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Before you even realise it, it's the day, and Severus Snape bursts through your bedroom door with figurative horns blazing. You have no idea how he got in, but the pure mad grin on his face is frankly scary so you find yourself resigning to your fate seconds after he starts shaking you.
"We have yet to eat, Severus," you comment after he starts prattling about the things he packed. "Surely, the magic talk could wait until after we are done?"
Nibbles Nutmuncher, the squirrel himself, chirps in protest of being woken up. You also have no idea how he is here— although he probably crawled his way in, the tricky thing.
You halfheartedly glare at him when he takes his place on your shoulder.
"Fine," the boy almost spits with melodrama, and his clothes swish with a wind from nowhere, "but you will come with me to the station."
As he slams the door shut, a bewildered laugh escapes from your parted mouth and you shake your head in amusement.
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"Do you really have to go?" The repeated question leaves the blonde's mouth in practised ease, and you abruptly turn to her with an incredulous look in your eyes as Severus groans from the background.
Petunia gives him a scathing glare in return, and you have to hold yourself back from saying something remotely old person like–
"Behave."
That.
A sigh escapes, and you grip the ticket in your hand tighter. "I know that you don't like it, but that doesn't change the fact I have to go, Tune."
"But–"
"Oh, will you zip it, Petunia? She will be fine without your excessive bothering," Severus rolls his eyes as he pushes his trolley forward.
It's apparent that he's aiming for trouble, and it's granted to him when Petunia's pale face blotches up in a fit of scarlet anger.
"You–"
"Enough," you are only eleven and you feel that you are getting grey hairs. These children are more trouble than they're worth when they're together, yet you still seem to find yourself caring for them both– how unfortunate, that seems to be.
"Nibbles make enough useless chatter for all of us, so how about we don't bicker?"
You hate to think, but you remember. ( Once a lifetime ago, you were them. Once a lifetime ago, your quartettrio? of friends watched you bicker and argue and laugh– but those times were lost in the wind like a forlorn melody you liked to hum sometimes. )
"You're such a mum," Severus scrunches up his face, "aren't you supposed to be the youngest of us?"
"Lily Jean just has a bit of an old soul, is all," Petunia answers easily, without giving you a side glance. "Let her be, or else she'll get wrinkles and grey hairs all over."
You laugh, chest swelling with warmth. "You're ganging up on me now? How immature of you lot."
The two of you chitter, and Severus' lips tug into a small smile before Miranda lightly grabs your shoulder to get your attention.
"I'm afraid it's time to go, darlings. Petunia, say goodbye to your sister."
( The train looming above you. It's strangely like a march to your death, however, the stage of mourning is already past you– a somber realisation.
A bitter smile forms on your lips at the thought. )
Petunia is quick to pull you into a tight hug, and you reciprocate it just the same. "I really don't want you to go," she takes a deep breath next to your ear, and pulls back just as fast, "but I guess you have to. Just– write to me a lot, okay? I know you can take care of yourself, but– if you have any trouble whatsoever..."
"I'll be sure to write to you first," you smile. "I'll miss you, Tune."
She beams at your words.
Then, Miranda kneels to your eye level, her hands on your shoulders. "I love you. Don't forget that," and presses a longing kiss on your forehead as her strawberry blonde hair drapes over you. "My baby girl."
"Hey," Anthony puts a hand over his wife's back. She nods solemnly and lets go of her hold on you. "Take care, Little Note. Write to us, alright? We'll miss you."
He ruffles your hair and you huff out a laugh. "Yeah. See you later, everyone."
You board the train with Severus Snape.
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🌻🌾( ˘͈ᵕ˘͈⍣ ೋ ) — — — — — — AUTHOR'S NOTE : 𝄢𝄞
im Back bby and im here to rock'n'roll anyway uh tell me what u thought if this bc i have NO IDEA what to think hope u like it :)
PS. ive changed mirandas hair colour to strawberry blonde instead of just blonde bc i can. — — — — — —
