middle of the row, a massive tree stood there - it's branches extending past the others. The sun beamed down onto it, as the green leaves which grew from the branches moved in the steady hum with the wind nearby. A smell of soft sweetness drifted through her nose, as Séraphine quirked her head to the side. Walking towards it, her feet making indents into the soil, the young girl peered up at the engraved bark, before pausing to realize that she truly did have nothing to do. The park was full of...immature children something which she really couldn't handle and she didn't want to sit on the swings alone - that was just boring.
Slowly, a grin creeped onto her face, as the sudden feeling of mischievousness sparked into her body. However, the realization that she actually didn't know how to do what she wanted to came to her mind, causing her to pause and hesitate in her movements. Finally she shook her head, before turning her attention back towards the massive tree in front of her.
'Ahh, screw it.'
Thankful all of a sudden, that she wasn't wearing a skirt (seriously, the objects were so irritating, the girl wondered how the other Séraphine, liked them) the black haired six year old, reached her arms up, in order to grab the lowest branch, huffing when she failed to do so. Frowning, she stepped back, before up at the branches, internally lamenting about her height.
It wasn't her fault that she was short, dammit!
Glaring at the ground, the sapphire eyed female spotted the massive root which extended from the bottom of the tree. Perking up slightly, she hopped onto it, before standing on her tiptoes and grabbing the ends of the protruding branch, a victorious smile pulling at her lips - only for it to disappear when she realized how hard it simply was just to hold herself onto the branch. Hoisting herself upwards, the black haired girl winced when her arms became sore from the amount of climbing she was attempting to do.
'Fuck this hurts.' Told herself, another pout dragging itself from her lips.
'No shit sherlock.' Her alternate voice spoke, causing her to sigh softly.
Okay, so upper body strength would be something which she would have to work on - scratch that, that wasn't all she had to work on. Remembering how she had fallen down the stairs just yesterday, the six year old winced. So it seemed that she'd have to work on her overall body strength - that is, if she wanted to make herself become like befor-
Pausing in her thoughts, Séraphine froze as the realization what she'd just said to herself hit her like a train.
Before huh?
Silently, the sapphire eyed female sighed as she sat on top of the tree, her skin gleaming in the sun's light. Even though it was scattered, it seemed that she still remembered the effects of the before...and yet, Séraphine didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. However, maybe uncovering the distant memories in her brain would help her in the future.
Besides, it wouldn't hurt her if she had some self defense skills...and maybe, just maybe, she would be able to beat that old man and give him what he deserved. Hell - maybe she would be able to get her mother and herself out of that dump. Making up her mind, the six year old nodded once, seemingly satisfied with her newest predicate. With her thoughts running dry, the black haired female rested against the tree, closing her eyes slightly. Content to be by herself, Séraphine was shocked out of her quiet humming by the high pitched voice of a girl.
"Hey you up there! What're you doing, don't you know that you could fall?"
Startled, the sapphire eyed girl snapped her eyes open, before looking down once, only for her breath to escape from her lungs and the image of green eyes and red hair to sink into her memory - allowing a monster to awaken in her mind.
'Ohfuck. Shitshitshitshitshitshit-'
Her mind spiked with pain as the sudden loss of sight hit her hard. Her pale hands came up to cradle her head in agony, as her legs tightened around the branch she was sitting on. The sharp pulse of pain ran through her head languidly, as the utter silence of the air around her hit her between the lungs, causing her to stop breathing all together.
Red. It flashed through her senses limiting her from moving and causing her to say nothing. The utter helplessness of the situation caught up to her and then suddenly, almost like a torch light, it stopped - just in time for her to loose her footing on the tree and fall, straight to the ground.
Lily Evans was having a good day.
A very good day.
She had gotten a 100% percent on all of her previous three tests, meaning that her dad had to take her out for ice cream - not to mention, her mum was making Beef Wellington for dinner, one of her all time favorites. Her elder sister had finally finished up all of her work and brought her to the park, something which she hadn't been able to do in a while. After all, being a third grader was hard work, much harder than being a first grader was. However, Lilly was still upset that Tuney didn't get to spend as time with her, then before.
Shaking her head, the red haired girl grinned, trying to push away the bad thoughts. It didn't matter, after all, her older sister would always make time for her - she would make sure she did.
