Who's that Magi?

Name: Hermione Jean Granger

Nickname: Mia, Hermione

Birthday: September 19, 1979

Race: Human (?)

Affiliation: Granger Family

Severus Snape had always been called unlucky and he lived in misery. He had not been born with the same beautiful features that the Prince family notably had. His mother, Eileen, wasn't much to look at, but that may have had been because of her own depressive personality and lack of self-awareness, a side effect of her more unusual abilities aside from magic. His father, Tobias, was a vague face in his memory but he could remember them saying he was a handsome man in his own way if he removed the semi-permanent scowl marring his face. The Snape home was always either too quiet when his father was not home or too loud on the occasions his father would arrive sober and start abusing his mother, verbally and physically. He had been unable to do anything at all, and his accidental use of magic once on his father had made his mother even more stricter with his magical lessons. His childhood wasn't much fun and except for the one encounter he had with his cousins from his mother's side, he had not known any other family members. He could remember the scorn they gave him when they visited, their clothes, quite the contrast to his mismatched clothing, rags, as the female Prince had said with disdain. They had seemed to be appalled however, when the oldest woman in the group muttered something after touching him with a staff. They left soon after that and he had never heard from them. Thankfully so, if he might say. He hated them from the very first moment they came into their house.

There was however, a period in his life that he thanked his unluckiness. After all, had it not been for it, he would never had met Lily Evans. She had been a fascinating creature for a much younger Severus who had not known any other person his age who could do the things he could. When he saw the young red-haired girl fly off the swing, he knew immediately that she was one of them. He had no courage to talk to her and like the weird boy he had been, began stalking her and her sister. Of course, he had been thoroughly chastised when Lily and him had formally met and he had even insulted them, out of accident as he never really knew what the muggle standards were in etiquette. It seemed though that saying the word witch to someone was considered rude. Nobody liked being called a witch, well, muggles didn't, and he had forgotten that. It did help however, as that was the start of their friendship. Rocky, but it was a good start. That summer was by far, the best memory he had. School had started after that and though she still remained friends with him, it didn't last long. He had made mistakes and she chose her own friends. Their houses were enemies and she, she was feisty, something he had admired of her. She was fierce and no Slytherin pureblood could ever match up to her skills. She was like a sponge that absorbed everything, and it didn't take long before she became the brightest witch of their batch. But of course, by then, they had become estranged, and he knew that he would never take back their relationship if it meant her harm. He knew he wasn't evil, but he was cold and ruthless and he did exactly that to repel Lily from him. Years and years of pain and hurt and misery had taught him that skill, to not care about anyone except himself, and yet when it came to Lily, he always questioned everything and took all sorts of steps to ensure her safety, even if it meant her hating him even more.

"And yet you failed to protect her, young Severus." Severus growled and clutched his head, screaming silently in agony and pain as he remembered the memory of the room where she had been supposed to be. Voldemort had made a vow to not hurt Lily and spare her, but not her son and husband. He knew it was wrong, and that Lily would hate him even more, and the thought of having her yet not be with her was repulsive and made him sick. That was why he had come to the Headmaster, he knew that Albus Dumbledore favored the Potters and would do anything to protect them. And yet, it seemed he had done wrong. Lily and her son was gone and inside the room she last entered were residue of magic and the pungent smell of death. He had not seen her body, but the green light and marks on the walls and floor said more than enough. The death of Voldemort may have come about because of her death, and the breaking of an Unbreakable Vow made by the man to never break his promises. Everyone from both sides were searching for the Potters and no news had been found for almost a week, even Severus' best spies and familiars came back empty. It was as if she had simply vanished into nowhere. Bellatrix and her band of Death Eaters had been imprisoned in Azkaban, and last he heard, many other of Voldemort's followers and sympathizers had escaped with the skin of their teeth. It seemed that though some of them had been under the Imperius Curse, others had used it as an excuse to escape their punishment.

He stared into the darkness of the room, the curtains had not been drawn for days and he had depleted his firewhiskey supply. He knew he needed to go back to his post as professor at Hogwarts, Headmaster Dumbledore had said so himself in his missives. But for now, he wanted nothing more than to wallow in misery for he had lost Lily again.

"Severus." The familiar scratchy voice made him slowly turn towards it. Albus Dumbledore stood in front of his fireplace, his face looking grim and disapproving of his current situation. With a flick of his Elder Wand, he opened the windows and drew the curtains back and made space so that the clutter inside the room fixed itself.

"Severus, you look even more sullen. Your disappearing act has made many professors and faculty at Hogwarts wary and suspicious of you. You should return at once. I have been able to cover for you as you have been rather unhealthy." Severus turned his back and stared once more into the dark corners of the room.

"I have sent you a letter Headmaster, that is my reply." He could hear the disapproval from the older man but ignored it. He wanted nothing more than to just rest away from the world. He was tired. So tired.

"Lily Potter is alive." Severus scoffed when he heard the statement. He knew and saw firsthand how manipulative Dumbledore had been and he cared less when he sold his freedom to this man. But he failed to do his end of the bargain, and now, Severus felt his trust on the wizened man dwindle. Turning around, he gave the older man a sidelong glance, weighing his options and what action he should do next.

Neville Longbottom was a very curious case. Augusta Longbottom had long since deduced that he was not a very ordinary child. In fact, it seemed that he had certain quirks that were and should not be present in a young pureblood as he. He exhibited signs of being a squib, merlin forbids, and yet the healers had told her confidently that Neville was a healthy magical boy. They told her to give him time, but she couldn't help but worry as it was. The Family Magik didn't even seemed to acknowledge him, and though this gave Augusta the confirmation that Frank would live, she could not be complacent. Should things take a turn for worse, Neville was all that was left to inherit the House of Longbottom Head title. The Branch Family had slowly dissolved due to the consistent birth of female heirs and if the Family Magik did not recognize the little toddler as the next Heir Apparent, the House of Longbottom would be no more.

"Oh Frank, please, please wake up." She said to herself as she held her son's hand into hers. His pallor had seemed to be better, but Healer Markus had warned her against being too hopeful. Alice was no better as well, she had seemed to in fact regress even more and had to be brought to the intensive care ward. Her heart had to be kept pumping by magic and though she had stabilized, they had to be careful still. She sighed, and for a moment, hatred coursed through her very being at the thought of Albus Dumbledore before she squashed the feeling. It was true that Albus was a manipulative man, but she was also to blame for not having followed up on her son's other life when he was not around. This time around, she would no longer make the same mistakes. She was going to raise up Neville into someone tougher, someone who would not be as gullible, and she would teach him to see past that old man's innocent act, him and his dastardly tasting lemon drops.

"Never again Albus. For as long as I live, I will never let you touch anyone in my family again." She vowed, her magic coursing through her as it sealed her promise. She may be old and no longer as powerful as she was in her younger age, she was and is a witch.

Author's Note:

So hi there! I apologize for this extremely late update. I have been quite busy and well, I almost lost my urge to write this and continue but I just couldn't do it. I had lots of plan for this and I'm so glad that I was able to keep it going. Hopefully, this chapter makes it up to you guys. Thank you!