Mosag Snape and the Sorcerer's Stone

Diagon Alley

AN: It was my birthday on the 15th! I'm nineteen now, which makes this my last year as a teenager. So, as a present to myself, here is some agony and pain!
...well, not much, more of a fluff chapter this is.
==MSSS==

It was the 1st of August. Harry turned eleven yesterday. From what I understand, I'm turning twelve in two months, which made me the oldest out of the Golden Trio.

I was in the Snape living room, looking over my enchanted journal, the one where the words became mixed up and jumbled when anyone else tried to read it. The living room had dark wooden furniture that I'm a little surprised two teachers could afford, and some dark green walls. Ariana was in the kitchen, working on lunch before our trip to Diagon Alley.

She was wearing a deep blue poncho sake shirt, khakis, and black heels. She looked out of place, with her somewhat bright colors amidst the dark green of the kitchen walls. Turns out she was an elementary school teacher and had been mine for one year. That had to be fun for Mosag, especially since Snape would be her teacher for the next six years.

I was still in my pajamas, not really seeing a reason to get dressed before lunch. I brushed my fingers into the blonde hair, trying to get used to it. What? It's only been blonde a handful of times! My journal was being filled with the new information, both from Mosag's diary and my experience the past week.

No such news or letters from my sister or husband, but radio silence was expected until we met up at Hogwarts. Oh, I couldn't wait to find my friends. What kind of life did Darcy have? Was she a muggleborn, half blood, or pure blood? It wouldn't matter to me, but I was still curious. What about Thorax, what kind of wizard was he? Or...was he a wizard at all?

My inner musings were cut off when someone's heavy footsteps came down the stairs. With the only other grownup in the kitchen, it wasn't that hard to figure out who was coming down.

He was tall (they were always taller in person), though for an eleven year old every grown up was tall. He had a square head, with a slightly pointed chin. We had the same nose, though his cheekbones weren't as defined as Ariana's. His eyes were dark brown, nearly black. His hair was shoulder length, and I believed it to be the same shade as a raven's wing. My original hair color back in my world, don't know why I couldn't have black hair this time around. He had pale skin, though it wasn't sunken like it had been in the books.

Severus Snape was already in his black robes. After a week of living in his house, I discovered he never wore anything else. I also knew he rarely came down from his study for anything, and that I wasn't allowed inside. (A memory had popped up of a younger me hearing about how I had stolen some of his potion vials)

"Good morning, Severus." Ariana said. She used her wand (cypress, 10", core of dragonheart string) to clean the dishes she had finished with. She was apparently making sandwiches. Her cooking was good.

I smiled over my journal. Severus smiled back, though it wasn't very strong. "Morning Dad."

'That's, what, the thirteenth time I've called him Dad outloud? I'll be thankful when I can call him Professor Snape instead. It's always weird when I call a character Dad.' I thought, going back to my journal.

"Good Morning, Ariana, Mosag." Snape said curtly, walking to the kitchen. It wasn't for food, he went straight towards Ariana.

I kept an ear out, recognizing his body language. It was of a man who had a task, and something was keeping him from performing it. Ariana didn't seem phased, as her face set into 'well what's happening is happening, so no use arguing over it with me'.

And as an only child with no friends to talk to, this was my only entertainment.

"Have you given thought to what we discussed last night?" Snape asked his wife, voice strained as if they'd had this argument for twenty minutes.