Aura Colours (more will be added as time goes on):

White- Trust

Light Green- Mischief/Trouble

Black- Stress

Dark blue: Fear

Orange- Confusion

Pink- Love

Blue- Sadness

Green- Envy/Jealousy

Red- Anger

Yellow- Happiness

Purple- Excitement

ALSO: Hello, my dear readers! I'm going to have a wondrous time today! I just might do something quite audacious, too! Sorry, though. You're in for some serious feels (hopefully, I mean-). Also, if you like classical music, please watch Your Lie in April.

(I'm listening to a lovely song: Introduction and Rondo Capriccioso — Saint-Saëns (Shigatsu Wa Kimi No Uso))

EDIT: I happen to be posting this on ! I know that those reading this may not want to, but like, if you saw this book on - know that this is MY story, plot, AND idea! I am not copying anything whatsoever!

"You've gotten yourself in trouble again, haven't you?" A deep, gruff voice taunted. I looked around, feeling as if I might throw up. It was that voice that got me blind, and yet I can clearly see the room I was in. I shivered, looking around the empty room. Such a room was supposed to be Dudley's second bedroom, not my torture chamber.

"Please, not again.." I whimpered, gasping at the feel of a leathery thing sliding against my back. A belt? Oh, Salazar, please not this punishment. I swear I did the dishes correctly today! Maybe I messed up on the sweeping? Or maybe it was the garden- no, that one was perfect. I've done everything perfectly today, so that means that he was drunk.

When he's drunk, he's angry. Too angry, that is.

"Now how about a little punishment I haven't tried in a while?" The man suggested, slurring a bit on the end of his sentence. He tapped the belt against my shirtless back, making me freeze up even more. Suddenly-

-I woke up, panting. I felt bile rising up my throat, so I promptly ran to where I guessed the bathroom was. Instead, I ran into the wall. I groaned and quickly summoned a bucket in my lap. I speedily felt the edges, before throwing up the disgusting taste. I heard a gasp resonate elsewhere in my bedroom, causing me to look up.

"Oh, Hadrian! Zilzey will start the bath, sir." A squeaky voice stated, quickly walking to the right of me. All I did was a nod in response, too exhausted to speak. I stood up, slowly using my magic sight. I evaporated the bucket but looked at where I was. I had run into the wall beside the entrance to my bathroom, which caused me to collapse from an abrupt slam into the wall.

I stepped into the lavatory, noting the fact Zilzey left and got out of my nightwear. I then walked into the bathtub, that had been filled halfway. I let my sight go, relaxing in the dark. The darkness reminded me of my dream, which made me stiffen. Why'd I had that dream - no, memory - again? I didn't trigger anything, and in my mind palace, I don't get dreams/memories such as that.

"I'm just going to work on my Occlumency shields instead, thinking of my memories is too exhausting," I mumbled, going through my mind. I stopped at my shields and rebuilt them into a plain room with seven doors. Each door led into a different room, where a puzzle/riddle/item awaits the being trying to enter my mind. To get into the seventh door, the other six doors must have an answer with an item to show the answer. If you get even one mistake in any of the room, even if it is a small one, the puzzles in each room change to a more complex riddle/item/puzzle.

When you pass into the seventh room, after all the rooms answered, you go into a huge maze that may seem endless. The maze itself has invisible walls, and the way into the other room is to see clearly. Yet every wrong turn, or dead-end you run into, causes the maze to become bigger and even more difficult. If you manage to reach the entrance to the next door, you are greeted with a crossword puzzle and a cryptography. If you answer the crossword puzzle first, and then the cryptography, you are pushed back into the first room with the seven doors (which begins a slight cycle).

