Prologue

It was a fact universally acknowledged, that one had to be happy when they came home with a newborn child. And Eileen would've too, she would've! Had it been a child. But it was not. It was two children. And she knew what that meant even before the Ministry sent their letter, kindly reminding her about the Prince curse and her 'duty toward our society'. She knew what it meant even before her mother stormed through the door, wearing a pained expression on her face. She knew, and she didn't like it. One of the twins had to go.

No. Let's try this again. The world had to think one of the twins had gone.

"It's what the family has done for centuries," Elvyra Prince's words haunted her again.

Yes, exactly! Centuries! Centuries and people still believed in this stupid curse! She was not even a Prince anymore, for Merlin's sake!

She was a Snape. And Eileen Snape was not one to believe in fudge and babble. Although a witch, she had never believed in family curses either. Especially not the one in her family. It was dating from so long back in time, it might very well have been made up by some infuriated hen divorcing her husband. Eileen Snape refused to sacrifice a child just because of some 13 words, spread around by word of mouth. She refused.


AN: English is not my native language and I don't have a Beta. So if you spot any mistakes, or are willing to be a beta, do contact me :)

Bonus summary: If you're not yet sure if this fic is worth your time, here is some additional information about it to help you make a decision:

Can you really believe the account of some angry teenager? Yes, he was The-Boy-Who-Lived, but others lived too, did they not? So I'm asking you to read the account of another angry teenager. Or two. Ironic, really.

Their account would match that of Harry in ways you'd never even expected. Up until his Sixth Year, at least. Then it will take a turn. Because what fun is it, if you already know what's going to happen?

The Snapes will have to share with each other everything they do in order to keep their cover. That proves to be counterproductive, when they begin to work for opposite sides of war.