The Snape brothers

Chapter 4: 14th october 1971, Letters to Severus.

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 14th October 1971 Great hall:

Severus was having a good morning: it was Saturday he'd already done his homework and his body was starting to get used to the more nutritious food Hogwarts served. He had briefly spoken with Avery and Nott about the possibility of them giving him their school books -after he'd proven himself to be ahead of his peers theoretically wise- if he were to do their homework for them:they had both agreed, but he would only do 4 essays for each of them a week and he'd share his notes on history of magic with them for the exams. This so-called 'middle' ground they had found suited all of them; he'd do the essays they didn't want to do and still have free time! Black and Potter were also in the infirmary due to having ingested 'something' yesterday: he wasn't sure what happened, but time without those troublemakers was always good in his books.

Looking at his meager breakfast that was still more than Septimus, Silvanus or Sein would be eating even for dinner he started to wonder if there existed a way he could get good food to them: after all what did the school do with the excess of food? Was there a way for him to apply to some program for students from less fortunate backgrounds anonymously?

Also it was Saturday had they already received the letter he'd send their way yesterday afternoon already? Probably not as it would arrive at the house of the Evanses... Because Tobias would probably kill any owl sent to their place with regularity. Sein would probably be there by mid-morning, asking Mrs.Evans to show him her paintings and how to paint: thinking about his shy, but excitable and paradoxical youngest brother made him smile fondly.

"Hi Sev!" He was startled out of his morning musings by Lily's voice.

"Morning Lily." He answered his friend awkwardly; she never came to the Slytherin table like he never went over to the Gryffindor one to chat with her, it was simply not done and people were starting to take notice. "What can I do for you this morning?" He inquired.

"Ughhhh... Always so formal Sev. Anyway I know this isn't a normal day for you to get post, but I think something happened. As you got three letters and my parents wrote to me ....And they used Hermes the owl we kept at home for either Eddy to use or emergencies and for Tuney to have an Owl to look after too of course! So here are your letters." The redhead rambled away before extending the letters

Severus looked at the extended letters with a feeling of dread. Why would his siblings send him three separate letters instead of the single letter where all three of them wrote normally? Why would they send it with Hermes? Why would they rush Hermes so?-for if they send it yesterday evening it would have been here by midday if Hermes kept to the typical quasi nocturnal habits of most post owls- What would have to happen for Tuney to agree to that madness? Neither paper nor parchment were cheap so while he was expecting something like this for Yulidite or his birthday: receiving it on a random Saturday rubbed him the wrong way. More so if it was the day before the twins eleventh birthday.

"Thanks Lily, if you'd told me I would have gotten them from you myself." He said to distract himself from the bubbling cauldron of emotions he was feeling in his chest putting the letters away in his robes to read later in the privacy of his rooms.

"Don't worry about it, the twins are probably fighting and Eddy's probably just a drawing!" Lily said with a smile. "So we're still working on our potion essay after lunch?" She asked.

"Sure." He answered distractedly wondering how soon he could leave the table without it being too soon. He decided to at least try to eat his breakfast before leaving as he disliked the idea of wasting food or anything really.