𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬, | Severus Snape x Reader

A Warm Welcome

The hustle and bustle of people in King's Cross Station completely surrounded you, you could hardly make out what platform you were closest to. With your suitcase on your hip, you trudged through the crowd with quick apologies and awkward thin lipped smiles. You'd think that living in England your whole life would have brought you to the station at some point or another– but no. This was your first time being here in all eighteen years.

You had a quaint, unassuming upbringing in the English countryside. Dorset to be specific. Living alongside your mother, you attended the local muggle school and were on your way to graduating with the highest honors. Of course, nothing can ever be so perfect. During your 6th year of secondary school your mother had grown ill and passed away by the end of the summer. There were never any words of explanation of what had happened to her, just a chest she kept on her bedside table that you were advised to open should any tragedy occur.

I'd certainly consider this a tragedy. You mumbled to yourself as you struggled to unlatch the small chest. Inside was a sizable pouch of unrecognizable currency, along with a letter addressed to you from your mother. It read:

10 June 1990

Dearest daughter,

You must forgive me for the secrecy I've held for all these years. I know I do not have much time, and there are a number of things I need to tell you. Firstly being: you're a witch. You might think your old mother has gone mad in her years–but I swear on your life and my own that I am telling the truth. My continued silence on matters concerning your father had nothing to do with his character, but rather his ability of magic. Your father was a wizard and an Auror (a magical policeman of sorts) and he died protecting you and I during the ongoing war that plagued the wizarding world very soon after your birth. Rather than subjecting a child to the atrocities of war, I opted to go into hiding and afford you a chance at a normal life. Given that you're reading this, that didn't turn out very well did it? As a non-magic user I do not know very much about how a witch is supposed to be taught– but I'm familiar with someone who does. You deserve to connect with the side of your family I never allowed you to. Inside this chest I've included the address of your father's aunt of whom he was very close with. I recommend sending her a letter explaining what has happened. She is aware of your existence and will know what to do.

I am very sorry my sweet Y/n. I love you with all my heart, and I know you'll accomplish anything you set your mind to. Magic related or otherwise.

Love,
Mum

Tears brimmed your eyes as you read the letter, you weren't sure what to think. Wizards were apparently real, and you were one of them. You even had a whole family of wizards and witches that you never met.

Minerva McGonagall was her name; the aunt that your mother had mentioned in the letter. She was pleased to hear from you, albeit under terrible circumstances. McGonagall wrote back in a letter telling you all about a certain wizarding school that she thought you should attend. Even though you were in your last year, she managed to pull some strings with the headmaster to allow you to enroll. Along with special assignments from each of your teachers, she'd personally tutor you and help you get acquainted with the new world you just became a part of. All you had to do was board the Hogwarts Express, and she'd meet you when you got off the train.

You peered closely at the letter she sent you. Platform nine and three quarters? You'd never been to King's Cross before, but you certainly weren't a fool. Train stations don't have quarter platforms.

You went and stood between platform nine and ten, glancing around awkwardly. Perhaps there was some sort of wizard incantation that you were supposed to perform. Closing your eyes, you tried to imagine what it could be.