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Long Before The Order: The Life of Severus Snape by Amandah Leigh

Format: Novella
Chapters: 12
Word Count: 15,156
Status: Abandoned

Rating: 15+
Warnings: No Warnings

Genres: General
Characters: Draco, Harry, Dumbledore, James, Lily, OC, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Snape, Voldemort, Narcissa, Tonks, Lucius

First Published: 10/03/2004
Last Chapter: 10/10/2004
Last Updated: 10/10/2004

Ever wonder about Snape's life pre-Hogwarts? Want more info re: his life once he's part of the order? How did he become a death eater? This fic just gives you another shot of Snape's life in each chapter...

Chapter 6: Unexpected

“Well, you know,” fourteen-year-old Lucius Malfoy was saying, “If you add a bit of that one to this one, it will most definitely explode.” He gestured to two small viles on the table in front of him.

Severus raised his eyebrows. “Is that so? Because according to my calculations once we added the blood of hippogriff to the mix the whole thing became harmless.”

Lucius scowled. “Go on then, if you’re so genius. Try it.”

“I will!” The twelve-year-old exclaimed.

“Severus!” Both boys froze. Ebony! Snape’s Mother! Home early!

“Quick, Lucius, help me clean this up! If she finds we got into it after she told us not to-”

Ebony slipped quietly into the room and stood behind her son.

“Uh, Severus?” said Lucius, staring at his aunt.

“Come on, Lucius!” He was placing potion bottles into their suitcase-like carrying case, carefully but as fast as he could. “Help me get this put away before she sees it!”

“No,” said Ebony, “We wouldn’t want her to see it, would we?”

Slowly Severus swiveled around to face his mother.

“Oh. Hi, Mum. We were were...”

“Just clean it up. Honestly child, I do not know where you got this potions obsession. But I suppose it’s better than being obsessed with the dark arts. Not that you aren't overly excited about that too”

“I like the dark arts!” Exclaimed Lucius, jumping up from his seat. Despite being in only his second year at Hogwarts, he was already nearly as tall as Ebony, who stood about 5’4.

"I know you do," she said, smiling.

"Mum, I like the Dark Arts plenty! And i'm good in that class, in Defense, really I am!" Severus assured her.

"I know that, love. Your marks speak for themselves. Now, let’s put this all away before your father gets home.”

But it was too late. His father was home. No more than ten seconds after the words left her mouth, they heard the front door slam. They froze.

Stalinus Snape entered the dining room. He saw the potions. He saw the child. He saw his wife. And he did nothing. He said not a word. Rather, he slumped into a chair and held out his hand to his wife. In it was a letter.

Ebony took it and began to read out loud:

Mr. and Mrs. Stalinus Snape,

We regret to inform you that on this Tuesday, the Fifteenth of August, your daughter, eighteen-year-old Sarraiah Lucia Snape was killed-”

Horrified, Ebony collapsed into a chair beside her husband, unable to go on.

Lucius took the letter from her and continued:

“Was killed by Muggle-Born Hogwarts graduate Johnny R. Cavedweller. She was shot (using a metal muggle weapon called a “gun”) and despite efforts, muggle healers, called “doctors” were unable to save her. The Ministry of Magic is handling the case, and Cavedweller currently resides in Azkaban. We at the Ministry Security Branch will surely and sincerely miss Sarraiah; a memorial service will be held honoring her this Saturday, the Ninteenth of August. Again, we are terrible sorry to inform you of the death of your loved one, Sarraiah Lucia Snape. Isabella Penswallow, Security Advisor to the Minister.”

Lucius looked at Severus, who seemed to be in shock. He was standing, perfectly still, expressionless still holding a blue potions of some sort in his left hand. Lucius gave the letter back to his Uncle, who crinkled it, then smoothed it out again. Ebony said not a word. The rilence said enough for all of them.

The distraught quartet stayed in the dining room like that for nearly an hour, as Stalinus crinkled the letter, Ebony sobbed, Severus stood, and Lucius watched. Sarraiah was gone. Gone!

Damn Muggles.