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The day after Severus had made his dramatic exit, Cythera stayed in her room most of the day, Mrs. Weasley brought her food and worried over her, it was a new experience for Cythera to say the least. Cythera had grown up without parents, her father had died before she was born, and her mother during childbirth, all Cythera had was Severus. Being eighteen with a newborn couldn't have been easy for him she knew, he had help taking care of her especially with his spying, but he'd always been there for the important things.
Lying back in the soft pillows of her bed, Cythera remembered her first bit of magic she'd ever done.
Cythera had been five years old at the time, her hair was in bouncy spiral curls, wearing a cute black dress, that according to Cythera was perfect for twirling in. She had been in Severus' quarters at Hogwarts, Severus was sitting at his desk grading, looking over at his twirling sister every once in a while.
Then there was a noise, a small eep escaped Cythera's lips after she knocked into a table that had several bottles of potion on the edge. Severus turned to look quickly only to see the 3 bottles were floating, with Cythera's eyes fixed on them.
Quickly getting out of his chair Severus grabbed the bottles and put them back on the table, in the middle of the table, to avoid further accidents, before turning to his blushing little sister.
"I's sorry," Cythera mumbled looking at the ground, tears welling up in her large almond colored eyes.
Severus knelt down in front of her, pushing her chin up with two fingers,wiped away her tears and smiled a soft smile at his baby sister. Reaching out he hooked his arms under Cytheras and spun her around above his head, earning the musical laughter of his beloved sister.
Severus had always loved her, taken care of her, and done what was right for her, and she felt horrible for the way she had treated him. With a swift tug, she pulled her blankets over her, cuddling deeper into her pillows before her eyes fluttered shut and sleep took over.
Downstairs with the twins and the golden trio, Harry and Ron were sitting in armchairs by the fire playing wizard chess, Harry was losing badly. Hermione was curled up in a soft arm chair reading, occasionally taking down a note or two. While the twins had draped themselves over the couch, shooting off ideas to each other about new products they could make.
"Hey George, How'd you guys really know all that stuff about Snape's sister?" Ron asked as he grinned victoriously at his knight capturing Harry's queen.
"Was partnered with her in potions in fifth year," One of the twins replied, "Oh, what about a cake makes you grow cat ears and a tail?"
The other twin nodded with a smile, "That'd be great around Halloween."
"Would someone take this up to Cytheras room, she hasn't had dinner and the meetings about to start," Mrs. Weasley asked holding out a plate of food.
No one moved at first, before the twins heaved themselves off the couch, then Mrs. Weasley was beginning to have second thoughts.
"Boys, don't put anything in or do anything to her food, you understand," Mrs. Weasley warned the identical smiling boys.
"Of course mother," Fred stated with a grin.
"Wouldn't dream of it," George laughed taking the plate from his hesitant mother.
Trudging up the stairs Fred and George traded ideas on what to possibly do to Cytheras food, deciding on hexing the food to avoid her fork at all costs, they laughed and knocked on the door to her bedroom.
Cythera grumbled angrily upon hearing the knocking on her door, delving deeper into her warm cocoon hoping they would go away. Her efforts proved futile as the knocking got louder and more frequent.
"Oh bloody hell come in," Cythera yelled angrily snuggling deeper into her pillows, cracking one eye to see who had woken her up, only to be overwhelmed by the smell of food and the sight of the twins.
"See that's not fair," Fred stated pointing at Cythera.
"We have to clean," George grumbled, setting Cytheras food on her bedside table.
"You nap all day," Fred whined, dodging a pillow thrown from the bed.
"My bed is just far to comfortable to be left all alone," Cythera stated with a wicked grin in their direction, sitting up to look at the food they'd brought, fouling their hex attempt by reaching out and picking food off the plate with her fingers.
Giving each other a look, both the twins jumped onto Cytheras bed, situating themselves til one was on either side of her.
"Oh you are right," The twin on her left said with a smile.
"Very comfortable indeed," The other stated both of the twins ignoring her grumbles of protest.
Silence washed over the trio as Cythera snuggled her pillow close and began to nod off to sleep. The twins looked at each other before shrugging and getting comfortable themselves, falling asleep not long after Cythera.
The next two weeks went by quickly, Cythera and the twins became quite close, and with her advanced potions skills she offered quite a bit of insight on their inventions for their soon to come joke shop. Severus disliked the twins getting so close to his baby sister, especially the first time he came back to find them all asleep in Cytheras bed.
It had taken Cythera two hours to calm Severus down, assuring him he was overreacting and that nothing had happened between herself and the twins. After that instant, the twins and Cythera became inseparable, often spending the day lounging in Cytheras room while she worked on making Remus' wolfsbane for him, since her brother couldn't, creating new products, and often all passing out in Cytheras bed in the early morning hours, much to Mrs. Weasleys annoyance.
Today was different though, the twins had been forced to their rooms early the night before, drug by their ears, because today was September first. Cythera stared at herself in the mirror, she would be getting on the Hogwarts express headed for Hogwarts the last time today, her final year. She could only imagine how everyone, including her small group of friends she had in ravenclaw, would take to finding out her true name.
Cythera hadn't had many friends as it was, she mostly kept to herself, and she didn't see them taking the news of her last name particularly well. With a sigh, Cythera ran a hand through her hair, it had grown a good bit since last year, and was now back to the silky state it'd been before. In her two weeks at Grimmauld Place, she'd guess she'd gained about twenty pounds, she was still rather thin, but certainly getting back to where she wanted to be.
Pulling on her v-neck sapphire blue sweater, she charmed her hair into bouncing spirals and put it up in a high ponytail. Smoothing the invisible creases in her dark jeans, she smiled at herself. Her vanity was short lived, as a distinct rhythmic knocking announced the arrival of Fred and George.
"Come in," She called, growling lightly as she attempted to latch her locket securely around her neck, and failing.
Fred and George quickly opened the door, sauntering into the room, taking their normal place on her bed, they flashed her identical grins, receiving a faltering half-smile in return. Without a word, they patted the space between them, beckoning over their flustered friend.
Giving up on her locket she tossed it onto her bedside table and crawled in between the two redheads, heaving a dramatic sigh. Fred and George quickly wrapped an arm around her to comfort her.
"Nervous?" They both asked simultaneously, earning a little nod for Cythera.
"Don't think the school is going to react well to my last name, let alone my friends," Cythera mumbled picking at her sweater.
"Well you'll still have us," Fred stated squeezing her affectionately.
"We don't care if you're related to the greasy git," George laughed, earning a soft swat from Cythera, who smiled nonetheless.
Fred picked up the silver locket from her bedside table, and successfully latched it around Cythera's neck, making sure not to get any of her hair caught in it.
"Thank you Fred," Cythera smiled, clasping her hand around the sterling silver heart that hung from her neck.
"You can tell us apart?" Fred asked with a bewildered look to his brother, who looked just as shocked.
"I suppose, your magic feels different then Georges," Cythera shrugged, patting their legs and sliding out of bed, "Come on then, your mom's likely to implode if we don't get down there soon."
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