Magic - Mercy - Misery - Snape x Original of age female character
This is the tale of Francesca Blackwood, an original character woven in the threads of magic. A sixth-year Ravenclaw scholar, she strives to escape the clutches of her abusive ex-boyf...
Quickly, Severus made his way back to the bedroom, using his wand to hastily dress himself. He grabbed the sleeping baby, her bag that was always packed and went to the floor. "The Burrow," he said firmly, flowing the powder into the fire.
He quickly landed on the other side, look disheveled as ever, his hair not even brushed. Everyone was sat around the kitchen table having breakfast. The house was full since the wedding was in mere days.
"Ah, Severus. Sit join us," Arthur said with his usual funny expression. Everyone's expression soon turned concerned when they saw the solemn expression Severus had.
"Dear, what's wrong?" Molly blurted out as she got up from the huge, filled table. She dusted her hands off on her well-loved partnered apron.
"We had a very close call. He almost found her," Severus stuttered. Suddenly, the man was under attack from the onslaught of Weasley children trying to be the first to hold the baby. "Eh get out the way, I'm first," Fred told George as he shoved his brother out of the way.
"Boys! Manners! Sit!" Molly, she shrieked with a firm clap of her hands. The twins chuckled returning to the table.
Severus' eyes went to the window above the sink where a little fluffy tailed squirrel sat, shaking its tail. It jumped from the windowsill to the kitchen floor, transfiguring into Frankie's disguised face she would adorn to leave the safe house.
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"Bloody hell, who's that?" Ron said from the table. Hermione hit him hard in the ribs. "What? Just asking," he grinned. "His wife, of course," the young woman with long brown hair said. Her viridian eyes shown like sparking gems.
"You're not Frankie," Ron spat. The woman looked at Ron for a second, studying him before transforming into Ron himself. "You're right.. Ronald Weasley, nice to meet ya," the young man with red hair grinned back at Ron. Ron's eyes had gotten as big as galleons, as well as everyone else's.
"Bloody hell," he said. The transformation was seamless, and the room fell silent, each person grappling with the impossibility of what they had just witnessed. Harry, who had been quietly observing the exchange, stepped forward, his eyes narrowing with curiosity.
"Show us someone else, someone more handsome.. like myself," George chuckled. "Who wants to play a game? I bet I can transform into the Headmaster and no one could tell us apart," Ron's doppelganger said.
Severus rolled his eyes, "We hardly have time. She cannot take on her, usual form without being found. It's the mark he put on her, it's some sort of tracking beacon. Apparently, when she gets very angry, she is rather easily found," Severus said as he went to plop himself down in an empty chair.
Frankie turned herself back into her disguised facade again. She gave him a death stare, signaling that their prior conversation wasn't over. "Mine," she whispered as he went over taking the baby from him.
