Back In Time

Back In Time: Chapter Eight

EDITED: Chapter Eight:

An entire week passed, with nothing of any merit happening. Somehow, I was automatically placed in the group of ‘Marauders’, simply because they hung out around me, not that I really had a problem with that. Unfortunately, that meant that I couldn’t spend any time around my father.. brother, because it seemed as if Snape and the Marauders were arch-enemies.

Every once in a while, I would catch my “brother” staring at me intently as we all ate breakfast or supper, then somehow either Sirius or James would grab his attention and his stare turned into a glare within milliseconds. It was truly disconcerting, and nearly made my head spin with how quickly his emotions could change.

Every so often, I’d make my way to the lake, and sit under Snape’s tree, as I’d begun to call it, and hope that he would come out so that we could have some time to spend together.

After he had admitted that he believed my story, we had made our way to Professor Dumbledore’s office and informed him of everything that had happened. Within the day, all the teachers were informed of my “sibling-ship” with Severus Snape, and within forty-eight hours the entire school had begun calling me "Snivellus's sister".  

I can safely say that the Marauders and I got on famously, they teased me and most treated me as their little sister, somehow I’d even began to tolerate Peter Pettigrew, although because I knew what he would do in the future, I refused to trust him, but Peter didn’t seem to notice as I tried hard to treat him the exact same way I did Sirius, Remus or James. Even when they found out that Severus was my ‘brother’, they didn’t abandon me, which earned them several brownie points in their favor. However, they did refuse to quit calling Severus, Snivellus, which not only detracted brownie points, but earned them slaps on the back of the head, Sirius getting more than the other three put together. I’m one hundred percent sure, he only called him Snivellus to agitate me. It definitely worked.

“So, what are all of you doing later tonight?” I questioned, already really knowing the answer but wondering if they would lie to me or tell me the truth. It was a full moon, meaning Remus would be going wolf, and the Marauders would be keeping him in check.

“We’re going to sleep early actually, what do you plan to go do?” Sirius questioned, the bad part was he didn’t actually look like he was lying, which I knew he was, so he was extremely good at it.

This is where my “master plan” would come into play. “I don’t know. Perhaps the same as you, I am awfully tired.” That was a complete lie, in all truthfulness, I planned on walking the school grounds, perhaps going into the Forbidden Forest, or maybe even to Hogsmeade, but I wouldn’t tell Sirus that.

An awkward silence surrounded our group. After several minutes, I rolled my eyes and pulled out my homework given to us by Professor Slughorn. A Potions Essay. One in which I had already written in my fourth year at Hogwarts, yet everyone else is doing it for their sixth year. I simply did my best to remember exactly what I had written on my old essay and copied it down. Due to my nearly photographic memory, I didn’t even have to pull out my Potions book to look anything up.

I finished hours before the others would, and they stared at me like I was the best thing on earth. As quickly as I could, I raced out of the Common Room, excited to get to the tree near the lake. It didn’t matter how often I went down there only to find out my father wasn’t there, it didn’t dim my excitement one bit.

Once I saw that my ‘brother’ wasn’t there, I let the smile fade from my face but still made my way to sit underneath the tree. It was cloudy, like it could start to pour down rain at any moment and it occurred to me that Severus wouldn’t come out if he thought it would rain.

We were too alike really, liking and hating the same things. Even though he never admitted it, I knew he had a phobia of storms, just like I do, the only difference being that I didn’t care if it was about to storm, I simply wanted the chance to see him.

In fact, I hardly even thought about the fact that I was terrified of storms until the first crack of thunder sounded. My limbs froze in terror and everything else around me seemed to freeze as the rain began soaking the ground. The tree I sat under protected me for a moment from being drenched, but only for that moment. Still I sat frozen, not able to move. My gaze stayed fixated on the lake even after my clothes were soaked through and the first shiver went through my body.