Set two years into his professorship at Hogwarts. BEFORE lilys death.
Severus snape is still a dedicated death eater- spying for lord Voldemort.
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Olivia Blackmore was in her final year at Hogwarts and had become instantly besotted with her Potions...
With mere weeks left in her last year, Olivia thought it prudent to speak to Dumbledore about staying on as an Assistant of some sort with anyone who needed one.
Who was she kidding- there was only one person she wanted to work under...be under.
Olivia was having chest pains and anxiety from the thought of leaving Hogwarts and going out into the real world.
As an orphan, she had no one to turn to for support and as such was forced to taking the initiative and being more responsible than her peers throughout her life. However this didn't mean she didn't feel helpless and alone in the magical world she lived- she was just a young Witch after all.
What lay ahead stressed and scared Olivia but not enough that she would stop taking her medication to alleviate her worries and take a peek at what lay ahead. You see the petite Slytherin had a dark secret of her own, she had visions- shocking, constant, unfiltered and rattling ones since as young as she could remember, and as such had self medicated to stop them in their tracks the moment she arrived at Hogwarts and gained access to the library which showed her how.
Books had always been her salvation- her way of fitting into the magical world she was alone in by understanding everything there was to know about it.
She was at the top of every class out of necessity. Unlike others she didn't have a warm home to go back to during holidays or after completing her studies or parents to lean on while she found her footing. She had to find a job and accommodation asap. At the age of 18 she would no longer qualify for a room at the orphanage and receiving their help- not that she wanted to stay there anyway.
Had Olivia been less mentally stable she would have burnt that horrid place to the ground ages ag0- much like someone else we know *CoughVoldemortCough*.
Lotus Orphanage held traumatic memories of bullying, neglect and being made to feel like a freak. Her room was cold, grey, sparse, unwelcoming and in the winter it was through sheer luck she survived the bitter cold and slept through the shrill ringing sound of strong winds whistling through the holes in her old peeling window. The window itself was so close to the ceiling she couldn't even look through it so her lodgings was more like a cell than bedroom.
There had been dark creeping patches of mold covering the popcorn ceiling and moving down the corners towards her- which she was sure was detrimental to her health. She would have been quite sick by now had she not used magic to fix it. It was that day that to Olivia's surprise and delight she realized the Ministry could not track wandless magic. She was in her 3rd year at Hogwarts that day and since then spent every waking second practicing the craft- never looking back.
Her olivander wand~ 13½" long, crafted from yew, and affixed with a dragon heartstring core was unyielding and built for battle according to the man who sold it.
She found a spell to transfigure it into a tattoo on her arm should she need it. The picture replica ran up the underside of her arm:
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