A/N: Do you like my Anti-Litigation Scroll? I am a tremendous fan of the HG/SS shipper, so this story is precisely that. If you are offended by it, please leave. I am a newbie writer and I would love to receive reviews. I know they probably aren't going to be positive, but I would love to know what I can improve on.
Chapter 1
Severus Snape is many things: Britain's, and perhaps the world's, greatest Potions Master, a former Death Eater, and, most of all, my brother. Yes, for those of you that know him, he does actually have a family. He wasn't found in a cave, under a rock, or even hatched. He was raised by a loving mother, a strict father, and a protective sister.
My name is Aranea Snape. I guess you could say that I'm not what you'd expect from a Snape if you go by Severus. First and foremost, I am a Ravenclaw. Yes, a Snape that isn't a Slytherin. It's shocking, isn't it? A phenomenon easily explained. I take after our mother, a McGonagall and a Ravenclaw, and Severus takes after our father, a Slytherin. Severus, however, made some choices that he wouldn't have.
As I mentioned earlier, my mother was a McGonagall before she married, which means I am related to Minerva McGonagall. How can Minerva have the same last name as my mother's maiden name if she's my cousin? My aunt reverted back to her maiden name after she divorced Minerva's father and changed her daughter's as well.
Minerva is, in fact, my best friend. She and I were in the same year at Hogwarts. We knew each other as small children and that bond continued into our school days. We both were intelligent loners and found that companionship with each other was easy. She is also one of the few that tolerates the sarcastic nature and twisted sense of humor I share with Severus. I may not have the 'I-should-be-hated-and-feared' attitude, but I am still a Snape.
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In my seventh year, two things happened that changed me forever. First, Minerva and I both became Animagi. We both chose to become cats. Not the most original, I will admit that, but the animal is befitting to our personalities; intelligent and snarky. The second thing is that my gift made itself known. I often think of it as a curse rather than a gift.
My 'gift' is omniscience. Yes, I have the same bloody talent as Albus Dumbledore. Mine, however, is receptive to something different than his is. I bet you thought when I said omniscient that I suddenly knew everything about everything. Wrong. Very, very, wrong. Surprise, Albus doesn't know everything. With our omniscient gifts, we only have extensive knowledge about certain things.
With Albus, have you ever noticed his impeccable timing? Probably, because he is receptive to conflict and major events that need interference. Though, that's not all he knows nor does it mean that he knows all about that. I suppose the deities want some things to remain a mystery.
Now, you must be asking yourself what I am able to see. Well, while Albus is out playing referee to the world, I am playing Cupid. That's right, Severus' sister can see everyone's best match. I can see other things, but unfortunately, this is what dominates my gift.
Can't you see the irony of that? The sister of the most hated man at Hogwarts has the abilities of a magical matchmaker. And you think my sense of humor is twisted? Like I said, it's a curse. I was never even one for Divinations, much less the belief in the whole destined partner thing.
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What does my friendship with Minerva, my Animagus form, my gift, and Albus' understanding of my gift have to do with anything? Everything. Without the combination of these things, the events of this story could not have happened.
As for my tale, you are going to learn how Severus became the latest victim of my gift. I really should say our victim. I couldn't have done it without Albus and Minerva.
Throughout Severus' life, I've waited for some little signal to go off to let me know that I'd found his 'true love.' I know it sounds moronic, but I am stuck with this ability and all its cliché terminology.
Severus has been the hardest person I've ever tried to match-make. Perhaps, it's that I try too hard. I've been desperate for him to find happiness, especially since Voldemort's defeat two years ago. I know there has to be some psychological reason why I am so determined for him to find happiness. Probably, a feeling of failure as a sister for not for preventing his negative choices. Forunately, I am not one of those Muggle psychologist, and I can avoid analyzing myself.
Until the beginning of last school year, I was beginning to think Severus was destined to be alone. Minerva was far from amused when I told her the identity of the woman that would prevent that. She got quite hysterical at that particular weekend meeting. Albus was there, of course. The two are inseparable. Another couple that resulted from my meddling, but that is another tale for another time. Albus just sat there with the usual twinkle in his eye. No doubt, he found it amusing.
A/N: Should I let the plot bunny die a horrible death, or should I let him keep running? Please review. I am also looking for a beta-reader. By-the-way, aranea means spider's web in Latin.