In a stately looking, though clearly wizarding, home (The pictures on the
walls moved, and a broomstick of the flying sort leant up against a wall) a
boy of about 12 stood over a girl of indeterminate teenage years. The boy,
dark-skinned, was wearing school robes from Gumtree Academy of the Magical
Arts, while the girl, unnaturally pale, wore a slightly tattered, and too
small, shift dress in a very faded black. The girl knelt prostrated, while
the boy held his wand high.
"Useless squib," whispered the boy viciously. "A stain on the Snape name, and that of our late mother's kin, and a bloodsucking dark creature to boot. If only it was still legal to kill squibs, we'd be rid of you."
The girl whimpered, knowing what came next if nobody interrupted.
"Crucio!" snapped the boy, pointing his wand at her.
"Kyle, come on, or we'll be late for school," called a man from a few rooms over, after a few seconds of the curse.
"Coming Father!" called back Kyle.
Their father, who looked like a better groomed and slightly tanned version of Severus Snape, entered the room, ignoring his daughter sprawled on the floor from the Cruciatus curse being used on her, stepped over her, and placed an arm around Kyle, lovingly.
"Done that Charms essay, son?" he asked fondly
"Yes Father. Did three centimetres over the required length, too."
"If you put half the effort you put into Potions into your other subjects you'd be getting better marks than the Cockatoos, Kyle. You'd easily be the pride of Taipan."
"Potions have always been the first love of Snapes everywhere. Uncle Severus teaches them at Hogwarts, in Pommy-land, like you do at Gumtree."
Father chuckled. "Come on, we'll be late. Don't be too hard on the British, my lad, I'm from there myself," he said fondly. "Oh, Kelsie, there's anti- photophobia potion in my lab if you need it. Don't touch anything else," he added coldly to the girl.
Kyle, and Father, whose name was Octavius, left for school, leaving Kelsie to the house-elves.
"Useless squib," whispered the boy viciously. "A stain on the Snape name, and that of our late mother's kin, and a bloodsucking dark creature to boot. If only it was still legal to kill squibs, we'd be rid of you."
The girl whimpered, knowing what came next if nobody interrupted.
"Crucio!" snapped the boy, pointing his wand at her.
"Kyle, come on, or we'll be late for school," called a man from a few rooms over, after a few seconds of the curse.
"Coming Father!" called back Kyle.
Their father, who looked like a better groomed and slightly tanned version of Severus Snape, entered the room, ignoring his daughter sprawled on the floor from the Cruciatus curse being used on her, stepped over her, and placed an arm around Kyle, lovingly.
"Done that Charms essay, son?" he asked fondly
"Yes Father. Did three centimetres over the required length, too."
"If you put half the effort you put into Potions into your other subjects you'd be getting better marks than the Cockatoos, Kyle. You'd easily be the pride of Taipan."
"Potions have always been the first love of Snapes everywhere. Uncle Severus teaches them at Hogwarts, in Pommy-land, like you do at Gumtree."
Father chuckled. "Come on, we'll be late. Don't be too hard on the British, my lad, I'm from there myself," he said fondly. "Oh, Kelsie, there's anti- photophobia potion in my lab if you need it. Don't touch anything else," he added coldly to the girl.
Kyle, and Father, whose name was Octavius, left for school, leaving Kelsie to the house-elves.