All in all, it was a good day.
After going through all of the different contraptions on the playground, the emerald eyed female climbed off of the swing she was sitting on, a pout pulling at her lips. Swishing around, the young girl placed her hands on her hips, and sighed, before turning her gaze over to her sister, who had her face buried in her books. Biting the inside of her cheek, Lilly resisted the urge to go over their and disturb her, knowing that all it would do was make her mad.
Oh well, she'd have to find another way to keep herself entertained then.
Cracking her arms together the young girl paused, before letting a smile go over her face. The urge to use her...tricks, came over her once, and she entertained the idea briefly. Suddenly, she looked both right and left and shook her head, scolding herself inwardly - as it would be dangerous for her to do that, especially near so many people. Lilly huffed slightly, just because Petunia didn't want anyone to find out about their skills, that didn't mean that they shouldn't practice them, after all, they were cool and it made her feel special whenever she managed to make her elder sister smile.
Smiling softly, the redhead snuck a peek at her elder sister, before searching for a place she could go to practice at. Her favorite oak tree caught her attention, and it wasn't long before she headed off to it, before parking underneath it's rather large branches. Peering up, the young girl suppressed a gasp of surprise, as she noticed the image of another person halted directly above her.
Black hair and brown pants caught her vision, as the emerald eyed girl squinted, trying to see past the thick leaves. Her light claret lips pulled themselves into a frown, as the young girl started to sigh once more. Didn't the person know how dangerous it was, to be so high? Ignoring how Petunia called her a mother-friend (she was not! It was common sense to watch out for others) the young girl opened her mouth and cried out to the other person, her voice even and dripping with disapproving.
"Hey you up there! What're you doing, don't you know that you could fall?"
With her own emerald eyes meeting a pair of icy blue ones, the young girl had to resisted the urge to move back, as a sense of foreboding washed over her body, capturing her heart in a cage. It's only seconds later, as she calms down, just in time for her to see the said person, fall straight to the ground.
Her mind shuttered to a halt, as her mouth opened to screech in shock. The emerald in her eyes opened wider, and her heart began beating heavily in her throat.
However, her fear and worry were all for none, as the said girl almost reached the ground, before stopping and floating down the rest of the way. As the black haired girl hit the grass beneath the tree, the redhead paused and watched her mouth agape at the image in front of her. From the way the other girls' sapphire eyes opened in shock, the emerald eyed girl could tell that she too was confused at what was going on.
Yet, none of that effected Lilly, as she stared at the younger girl, astonishment in her eyes - only one thought entered her brain causing her to to what she did next.
"You're...you're like me!"
One moment she was falling.
The wind whipped through her hair, as her arms desperately clawed the air, her skin being scratched by the rough trunk of the tree next to her. Yet, the only sound she could hear was the beating of her own heart. Her mouth opened as she silently screamed, and tears were stuck at the back of her eyes, refusing to come out. Adrenaline rushed through her veins, as a single thought ran through her head.
'I don't want to die. Not again.'
Closing her eyes, the young girl prepared to feel the impact of the ground hitting her, only to pause as the queasy feeling in her stomach, suddenly stopped - causing her to open her eyes in confusion.
She was on the ground.
She was sitting on the same place which she was about to fall on.
'What the fuck?'
'Like, what the actual fuck?'
This made no sense, in fact, it continued to make no sense - up until the point where Séraphine looked straight up, into a pair of emerald eyes which were filled with shock and worry.
It was only then that it hit her, of how much crap she'd gotten into.
'Why the fuck is Lilly Potter, staring at us?'
The young girl blinked, taken aback at how familiar that name sounded in her head. Shaking her hair, she bit her lips, before trying to remember where she'd heard it once before - only to wince as another pang of phantom pain ran through her skull. Giving up, she sighed, before asking the other person the question which she'd been pondering over.
'..whose that?'
'Lilly Potter, you dumb ass! Or I should say Lilly Evans now, since she's not married yet.'
With her hand clenching by her side, the black haired girl paused as a single memory came towards her, causing her eyes to widen and denial to enter her brain, as she spoke to the other voice. She clenched her knuckles hard, in an after affect, they turned white; as she thought of how unlikely the odds where of what was happening to her.
'You mean...Lilly Evans from, Harry Potter? A fictional book?'