If you attempt to do the cryptography first, then the crossword puzzle, you'll be led into the third room. The third room, which is conveniently the last room, is a room full of writings, artworks, and instruments. The human trying to enter my mind palace would have to pick exactly five of each thing in here, and then figure out how they relate to each other. Then, they'd have to write down everything they know about he fifteen pieces, before writing a five parchment story on how they would have 'met'. Afterward, if all the instruments, artworks, and writings were the least common - whilst writing down a lot of information on the things chosen. Then, they'd be able to go all the way back to the seven door room. So, all of the stuff they'd been able to do, would be for precisely nothing.

I sighed and proceeded to use my magic sight once more. My skin felt prickly, but I felt rested. I got up and waved my hand to drain the water. I summoned a tempus and saw I had exactly five minutes to get to my first class of the day: Arithmancy. I had managed to get into the fourth-year curriculum, which made me the only 'eleven-year-old' there. Technically, I'm fourteen, with the time I used in the mindscape.

I quickly assembled a pair of black tights, with a black dress shirt. I put on the school robes, which I found needed a size-able charm. 'I'll need to stop by Madam Malkins on the first Hogmead's trip.' I mused to myself, before putting on the dragon hide boots. I then looked into the mirror and frowned at the sight of my eyes. Honestly, they look so dull to me. In fact, they look a bit glazed over, but I suppose the others wouldn't consider myself being blind. Probably because my eye colour was an odd pair of colours. I groaned, before putting my shoulder length hair into a bun. 'Snape wouldn't do this,' I snickered.

'Honey, dear, I suggest you teleport to the corridors right beside classroom 7A.' Hogwarts spoke up, so I did as told- but not before grabbing my books, parchments, and other necessities. Once there, I saw the classroom door open. I waltzed inside and chose the seat in the far back. I'd be able to see everything happening, and with a spell, I made of my own, I could hear everything in this castle (but I made it so I can hear mostly this room).

"Did you hear? There's an eleven-year-old coming into our class this year!" A fourth-year student gossiped to her other friend, and I believe her name was Isabella Dremtele. The friend's name was Sophia Zenzelo, and she seemed a bit pratty like the girl who babbles.

"Yeah, he's Snape's kid! I bet he's just like that greasy old git, too." Zenzelo quipped, giggling at the end of her comment. All I did was roll my eyes, and just sat back; letting my sight wander away. I wanted to see nothing right now, something that I've been doing too much today already. What is going on with me? Usually, I wouldn't let my sight go until I needed to sleep.

"Good morning, students. Today, we'll be having Snape Hadrian join us." Professor Vector greeted, her voice kind but stern. "Today-"

+++Timeskip+++

(Woah, I do a lot of time skips and I said I wouldn't.)

"The essay is due on Friday, which is two days from now." Professor Victor's voice rang out in the nearly empty room, that only consisted of fifteen students. Surprisingly, today was quite easy. Maybe I should request going into the Advanced Arithmancy Class?

"Excuse me, Professor Victor, but can I request something?" I spoke softly, not wanting to be bold of my choice.

"May I go first, Snape?" She asked back, and I nodded. "It's clear that you may find this easy- too easy, Snape. I'd think you want to request going into the Advanced Arithmancy Class, but that would be too easy for you then, as well. I'd like to ask you to become my apprentice."

My eyes flicked upward, peering upward at the adult. I sensed the Dark Mark on her left arm, but this could be an advantage. In fact, if push comes to shove, I could just go see the great Voldemort. Oh, this might just be the best way to handle the situation! How come I didn't think of this before?

"I- I need to know what type of apprenticeship you are looking for, Professor." I 'stuttered', acting surprised. Of course, I knew it! How come I didn't realise this before, though? Was I distracted?

"I was hoping I could take you up on Arithmetic Apprenticeship, which'll make a bond that we both can break easily if one of us wants to stop. There is no mindlink or anything, so you'll be fine." Professor Vector explained, looking down at me as if I'd have to say yes.

"Sure," I agreed. This is a huge gain! Could she really be giving me this choice freely? Not unwillingly? Wait- what if I mess up? I always do that, but what if I really, really mess up? Injure Professor Vector? I'll just skip lunch and dinner today, I need to work on some other things.