Wandering Waifs: Chapter Three

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Many Pranks, no thought to Professor Snape's resemblance to my father, and seven years later : Summer of Seventh Year

It's been seven years since I first met them, my best friends, the Weasley twins, and Lee Jordan when he isn't off snogging Alicia. It's been seven years of them pranking, me reprimanding, of life and love, and most especially laughter. It's been seven of the best years of my life, and now I'm scared that it's coming to an end.

I'm at Elenora's house for the Summer, as always. The Weasleys have always invited me and asked about my home life, but it's something I feel is best left alone. Fred and George know the basics, and honestly, I'm not sure if I could bear watching their tight knit family interact without feeling incredible envy.

I've spent all of my Christmas' with them, both at Hogwarts, and away, but it wouldn't be right of me to intrude on them for an entire Summer. Or that's what I keep telling myself.

I'm sitting on my bed, wishing it was my birthday so I could use my magic, and missing the boys. I remember wishing them goodbye after exiting the train and being pulled into the usual goodbye hug. I remember telling them tearfully that I'd always love them.

I do. Love them, I mean, always have. Just differently, Lee has always been more of a younger brother to me, and George manages to behave like an older one, Fred too; but Fred is different. The truth is I, well, I always have, loved him. More than a brother, and it's terrible because the chance of that happening is about zero.

Lying here bemoaning my fate I hear a crash and rush downstairs. There are two hooded figures, Deatheaters by the looks of it, but before they can do anything there is another sound, more like popping. Then there were two other individuals, not death eaters, one who looks exactly like my defense Professor. Then he apparates me away.

I'm on the ground breathing hard from the side apparition, in front of me are many tall houses, I feel the ground beneath me rumble and then there is one more. It proclaims itself Number Twelve, looking around I discover that I'm in a place called Grimuald Place, and it looks the part.

Dazedly I'm dragged inside the house, regaining my spatial awareness I grasp my wand and say quietly "Hello Professor Moody" pulling me with a hand over my mouth past a veiled and seemingly dozing portrait he replies in a gruff voice "wish you all would stop calling me that"

Cautiously I murmured in reply "sorry, sir" and allowed him to continue ushering me farther into the immensely creepy looking house. After a few turns we finally made our way towards a well lit room at the end of a corridor near a set of stairs. It was the kitchen and on sight I was pulled into the arms of the normally bustling .

Upon being pried out of their mother's arms I was pulled into another embrace, this time far more gentle and with the Weasley twins. Clinging to them I felt my resolve crumbling, knowing I could not blink back the tears for long.

One of them let go, and when I looked up, into the eyes of Fred Weasley, I promptly burst into tears. I buried my face in his shoulder and he tightened his grip on my now shaking form as I was wracked with sobs.

Partially aware of my surroundings after a good ten minutes, I heard rather than saw the entrance of a man named Kingsley, and only upon finally looking up recognized him from the attack. A good couple of minutes later I managed to force myself to leave Fred's comforting hug.

Heading towards Kingsley he asked in his deep voice that everyone leave the room so as to talk to me. They did so. "Elenora-" I began to ask only to be cut off by his voice, this time solemn. "She died of a heart attack from the shock."

All but fleeing the room, I flung myself into the arms of the next available person, the entering Professor Snape. Startled by the sudden armful of sobbing girl, he could do naught but continue to hold me. After a while he began to gently remove me and quickly handed me off to the twins.

Upon catching a glimpse of my tear stained face during the transition, he looked momentarily startled, but then seemed to reason away whatever must have startled him.

Gently, the twins moved with me to a nearby couch; after a few more minutes of tears I fell into an unsettled sleep.

One Weasley twin pillow, fifteen or so hours later: the next day

I woke to the gentle shakings of a Fred Weasley and the yelled "wake up, time for lunch" of a George Weasley. I blinked away my sleep and wearily stood, as a unit we moved to the kitchen once more, the boys familiarly throwing their arms over me, Fred supportive, George leaning.

Looking around the kitchen there was an assortment of different witches and wizards to be had. Aside from the Weasleys, I spotted Kingsley who gave me a soft smile, a rather shifty man who George left to talk to with a call of "Dung", and a petite pig-snouted blonde-purple-pink haired witch.

Said appearance changing witch was staring surreptitiously at Remus Lupin, who was sitting next to a man who looked just like…Sirius Black. Only slightly surprised at this point I leaned up and murmured questioningly in Fred's ear "is that Sirius Black?"

Grinning up at me the, probably not mass murderer, Sirius Black actually stood and offered me his hand, smirking at Fred before asking "this your bird, the one you talk so much about?"

Blushing slightly I readied myself for Fred's outright refusal or correction and was pleasantly surprised when he instead smiled back and said "Of course, this is Elizabeth Hunter".

Looking momentarily puzzled, Sirius turned his gaze on me and asked "did your mother go to Hogwarts?" I replied "yes" but our conversation was cut short when Hermione entered the room and Sirius went to hound her about information from Harry

Lunch was a fun affair aside from the Twins nearly skewering their "associate" Mundungus "accidentally" while using their magic just to show they could; stupid early-birthday having gits. Afterwards they took me up to their room to show me their latest inventions in an attempt to cheer me up.

Friends, cleaning, and a pair of extendable ears later: Two weeks after

The Order of the Phoenix. That's what it's called; the organization to which every adult that resides within Grimmuald Place belongs. The group my mother was a part of when she was killed.

Currently I'm with Fred, George, and Ginny listening in on their meeting. The twins recently invented these nifty things called extendable ears that allow you to listen in on other people's conversations with minimized chances of being caught.

From who we had sighted and he voices we could recognize, we reckoned that the meeting consisted of: Aurors Tonks and Kingsley; Professors Dumbledor, Snape, McGonagall, Flitwick; not ever an actual teacher and ex-auror Mad-Eye Moody, the Weasley Matriarch and Patriarch Molly and Arthur, and ex-supposed mass murderer and the boy who refuses to die's godfather Sirius Black.

They were arguing about the relative safety of an unnamed object within the Ministry when Professor Snape and Sirius Black started arguing. Neither of them were being at all reasonable so, after a good ten minutes of them bickering Professor Dumbledor actually had to silence them.

With them silenced he said "Now Sirius, Severus, get along or we will simply have to have the rest of this meeting without you."

While the boys laughed about them getting reprimanded, I found myself making a startling relevation.

My Professor Severus Snape. Severus, the name of my father. My father the man in my locket with long dark hair, pale skin and that nose. Severus Snape the man who looked just like the man in my locket. Severus Snape who looked just like my father. Severus Snape…my father.

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