Mosag Snape and the Sorcerer's Stone

October 31, 1991

Ariana Kregs knew three definite things about her marriage to Severus Snape.
One: It started a year and three weeks before James and Lily Potter married.
Two: Severus didn't really love her.
Three: Ariana really loved Severus.
There was countless other things she knew, but those were the biggest three. Ariana knew she was a Gryffindor and Severus was a Slytherin. She knew his proposal wasn't as pure hearted as she dreamed, the two just decided it was the only logical step forward one afternoon at tea time.
She knew she looked nothing like Lily Potter. Lily was a ginger, with dark green eyes and pale smooth skin. Ariana was a blonde, with eyes the color of whiskey, and olive skin with some faint freckles. They had some similarities, like they were both Gryffindor's, and they were both headstrong girls. Ariana was a half blood, and Lily was a muggleborn. Ariana was a muggle school teacher, Lily was a brave witch working with Dumbledore against the Dark Lord. Lily had Severus' heart from their first meeting, Ariana knew she didn't.
She could only guess as to why Severus agreed to date her, later marry. Maybe he wanted to try and move on from Lily, with someone who looked nothing like her yet had a few similarities. Ariana heartbrokenly wondered how many times Severus had spoke of a wife and pictured Lily instead of Ariana.
She knew the day Severus got word of the Potter marriage was another one of the worst days of his life. He had stayed up in his study for nearly a month, supposedly working on his lesson plan for Hogwarts. He had been appointed Potions Master after Slughorn retired, so it was an outlet. A poor outlet, but still.
Ariana knew her husband was a Death Eater. It was a near impossible to hide something like that. Ariana knew the argument they had lasted almost a whole week, and then lasted a month when Severus said he was doing it to protect Lily Potter. It shouldn't hurt her as much, but it did. The professor had sworn to Ariana that he was keeping their family far from Voldemort's plotting, that they were in no danger as far as he knew.
She knew that their daughter was born ten months before Harry Potter. The girl, Mosag, was two years old now. The toddler was skipped the walking, going straight for running all over the Snape house. Ariana briefly felt like a student, watching the Marauders run through the halls. Oh, Ariana knew Professor McGonagall would need luck when Mosag was of age.
Ariana knew her daughter looked exactly like her mother, right down to the bright amber of her eyes and the sunshine yellow of her hair. Mosag had a lightness to her golden eyes, eager to learn whatever she could. She would babble for hours on end, and Ariana could only imagine the well crafted speech the toddler thought she was making.
It brought up a memory of Mosag with Severus. Mosag was caught playing with one of his empty vial, thinking it a toy. When Severus caught her, Ariana had the pleasure of watching Mosag babble about why it was her vial now and Severus would just have to accept that.
Ariana knew Severus loved Mosag, though it shouldn't have been a surprise. The matriarch of the Snape house had caught Severus rocking Mosag to sleep, telling her the story of The Three Brothers. It was Mosag's favorite.
It was Halloween now. Mosag was asleep, and had been since Ariana read The Three Brothers for the fourth time.
An owl had come for Severus hours ago, and he left immediately. Ariana knew he had been on edge ever since Harry Potter was born, something about a boy being born just as July died...Severus had explained to her the prophecy, back when she discovered him to be a Death Eater. Severus had been worried about the Potter's (even James, which showed just how bad this was) and what Voldemort would do to them. So, when Severus appeared out of their house, Ariana knew it was about the Potter's.
When Severus came home that night, so late is was November, going straight into his study, Ariana knew that Harry Potter had lived.
And Lily had not.

==MSSS==
Ten Years Later

Worlds away, where there were no wizards or witches or werewolves or dark lords, a girl sat on a couch in front of her TV. She had just watched Harry Potter and The Sorcerer's Stone for the fifth time. She had written everything in a new blue notepad, adding a charm so that everyone else saw jumbled words and unreadable sentences. It would be easier than having to remember all of this.
Her name is unimportant, she'll have a new one in a few minutes. She's not a muggle, well not a full muggle. In her world, they had a race that could travel between realities. They usually went to universes of fiction, such as movies or TV shows. She was, in wizard terms, the muggleborn of her species.
Our protagonist is the Queen of this race. You know, cause every protagonist is either the Chosen One or the Princess. They can't be normal teenagers, or else there wouldn't be a story.
Well, teenager isn't the proper word. She was ancient, only a teenager in appearance. If you looked into her amber eyes, really looked, you would see old age and loss. She had seen things no child ever should, been made into a soldier before she could properly be a child. It was why she looked forward to her adventures in the multiverse, they gave her a chance to reclaim that youth.
A visit to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter is just the vacation she needed. A place full of magic, of mystical creatures, and it was all in a school so she could learn more about it! She already knew so much about mythological creatures, and others of the like, but to go to an actual school was a dream!
The Queen was in her office, lying on one of the couches she had set up for moments like this. She was in the quote unquote Planning Stage of her Travels. Watch it a billion times, learn what could be changed, change it.
She turned to the another person in the room, his arm draping over her shoulders. Thorax was staring at the TV with a cheeky grin, one that she knew would end up with him being smacked upside the head.
"So, it's like if the three of us were wizards and British?" He asked, blue eyes glinting.
A third person snorted before the Queen could strike. The Queen and the man glared at her. She was the Queen's twin sister, the only physical difference being their eye colors. "What? It's the best sum up I've ever heard."
"It's not exactly like that, sis." The Queen reminded, a bit annoyed at the description.
Her sister raised her eyebrow. "Thorax is Ron Weasley, cause he has way too many siblings and he can be a bit clueless all the time." The man shrugged. She had a point. "You're Hermione because you're a muggleborn who can't wait to go to school. Plus, the two of you are dating now so ha." The Queen blushed. She wouldn't dignify that with a response. "And I'm Harry Potter, cause my parents are dead and I have this cool scar on my head."
The Queen shook her head, massaging her temple. The Queen wasn't going to point out the many flaws in her sister's summary. For one, her boyfriend wasn't ginger. The Queen was a muggleborn, but that wasn't enough to make her Hermione. Her sister's parents were dead, but not by saving her from an evil wizard. She didn't get her scar that night either.
Their relationship was complicated, full of little things separating them from the Golden Trio.
Like, though they were twins, the Queen and Darcy did not have the same parents. Darcy was adopted, being taken in after her parent's death. They happened to have the same birthday, and face, so everyone took to calling them twins. The Queen never argued against it. Darcy got her scar fighting a mob boss when she was eight. It was a confusing childhood.
While Thorax did have many siblings (538 at last count), he wasn't ginger nor did he have any desire to be. Thorax was also smart, and impressive. He wasn't human, or wizard or whatever, he was a changeling. Basically, a man who could change his face whenever he wanted. A more reliable thing than Polyjuice. His diet was also something odd, as he mainly ate love from his girlfriend.
And get your mind out of the gutter! He feeds on emotions, mainly that of pure love, like the kind he has with his girlfriend. Geez, this generation.
The Queen stuffed her blue notebook into her bag, one with a bigger-on-the-inside charm.
"And I could go on." Darcy said. "Cause we have so much more in common with them-"
"So are you coming or not?" The Queen asked.
Her sister snorted. "No way are you getting into that much trouble without me." She hopped up from her couch, running over to kneel by her sister. It would be more comfortable.
The Queen grinned, holding out her palms face up. "Ready?"
Thorax grinned, clapping his hand with her's. "Yep."
Darcy took the other hand. "Time to be witches!"
The Queen laughed. "We solemnly swear, we're up to no good."
The words were unneeded, but the trio smiled regardless.
There eyes closed, unable to resist the inviting pull into the Wizard's world.