Primrose Evlan Snape (new version)

Dibberblimps.

Two nights later and I could still replay the whole scene piece by piece in my mind. I had so hoped for answers that night. Waiting, I was fed up of it but the most frustrating, hair pulling thing about it was that I was still uncertain if it were true but if everyone was being secretive about it, so the only logically assumption would be that it was.

"Hey Prim!" Drew's voice rang bringing me from my thoughts, I tore my eyes from the page I was reading and placed my hand between the pages keeping my place.

"Oh hey Drew" I greeted him with a small smile.

"Have you been in the library all this time?" He laughed looking through the books that surrounded me on the table. There's was many from family trees to spell books.

"Well yes needed to do some research," I explained taking the piece of parchment he had picked up from his hand.

"It's always studying with you," he chuckled, "you should've chosen that Granger girl as your friend, spend all day in the library, bet it sounds like heaven to you."

"Something like that." I responded with a light laugh.

"Well I'll just go get a new friend," he said before turning to walk away.

"What?!" I replied in shock raising from my seat ready to chase after him.

"Merlin Prim relax" he said spinning back round to face me, "wouldn't leave you even if you begged."

"Strange that I actually believe that."

"So tell me the reason of your binge reading?"

"Binge what?"

"Reading, the reason that you've cut out all civilisation and wrapped yourself in the world of fiction and non-fiction."

"Sometimes books just help and sometimes they don't." I breathed

"Do you know what helps me when I'm down searching for dimmerlimps"

"Oh Drew I'm so sorry was that today?"

"Yes it is, days still young." He replied as he started to arrange the books on the table into a neat pile.

"Let me just put these book back and we'll go." I said picking up the beat pile he had just made.

"No need to rush for me."

Halfway into our walk to the Black Lake, Drew broke the silence that filled the air between us. "If you want to talk about what happened at Halloween I'm always here you know?"

"I know" I replied unable to mask the uncertainty in my voice. "It's just I've never had anyone to share things with. Before I mean...it was...well it was never really an opinion for me."

"Well you do now." The smile he wore was infectious filled with a mixture of promise and hope, just looking at him I felt the sides of my lips move upwards slightly, the feeling still felt foreign even after these few months.

The few weeks I spent at Snape's house I didn't have an opportunity to smile, there was no need to smile even he didn't seem to do such a thing, therefore I figured smiling was just a thing you did when extremely happy. It was strange to think I was the reason for this sandy haired boy's happiness.

Moments later we arrived at the

"My father was a Death Eater, I'm sure you know what they are?" I nodded my eyes wide in shock, the man I had meet that day was nothing like the horror I had imagined a Death Eater would be like.

"But how, I mean your Dad he seemed so nice when I met him-"

"Oh no Prim that's not my father," he interrupted shaking his head with a light chuckle, "he's my step-dad, my mother's husband."

"Oh! But I thought..."

"It's okay it doesn't offend me," he reassured keeping a steady pace beside me, "if anything I wish he was my real father."

"Why is that?" I asked without thinking. "Sorry you don't need to tell me, father always says its best to not ask too many questions unless they are truly needed otherwise silence is the keep to a good existence."

"He sounds like a right nutter but then who isn't?" "I don't mind you asking questions by the way in fact I like when we talk."

"You do? Well then why, why don't do you wish your step-father was your real one."

He signed as if needing all the air he could muster just for this.

"My mum and father were raised surrounded with pure-blood prejudices, and with it they had to uphold certain traditions..." He paused as we approached closer to the lake, "basically their parents, my grandparents, arraigned for them to wed each other, and that's exactly what happened, they were happy together, until my father became a deatheater that is."

"Why?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.

"She didn't believe all the stuff they fed her, she also had developed feelings for my dad at school-"

"So he's a-"

"Blood traitor, he's pureblood but he was raised in a completely different way from my mum you see, I don't know much of what happened really, all I know is my mum left my father for my dad and she's be happy ever since." He explained picking a stone from the ground and throwing it into the water. "Annie however is quite fond of father, believes my mum is in the wrong, I don't know about her sometimes." He breathed.

"I thought my life was complicated," I replied looking out into the distance to where the water met the sky in a never ending stretch of blue.

"Everyone's life is complicated, just some get more help provided than others do." He turned away from the water and looked at me dead in the eye, "there's no merpeople about, we'll need to come back another time."

"What?" I asked confusion finding me again.

He smiled before putting his hand through his hair, "to find dabberblimps of course."