Severus hates the French, and this is why.
Chapter 8- Letters to the Frenchie.
Sebastian Russier
12 Rue Craches
Chatillon, Paris
France
Chere Sebastian
Nobody tells me anything anymore. Paris now? What next Monaco? I don't blame you actually, if I'd grown up in Riems I would have moved to America by now. How be you and the clan Russier? Rochelle (I'm clearly not talking about my cat) sent me an owl not long ago. She tells me Tatie Sophie and Tonton Jean are on shaky ground- Again. Do you think its living on the vineyard that does it to everyone? Next time you come to England (and it better be bloody soon (and don't bring the rest of your family)) Bring some of your parents wine. You see I depleted all that Angele had collected and all that I conned out of you lot the year before the last. You see I really do need it, I have many problems.
Now here is what you've been waiting Seven years to hear. I am human; I developed a rather pathetic crush on a French girl attending Hogwarts this year. I actually feel emotion for another person, Mon Dieu! I feel weak because of it and my life has been hell because of it (now I'm just exaggerating) See how self centered I am? A girl from Ravenclaw (a house in this school, I don't think I've ever written to you about it) committed suicide this year, it doesn't help. That made me think. Has there been any suicide in our family? I'm curious. I know we've had our fair share of murderers and inherited diseases, but suicide... hmm. Would you class suicide as a disease? Well, no that doesn't make sense what about depression is that a disease? (And I'm not implying anything about myself and my mental state at this period at time (Ask me again in a year)) Anyway moving on. I'm going home to Brighton this year, because Calais is just too risky and Snape Hall in Richmond is just too dead (although the mansion there is damned nice).
I think I've became more than friends with this girl in my year, Akira. She is absolutely gorgeous. You must come to England sometime
Severus Snape
Snape Manor
Brighton, East Sussex
England.
Severus Snape
Where ever you be
Brighton, East Sussex
England
Chere Severus!
Bonjour Cousin! Yes I moved away from Riems. Every time Rochelle has come home from Beauxbatons she seems to have gotten moodier, Robert goes through my things when I'm not home. Clea is trying to be like Rochelle and Marie won't shut up about how she is starting at Beauxbatons next year. Maman and Papa – well don't even get me started Severus, just don't get me started. My owl got confused with my last letter and took it to your tutor Wesley, and he sent me a reply that read "Based on the content of this letter I refuse to forward to your cousin Severus". It was hilarious. Your tutor is so funny. How I miss the days at Richmond when we drove him insane singing muggle like songs that we heard on the muggle radio. You should bring your tutor over to Calais this summer, I'd come visit or you could come to Chatillon in Paris. Why do you avoid France so much? You haven't been here in 3 years. And you wonder why Grand-Mere Lidia pesters you so. I reckon if you weren't English you'd be her favourite
Yes depression is a disease the same as love. Does this girl love you and your greasy hair back? Sorry I couldn't resist, have you gotten a hair cut yet?
Sebastian Russier
(You know the rest)
Not so dear Sebastian
Looky here French boy if I hear one more joke about my hair you die.
Don't criticise my hair, yours isn't perfect to be honest.
And for the god damn last time it's not greasy, it's merely radiant you burke! Merely radiant! NO the girl does not love me back we are 'friends' you see.
I am not coming to Calais, that's just asking for trouble plus I have N.E.W.Ts next year
(the equivalent of your final wizardry assessment) and I've got things to do with Lucius Malfoy over the holidays. I don't know why I avoid France, but I've come to hate everything about it, I like England where I'm relatively safe.
I'll ask Wesley not to open my mail in future, and just for the record your owl sucks. How do you gather love is a disease, you aren't exactly dying of it are you Sebastian?. What the hell is wrong with being English?!
Severus Snape the Pissed
Study, Snape manor
Brighton, East Sussex
England
Chere Arrogant Englishman
How dare you call me "French boy"!
Your hairy is greasy, and being English is a curse.
Being serious
Severus love kills, you only have to look at the example your mother and father
set to realise that please just be careful.
Lucius Malfoy? he is the boy with the Death eaters the Lestrangers were telling
Maman about! You are friends with him? I hear he is big trouble and apparently
(I heard this on the grape vine (literally (okay bad joke))) close to this ridiculous
Voldemort person. Oh and did you hear Severus, 70 people dead, I just can't
believe it.
Rochelle sends her love; she has only just gotten home from Beauxbatons- I'm glad I moved out when I did.
P.S Your owl sucks more than mine
Seb Russier
Cupboard
12 Rue Craches
Chatillon, Paris
France
Frenchie
We Englishmen take pride in our arrogance. you Frenchies are weeds, whoopsies and big girls' blouses. My hair is not god damn greasy and I will not cut it I tell you (well never to above shoulder height.)
Sevvy Snape
A hole
Brighton, East Sussex
England
Chere Severus
Truce? Enjoy your holiday cousin. Keep on writing to me, and tell me if you change your mind about Calais. So apart from all we've spoken about what had been going on in your life?
P.S: I was forced home, I hate Rochelle.
