Rowan lets out a groan as she rolls to her side and touches the throbbing left side of her head to only feel a sticky metallic smelling like substance on her fingertips. Through blurry eyes she sees dark blood running down her hand. "Here," a gloomy familiar voice handed Rowan a wet cloth.
Rowan automatically accepts and dabs the cloth to her aching head, wincing as the cloth touches the still bleeding wound. "You didn't have to do that Rowan, I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself," the young boy rebutted.
Rowan's midnight black indigo eyes flash wide open to see a gloomy boy with long, stringy black hair and a straight, unbroken nose. "Severus Snape?" Rowan whispered in disbelief.
"Did father hit you that hard, Rowan?" Severus worriedly said with a frown.
A pain in her stomach causes Rowan to instantly leap to her feet and rush across the dusty floor. Rowan slams the door open, a dirty toilet and sink with mirror loom insight. Unable to reach the toilet, she hovers over the sink. A stream of memories fills Rowan's mind causing her to heave the contents of her entire stomach into the dirty sink.
The painfully heaving leaves a burning sensation in Rowan's nose and throat. Trying to breathe in and out, Rowan finds that the memories of this body settle down, while the memories of her own past life had already faded away like a dream. The only trace remaining of her past life is any relevant past knowledge and information of the future.
Rowan wipes her nose and mouth with her patched sleeve, before turning on the fossette as yellow like water emerges and washes the grimy sink. She glances up to gaze into the grim covered mirror to see long raven unruly hair to her waist so dark that it is tinted indigo. The girl in the mirror is thin with less sharp features than Severus that showcase at present as rather androgynous features.
Rowan grimaces as her firm lips make her seem that much more masculine than she would like. Her midnight black indigo colored eyes flutter sullenly. That should mostly go away with time when she began to physically grow out. However, on the left side of her head, there is a gaping wound that is still faintly bleeding, and that will no doubt leave a scar.
Rowan's eyes flicker at seeing a reflection behind her in the mirror. She turns around to face Severus and finds that she is just a tad taller if not just as slender as her younger twin brother. Feeling the throbbing ache in her head, Rowan says, "Sorry, but what is the exact date today?"
"It's June 11th, 1971. We've on summer break," Severus replied with evident concern.
"Ah, you're right," Rowan wryly answered, and as if in thought glances down at her left arm. Severus frowns at the silence and waits for a reply, but instead, she gently rolls up her sleeve to see a familiar leaf birthmark on her upper wrist.
Reassured, Rowan swiftly rolls the sleeve back down and says, "Why don't I cook us something to eat?"
"Father must have hit your head pretty hard," Severus warily concluded. "There isn't anything in the fridge to eat."
"Hmm, that's right," Rowan faintly murmured as her head feels like it is going to split open as she struggles to recall, where she had hidden twenty pounds away. After a minute, a dizzying image comes to mind and she swiftly scurries back to the previous room.
Rowan kneels onto the dirty, creaky old floor and carefully pries a loose wooden floorboard. With care, she reaches into the opening and pulls out a crumpled up twenty-pound bill. Slamming the board back into place and shoves the twenty pounds into Severus's hand. "Go and buy some food before father comes back," Rowan hastily instructed.
Severus stares at Rowan with disbelief, but a firm shooing motion causes Severus to hurry away. Rowan hurriedly sits back down in the patchy, worn velvet lime green armchair and grabs an old torn phonebook and pencil from the chipped lampstand. She furrows her brows trying to ignore the pounding in her head that continues to throb as she tries to recall everything she can about the world. Ignoring the aching pain in her head, she begins to jot everything she can recall in a rather messy handwriting.
After a minute, Rowan lets out a pained sigh as she messages her temples and flinches at touching the sticky bump on the side of her head. "F*ck!" Rowan roared out loud as if expressing all the bottled-up emotions felt inside.
Taking a deep breath, Rowan glances back down at the messily written timeline. The good news was that nothing relatively eventful would happen during the next seven years from 1971 to 1978 as the secondary characters would all be attending Hogwarts. The bad news is that a whole slew of secondary characters and more will die after 1978 for the following two years until 1981, when the Potter's die and the main storyline begins.
Rowan throws herself back into her seat and winces as her head begins to throb anew. Ignoring the pain, she begins to methodically list the pros and cons to being the twin sister of Severus Snape.
"One, this is clearly not the same H*rry P**ter world as Severus Snape did not have a twin's sister. Secondly, if this is indeed a parallel universe mirroring the books then there is no guarantee that the future will unfold like the books. Thirdly, future information may not necessarily be relevant as there are scarce details for this present time frame. But most importantly, I need to find out exactly, what caused this universe's timeline to go so askew!"
"And that is not mentioning the fact that any changes that are made will destroy the known timeline, which puts me in a paradox to maintain the current existing timeline. To maintain the present known timeline leaves Voldemort as the ruler of the world, but to blatantly ignore it will take away my single advantage and leave me blind. And thusly so, I am right back to where I started," Rowan sighed in frustration, before taking a deep breath to accept her complicated reality.
Stretching gently, Rowan rises to her feet lest her head begins to pound anew as the pain is now a dull ache. She knew from experience that moping about never solved anything. She bravely rolls up her sleeves and searches through the house for a mop and broom. All that she finds is a very old broom and a very stringy, dirty mop, but even so, it was better than nothing.
With a determined expression in her eyes, Rowan begins to sweep and mop the floors. Cleaning though tedious always served to clear her mind. And it was better than sulking in the worn lime green armchair.
- Author: I'm not sure how violent Severus's home truly was, but it must have become quite abusive as he got older for that's how abusive homes typically progress. And from the brief glimpses that we the readers catch from his memories, there is a very real possibility that Eileen was a rather distant mother. I can only imagine that's how she coped with the situation and either abandoned Severus once he got older or simply left her husband and son.
