A Potion For Everything (Severus Snape x Oc)

Train

The sun was just starting to blanket itself inside the clouds that thundered with threat of rain over the buildings. Viola arrived at the loading dock of the grand train station at exactly 11:45am. 'Good, I'm not too late.' She thought as she dodged the eye sight of people. Slinking her way through customs and onto the station platform. Muggles were everywhere but so we're the magical. Subtle details made it easy to tell the trained eye which was a witch. She clutched onto her bag. This was.. far to many people.. As she made her way in the exact direction of a brick pylon. Speeding up as she got closer until, what logic would have it, she would run face first into the red brick.

However, logic did not apply here as the figure of Viola melted through the brick and reformed on the other side. Revealing an entire fantastic looking station with the label of 9 3/4 . Adorned with a story book like train that was starting its slow departure out of the station.

The small witch, with no time to spare quickly got on the train caboose, not caring about were to set its bag. She clung to the railing of the deck of the caboose. Watching the population of random people scatter about. Since this was the normal time for this train to be running, there was a mass of parents waving to their children. As was ritual, as was custom. In the later time of year, the train was used for deliveries of both people and goods to various magical destinations. But today it delivered the next generation of young and brilliant minds. So, everyone on the train was of much great concern. Friend or foe. Loyal or blood traitor. Just witches and wizards living out their daily routine. But still, Viola didn't want to be seen by the passengers who already crammed themselves into the other cars of the train, so she stayed on the small porch of the caboose. She had a better view of the scenery from the outside anyway and the cold didn't bother her much. "This is finally happening." She breathed the chilled air. The icy like sting that filled the lungs of the breather invigorated the mind and body. Making her more awake. More alive. "After all these years, it's finally happening." She grinned a frightful Cheshire grin, making hee overly long canine teeth scrape against her lips.

This is it.

Redemption.

"A bit cold out here.. wouldn't you think miss?" A voice came from behind her. She turned. Pulling her hat over her face a bit.

A boy stood there. His clothing was shabby but he was tall. And had a remarkable sense of self... And something else. Something familiar.

"James..." Viola murmered under her breath.

"I'm sorry miss, I didn't quite hear you. The trains a bit loud you see." He spoke to her again. No, she was wrong. It wasn't james. This then could only be one person.

"Harry Potter." She looked up. Letting her face show. She piered over a monocle pair of gold glasses that favored the left eye. She took the hat off and leaned closer to him. He was just her hight. If not a bit taller.

"You look just like your mother. Accept for your hair. That belongs to your father." Viola smiled.

Harry looked at her in shock. And blinked. That was... "Well. I've never heard that one before..." He said.

Viola blinked "Oh dear did I say something wrong..?" She stepped back. Fidgeting nervously.

Harry stepped forward. Closing the door behind him. "Oh goodness no! I'm, I'm sorry. You see. It's usually the other way around. See. I've got. My mother's eyes. And that's what people tend to mention first. Not my hair." He laughed. And Viola sighed. Feeling less nervous.

"Well, in my country. We do not mention eyes. Nor do we look into them unless given permission. Superstition says they may be windows to ones soul. Ones secrets." She smiled shyly. Looking past her partner on the rails. Inches away from the world outside the train. It all seemed so small out here.

"Well. You're welcome to look at mine. I've got nothing interesting to hide. Everyone seems to know my secrets before I do." Harry joined her. Standing next to her. Looking out into the world. Perhaps, she thought, he was feeling the same feeling of freedom she was.

"Köszönöm." She thanked him in her native tongue. Turning her body and leaning on the railing. Looking out just as he did.

There was a pleasant silence between the two. Then he spoke. "you knew my..?"

"No." She looked at him. "No I.. not like some may say they knew your parents." She smiled. She had to think of something. Why would she know the boys parents... Oh yes.. That could work..

"Order of the Phoenix. Came to my country once. Visited the school. Dermstrang. It was in the paper." She looked out again. "It was a brave thing your parents did. I admire them. And all the members. Including one, recently escaped." She nudged the boy and gave a wink.

"You, you know then? That he's."

"As innocence as a puppy." She laughed. "Oh yes. And I hear they are, on the move again." She turned and leaned back. "Trust them." She looked to him. "Trust them as they trust you." There was the sound of a door opening and a girl with untamed frizzy hair came fourth.

"Harry, there you are! Come along we have to change! Oh. I'm sorry." The girl finally noticed Viola. Who shook her head.

"No forgive me. I stole him from you." She motioned for the boy to go with his friends. And he awkwardly made his way to the door. The door was almost closed before his head popped back out.

"I'm sorry miss. I didn't get your name...?" He asked genuinely.

She placed her hat back on her head. "I am invisible to those who have not seen grief. And beauty to those who have. I fly on back of leathery wings. And my call can be an omen good, or bad. What am I?" There was a glint in her eye. And for a moment. A bit of understaning in the boys.

"Right... Thank you, again. For everything." The door closed. And she was alone once again on the platform.

She was so close to him. The boy who vexed her master so. He felt just like him in some way. Were they really that connected? Was this truly the boy who lived? The chosen one? Yes. Perhaps it was. Perhaps.. there was indeed,

Hope