Sebastian Russier
6 Rue Chat noir
Riems, Champagne
France
Chere Sebastian
Well what has been going on? I've been studying myself into the ground seeing as I have nothing better to do, I've developed feelings for one of my closest friends and run the risk of losing that friendship if I say something and it plagues me. In the meantime my studies have been distracted by a pretty Slytherin girl who happens to be the sister of one of my arch enemies, and I seem to be digging my own grave. And on top of all of that my best friend has emotionally black mailed me into joining the Death Eaters and if you don't know about them then you have been living in a rather dark cave.
My life is a shit hole.
Severus Snape
Snape Manor
Brighton, East Sussex
England
Chere Severus
You have just earned yourself a visit from the relatives.
Take care
Sebastian Russier
6 Rue Chat Noir
Riems, Champagne
France
Severus Snape
Snape manor
Brighton, East Sussex
England
Chere Severus
My dear Nephew, I would like to inform you Jean and I will be in England over summer and will be staying with you. I intended to Bring Sebastian, Rochelle, Robert, Clea and petite Marie, I hope you do not mind. I don't want to have you spend summer alone in the manor again, and Wesley informs me you need to be in England to keep focused on studies for your finishing year. I do not know the exact date you should expect us, I am Sorry.
Love Tante Sophie
6 Rue Chat noir
Riems, Champagne
France
Sophie Russier's Point of View
Angele left behind an unhappy boy. Poor Boy.
Going over to England to spend sometime with him is the best thing for him right now, that's what he needs, reassurance from his family.
Jean Russier's POV
Ma femme insists on harassing poor Severus. This is the worst thing for him right now, harassment from his family.
Sebastian Russier's POV
Poor Severus. Maman insists we go keep him company over summer. Judging from his last letter to me a visit from us is the last thing he needs. Well at least I know they will bring him some wine from the vineyards. 1 Positive for Severus Snape.
Rochelle Russier's POV
I am not going to England, why can't they see I have a life?!
Robert Russier POV
Severus Snape... How boring
Clea Russier's POV
We can't go to England, can't they see Rochelle has a life
Marie Russier's POV
Francs! Papa dropped some Francs!
Severus Snape's Point Of View
I looked at my watch then out the window.
To my watch, then out the window.
1 hour 47 minutes.
I looked out the window then to my watch
1 hour 48 minutes
I stared intently at my watch
1 hour 49 minutes
1 hour 50 minutes
God damn it, make the time move faster.
The trip from London to Brighton has always been a boring one I guess, but never as it was now. I would have been better off staying in Richmond.
I looked out the window. Everything looked the same way as it had a year ago, had nothing changed?
I assumed the manor in Brighton hadn't changed at all. And I discovered I was correct upon arrival.
One of the things that definitely brightened(A/n:Note the sarcasm) up my day was a letter from my Tatie Sophie saying she, my Tonton Jean (Philippe) and my cousins would be joining me at Snape hall for the summer. Why I have no idea and why I do not want to know. I haven't seen my Tatie, Tonton or cousins since the summer before 5th year when I was in Calais and then dragged off to Riems in Champagne to stay with my permanently sloshed Uncles and aunties. Well I was more dragged between Rilly and Riems than really staying anywhere. These are the people that brought on my hate for France.
At least I didn't get forced into going to La Rochelle. Somehow I don't think that would be bearable. I'd have to throw my self into the Bay of Biscay and hope that I wash up on the shores of Brighton.
My driver decided to take me on the scenic route into the estate. The gardens were dead. My mother loved the gardens, but I think for the last 5 years of her life she was out of it, truly insane-And I think that prompted the dancing around the gardens and naming of weeds, No wonder my father killed her.
I saw my tutor, He saw me.
He saw my hair.
And I swear he scowled!
"Welcome home Master Snape."
"Don't look too pleased." I remarked, intending to be as indifferent and sarcastic as I could manage this summer. Wesley studied me.
"And pray tell what has brought on this mood that I'm going to suffer because of?"
"Why are we alive? Don't ask me. Mr Martin" That sort of talk irritated my tutor the most, so he turned to his attentions to the stable hand leading my horses away, and the butler who was taking my trunk from the carriage. I often wondered if this was how my parents lived every day of their life, watching over people do things for them.
"Anything eventful happen while I was away?" I questioned in the most arrogant tone of voice I could muster.
"No Severus." I looked at my tutor, and he looked straight back at me. I have never been afraid of being caught looking or staring if you like, at people; I'm not the sort of person who stares at a person until they make eye contact and have to immediately look away. But I don't like catching people staring at me, it gives me paranoia among other things .
My tutor seemed tired of me already, after a year we'd only been in each others presence for 5 minutes and he was sick of me already.
"Believe me, I would have stayed at Hogwarts had the option been available to me."
"Pardon me Severus? I do not recall saying anything."
"You didn't have to."
"You are being ridiculous Severus, I do not wish for you to stay at Hogwarts... that has always been your choice" He spoke almost accusingly.
"Mais Enfin!". I removed my gloves as I started up the steps of the manor.
"By the way Severus, before you sulk away to somewhere your Aunt Sophie and Uncle Jean will be arriving in a few days, So for now keep off the second floor, the maids are preparing all the rooms there"
"Yeah yeah..."