'No, I'm talking about Lilly Evans from a science book, what do you think dumb ass!?
'Shut up...just shut up, give me a second to think.'
Thankfully, her chatty other voice heeded her warning, and left the girl alone with her own thoughts. So, she was apparently in a book, one which she had read in her past life, and currently she was meeting one of the main side characters who would be the catalyst for the entire story. Did she mention that she was in a freaking book?!
No? Well she was.
"You're...you're like me!" The redhead - now dubbed as Lily - squawked, causing Séraphine to blink out of her stupor and open her mouth, just in time for her to be grabbed in the arm by said girl and dragged along, almost like a rag doll. A squeak escaped her mouth, as the six year old stumbled on her feet, trying to keep up with the other girls' pace.
What did she mean by, 'you're like me?'. After all, the two of them looked nothing alike - oh.
She just used magic, didn't she?
'Well, your name is Séraphine Snape. It would be weird if you didn't have magic.'
'...Snape? As in Severus Snape?'
'Yes.'
In the end, sapphire eyed girl only had one thing to say at the latest revelation, she'd had.
'Honestly, fuck my life.'
She really had to stop swearing.
Petunia Evans thought she was happy with her life.
She had a pair of wonderful parents who loved her and always made sure to make her happy. She had a set of amazing friends, whom she could argue with all the time and still manage to make up by the end of them day and she had an awesome sister whom she loved with all of her heart - even if she didn't show it often.
Therefore, she found no need to use the so called 'tricks' her sister did. After all, not only did it defy the rules of physics (something which she didn't understand, after all, to her, physics was everything - and no, 'i't did not matter that she was only eight, she was entitled to her own opinions) it also flared up at random times, leaving her to be alert when it happened. Although, the strawberry blonde had to admit that it gave her a rush to use 'it', 'it' also had some draw backs and often left her sleepy for longer periods of time. So no, she didn't use 'it' as much as her sister did.
Not to mention, while Lilly was happy to use 'it' anywhere she wanted, the brown eyed girl wasn't. After all, what if someone saw them using 'it'? It wasn't her social status she was worried about (she didn't care about that and everyone knew that she wasn't even on the popular recruitment list) but rather, she was worried about the authorities finding out. God knew how many people had been shipped off to insane asylums for things beyond their control. Who was to say that that wouldn't happen to her sister and herself? So no, Petunia would rather not flaunt her extraordinary skill off to strangers, thank you very much.
However, the eight year old was sure that it wouldn't be long before her sister caused problems using 'it'. It wouldn't be the first time, as the redhead had already once set a boys hair on fire because he'd chopped off one of her braids. The blonde had made sure to cover for her younger sister, and to that very day, none of the adults knew how it happened.
Petunia would make sure it stayed that way.
Now if only someone could actually explain what was going on with their abilities, then she'd be over the moon with her discoveries. (Lilly called her too uptight, but what could she do? It wasn't her fault that she'd like to know everything about everything - otherwise things made no sense towards her). After all, somebody must've known what was going on with them, their was no way that they were the only people who had this prowess.
These were exactly the thoughts of the eight year old girl, when she was disrupted from her mind (her book long forgotten), by the shout of her younger sister.
"Petunia!"
Snapping her head upwards, the young girl searched for the figure of her sister, before blinking when the girl seemingly appeared right in front of her eyes. Moving her gaze to the figure next to her sister, the eight year old notice the somewhat fearful expression of the other girl - her blue eyes were wide with confusion and fear. Shooting her a hopefully sweet smile, in order to calm her down, Petunia moved her attention back towards her sister; ready to scold her for scaring another kid, especially not one so young.
"Lilly you can't just kidnap-" She started only to be cut off by her younger sisters excited voice.
"I found her Petunia. I found someone like us!" The six year old said, causing the blonde to freeze and turn her gaze to the tiny female who was somewhat meeting her gaze with both a shy and bold gaze.
'What? Someone...like us?'
So how did you like it!? Let me know in the comment section - as you can see, I have no shame in asking for criticism.
In order to answer your question, blades, Sera's eye color is an important factor in the story - but that'll come along later. I thank both you and Random, for your kind reviews! It really lit up my day.
Ja ne, for now.
~ Titania of Fairies
