A Potion For Everything (Severus Snape x Oc)

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"Rasputin..."

It was a name her classmates gave her when it first happened. When the smoke from the pipe faded. It was odd, the inhabitants of Durmstrang thought. That their new Printsessa carried one. Such a young thing, why would she need it? It was so easily dismissed as something the girl carried from her father. A relentless stress smoker.

It wasn't a hard transition at first. She was introduced to the faculty and students after the Christmas Holiday. When Karkaroff announced he was moving his family perminently into the school. More and more of the faculty was doing the same. As the war lingered on. A precaution.

And so began the harmless living of a child. In a castle as it's playground. And childlike as she was able to be. She used this time to learn. Viola viewed this castle as a temple of knowledge. Every room allowed her introspection to power. And power, was all she needed.

But now. It was too soon. Rules. Stay in the shadows. Don't stay in a room to long. Know the dark places. If you feel it, hide. The visions came without warning. The pipe helped. But Igor was very clear on keeping that a secret. It wasn't time yet.

She would explain it was an accident. But still. An entire classroom saw her do it. The vision was of little conciquence. A prediction of an upcoming Quidditch game. But it was the way of the prediction. Only one other used this method. It's rare. Unheard of even. Say for one man that few even dared to say the name aloud.

It was an odd sort of nickname. Rasputin. It was a better way of saying, unnatural sorcerer. It was a kinder way of saying, from that moment on, she would be feared. Respected. And haunted by her families past. Her true family. The ones who's names have been scratched off the records. Have been purposfully forgotten. And yet, have been idolized by a few behind closed doors.

Cold, would be a word that has a great many new meanings now. And cold, would be the library with the roof caved in that should find herself in at age 11.

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"Rasputin..." He read the page. Over and over. It was the only one that seemed to be disenchanted. They were muggle adoption records. It held her date of birth. What region she came from. Her age when she was adopted. And... Her name. Her... Name... He was actually suprised that printed on the paper. Was Viola. But the last name was scratched out. This wasn't anything magical that hid it. It was just old.

There was a, relief in knowing she was real. At least the small amount that he did know. It explained a bit. Karkaroff was mad. And now. On the run. Ever since the dark lord returned. Which.. is probably how Voldemort found her. Poor thing. Severus wondered. Just for a moment. If she had a choice. But then again. So did he when the time came. And look where he was now.

He looked to the side. The Hookah was gone. She took it. He wasn't suprised. It belonged to her. He sighed. His eyes burned from reading in the low light. Rubbing his face with calloused hands. He looked up. The room seemed unusually still. And he no longer heard the feint laughter of children. How long had it been? How long had he been staring at this one page?

He stood. Feeling the pressure in his bones. When was the last time he had eaten? The blood rushed to his head as he walked towards the door. He felt dizzy and exhausted. Today was too much. No that was wrong. She was too much.

And she knew it. Viola actually spent the day rather well. The sun was. Incredible. As much as she flurished in the cold. No, she absolutly belonged in the cold but the sun! She could lay out here all day. This courtyard was practically abandoned after Sprouts class and after Severus stormed through the hallway with her. So she had it all to herself. She only left when the sun went behind the astronomy tower.