I waited half the evening for my trunk to turn up; in the meantime I sorted out my mail. There were a few letters, one from My Uncle in Mont-rose Scotland seeking permission to use Snape hall in Richmond while he was in England, Another From My grandfather Richard, to my Tutor Wesley Martin*, inquiring on how my studies were, A few from Cousins, like Eliza Blake who is my age and attending Durmstrang and her twin brother Lucien*, Claudia Renault and some others. I have a lot of Cousins, unfortunately. 8 that I am close to who are 16+, and millions of little cousins, Natalie Blake who is only 4 being my favourite and Clea Russier brat of France from my mothers side being my least favourite. Lucky me Clea was coming to stay.
I had received a letter from Lucius too, but I chose to ignore it, I didn't feel like getting even more depressed on this particular evening.
… But then I opened it.
It was nothing, he was just saying hello,
Severus Snape
My dearest Cynical Friend. Have arrived in Rochdale safely and despite the erratic weather here I am quite good. How are you my pessimistic friend? I sent Aeolus an owl too, and I'll start making plans to catch up soon. Speaking of catching up, Narcissa is holding a party at her parents place in Dover and she wishes you to come, but I suppose when the party has been finalised she will send you an owl herself. Akira will be going.
I hope the weather in Brighton is much nicer than it is here. Anyway, reply as soon as you can.
Lucius Malfoy
(If your owl doesn't know where in Rochdale I live by now, it should be shot!)
Sometimes I wonder what Lucius does with all his intelligence when we get to Hogwarts, because I always see the bright cunning side of him over the holidays but when I get to Hogwarts all I see is the mindless, arrogant, foppish Lucius Malfoy. I wonder if he is just as good actor as I am.
I got a letter from Akira too
Sev!
I hope this reaches you. If you are reading this now then it has, yay!.
I just got home so I'm sending you an owl. I Really Really Really hope we can catch up.
I might take you up on that offer to stay with you in Brighton, then you can show me the beach.
Anyway better make this quick
Write back or else!
With much love, a kiss and some happiness
Akira Black
Akira is a beautiful human being she really is, a bright shining torch for all of us/
I can never get to sleep in my manor, that's why I don't intend on living here after I graduate. I hardly ever have nightmares but when I sleep here that's all I ever get in my sleep, and afterwards the headaches are splintering. It wasn't like this before I left for Hogwarts, it only started afterwards.
The nightmares are indescribable, like dying over and over again, but waking up to be alive. Sometimes its family related, and now my nightmares are the only place where I can remember what my father looks like. - No looked like. Sometimes my nightmares replay the event of my mother's murder, nothing changed, everything exactly how it happened, and in my sleep I see the things I can't remember in consciousness. The Nightmares don't bother me half as much as they should, but it's the headaches that prevent me from desiring to sleep. I'm very prone to headaches and migraines, and fear them. Some times I convince myself there is something wrong with me, and the paranoia brings on more headaches. And Sometimes if feel like I'm in this big hole and I've dug so deep that I can't get out so I have to keep going.
So I procrastinated most of the night until I could not stay awake any longer
Wesley Martin's POV
The boy looked exhausted and ill before he went to bed. He also seemed very highly strung when he arrived.
I went to wake him the next morning and it was obvious he had been tossing, because a pillow that had previously been on his bed was on the dresser halfway across the room. It makes me wonder just how violent he gets when he sleeps, and I feel sorry for his future wife if he continues on like this. She will get killed in her sleep.
He still seemed ill but the boy always looks ill, thin and pale. I've been told he was a sickly infant. That is probably why.
The boy probably suffers from malnutrition based on his description of the food at Hogwarts.
I let him sleep, keeping in mind he is not a morning person.
Then Sophie and Jean Arrived
~~Severus's POV~~
"Severus, wake up"
I was quite sure it was an ungodly hour of the morning but in reality I had overslept. Taking advantage of this, I decided to get some more sleep…..
"Severus wake up now."
"Salut Severus!"
It was her! I sat up immediately to see my aunty. I wasn't exactly well presented.
My Aunt was in my bed chambers. Glancing around I was relieved to see only Wesley and Sophie were in the room. My gazed strayed to a smashed mirror and my stomach leaped.
"Ah! Severus, Bonjour!"
"Euh…. Bienvenue Tatie..." I was rather annoyed that she had invited herself, but I was now fuming that she had interrupted my sleep, and I had a headache.
"Mais Enfin enfant!" I rolled over and ignored my aunty.
"Get up now Severus" Its time like these when I'd really like to murder my tutor. So much for my restful holiday.
*Wesley Martin was my Choir Conductor. I was in the Sydney Chamber Choir of the Australian Youth Choir, I dropped out when my voice broke but the conductor must have been a Nazi in a past life. I'm sure there were references to him in Mien Kampf (Authored By Adolf Hitler)
*Lucien was always my character Severus's cousin before he was Heather's flirtatious Next Generation Character. She nicked him off me when I played him as Draco's son in an After Hogwarts rp.