Chapter 1- Unwanted consistency

Severus Snape, Potions master of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry stood in front of a cauldron contemplating, with the intensity of a grizzly protecting her cubs, a bottle of absinthe that he held aloft in front of him. If someone had walked into the room they might have thought he was trying to shatter the glass with his mind and considering the individual holding it, that may have been what he was doing. What was actually going through his mind however was the occasions in which he had partaken of said substance in a not so professional manner. It had been only on rare occasions and always with the same, incomparable young lady. He blinked bringing himself back to reality. It didn't do for the Potions master to daydream in the middle of brewing.

Absinthe laid back in a bathtub, no water in the bottom, but the shower on full blast. The streams of water pounded on the juncture between her wide spread legs. She stared at the water as it beaded up on her knee which was propped against the shower door. She was mesmerized by the way it made the perfect little drops that magnified the tiny freckles that they sat on. The duplicity of the freckle, the real one on her skin and the magnified version, reminded her of her emotions. At any time she seemed to be having two sets of emotions and they usually didn't correspond. She had always had the feeling and assumed everyone did. It wasn't until her mom was lecturing her one day that she realized that something wasn't right.

"Why are you smiling? I expect you to pay attention to me."

"I am, you said I was extremely irresponsible for staying out with Reggie, that I was going to have to learn responsibility."

"Then why are you still smiling?"

"Oh, it's the other one, he's really happy about something, he's never happy." All lecturing forgotten Julienne sat down with her daughter.

"What do you mean he?"

"These other feelings just always felt like a he."

"How long have you had them?"

"Always." Her mother just looked at her strangely and walked away. That had been the only time they discussed it, but Absinthe assumed that it wasn't a normal occurrence.

She brought her self back to her current reality of the shower and her present location.

She was in London, it was her first time back since she was a baby when her mother had begun running, taking her along for the jog. Her life had been nothing if not inconsistent. They never lived in one town longer than a few months before her mother would drag her away. Her mother, who was currently banging on the door for her to get out before she "ran all of London out of water." Absinthe ignored her, finishing her weekly ritual. She detested "Fingering" herself. She much preferred to have things happen and overtake her, but she could always help things along.

She moved her hands between her legs and spread her lips wide moving her hips so that the water hit the right spot. She felt the smooth skin of her lips, hair free and velvety. She new, from seeing her mother, that she was destined to always be a living doll. A perpetual twelve year old, who never seemed to hit puberty except for the size of her breasts. She really didn't know how any guy would ever be attracted to her. It was as if someone put two balls on a baby dolls chest. She let her mind go as the sensations built up and then flowed over her. Relaxing and closing her legs she thought about the other reasons that most guys wouldn't talk to her, but they were ones that she didn't mind.

Her ever changing hair color, her boot worship and the love of the underground punk scene. Oh how she wished she had been born sooner, been able to enjoy the real punk scene. As it was she was forced to deal with the Americanized bastard punk son of London's underground. She listened and took in all the information that she could, but her true love was the original punk scene, both American and English. Her mother was teasing her daily about how punk is dead, the same mother that was back banging on the bathroom door.

Absinthe kicked her legs in a show of childish disobedience and turned the water off. She got out wrapping a towel around her sparse 4'11" frame and slung the door open. Her mother giggled at her and stepped into the bathroom.

Two hours later they were on the streets of London. Julienne had an appointment with another of her paranoid clients. She was a self-proclaimed supernatural expert and was very highly looked upon in her field. The fact that she new it was all a pile of crap didn't matter.

She had grown up, at least from eleven years of age, in a supernatural world and new the real thing from false. She had left running from that supernatural world, scared for the life of herself and her child. Her life, while in the other world, had been surrounded by darkness and evil. Evil that had wanted her child, as well as the child of her best friend. She shook her head, mustn't think of it right now. She only came to London for the money, they would be gone tomorrow and possibly tonight if she had any chance to get away.

"Be safe, don't talk to anyone, watch out for wizards and witches, don't go into any places that seem invisible to muggles." Absinthe gave her mother a reproachful look, "Sorry, non-magical people. This is serious Absinthe, no one knows you exist in the wizarding world. I would like to keep it that way."

"Yes, I know. The dark lord is after me, he rules the magic world with an iron fist and kill all that get in his way. I remember, you've told me at least a thousand times." Absinthe thought her mom was crazy actually. She had diligently learned all the lessons her mother had taught her, her head was crammed with contrasting information, from there's no such thing as magic, (her German nanny from when she was six) to there is an entirely magical world that no one knows about, (her mom, everyday of her life.) How she managed to process it all and not go crazy was beyond her. The truth was, she was inclined to agree with the nanny. She had never seen anything magic and it seemed everything that her mom had taught her was basically information that anyone could possibly know. Like potions for instance, at the most difficult it was chemistry, least difficult, soup. She didn't see the big deal.

"Absinthe they killed my family, blew up their car because they thought I was in it. You wouldn't be here right now if they had succeeded. Now what do you do if attacked?"

Absinthe sighed "Scream bloody murder and hit them with anything I can get my hand on."

"Good girl." Julienne pulled her daughter into hug and discreetly strengthened the cloaking spell that had been placed on her at birth. Absinthe didn't even know that her mother had a wand and had never seen it, Julienne liked it that way. She only hoped that her visions would not come true.

So they went there separate ways with a hug and kiss and expected to see each other soon.