~~*16 years later*
“Do you have to go?” I whined to my godfather, Severus.
“Ari, you know I have to teach at Hogwarts," he replied.
“I do know that, it’s just, I’ve barely seen you this summer. You’ve been practically living in your Potions Lab,” I complained.
“I know, and I am sorry for that, my darling, but I’ve been busy," he said, looking remorseful.
“You’re telling me,” I muttered, crossing my arms with a frown on my face.
He sighed. “How about the next time we both have a day off, we’ll spend some time together. How does that sound, hmm?”
I uncrossed my arms. “Promise?” I asked, with a child's innocence.
“Cross my heart, and hope to never eat peanut butter," he grinned.
I laughed and threw myself into his arms. “I’ll miss you, Uncle Sev.” I murmured.
“I will miss you, too, my darling," he murmured back.
Suddenly his watch beeped, ruining the moment. We pulled back from the embrace.
“I have to go now. I’ll see you soon." he kissed my forehead and left.
‘See you soon?’ I wondered.
He said we’d spend the day together the next time we had a day off. There’s no way it would be soon.
I sighed at the emptiness of our ‘apartment’, which was inside of Salem. But it was bigger than the dorm room students get.
I’ve gotten used to not seeing him during his time here. I understand that he’s busy, but I wish we could spend some more time together. I just… I don’t know. The problem is, once I reached a certain age, I guess he figured that I didn’t need him as much. He was completely wrong, of course - I love my godfather, and I miss him when he isn’t around.
I suppose now, I should probably introduce myself formally, shouldn’t I? I’m Ariana Selene Destiny Snape, but my real name is Ariana Selene Destiny Potter. I'm 17 years young! My friends call me Mystery. You're probably wondering about the change in last names, aren’t you? Well, the reason and the truth behind that, is because of my twin brother - Harry James Potter.
We were separated as babies when our parents were murdered by a dark wizard, by the name of Voldemort. When Voldemort attacked Harry and I, the curse he tried using on us somehow rebounded, and in turn, killed him, instead. Karma stinks, doesn’t it? However, Harry and I did not escape from the fight without scars to show for it. He got it in one of the most obvious place ever… on his forehead. I, on the other hand, have my scar on the side of my neck - you wouldn’t even know it was there, unless you were either looking for it, or previously knew where it was located.
Since people easily saw Harry’s scar, but not mine, they assumed he was the Chosen One, that the prophecy described. They didn’t know about the second prophecy, which included me (but I’ll go more into that another time). Anyway, Harry became the more important one, with the fame, while I was passed along to my godfather, Severus Snape. The fame doesn’t matter to me, though, and I am thankful that they (Remus Lupin and Professor Albus Dumbledore) took me to Sev, and not to my awful Aunt Petunia’s, where Harry ended up. Because of our separation, Harry doesn’t know about me, and most likely, never will, thanks to that old coot (the man commonly known as Professor Dumbledore).
I suppose that’s enough sob-stories for today, don’t you think so? I should probably start describing myself, for you, so you’ll be able to put a face to the name.
I have velvet-red hair, these luminous green eyes, pink lips, and a slight tan. I have five ear piercings (two on one ear, three on the other). I have one tattoo, which is an infinity sign, and resides on my right wrist. I’m pretty sure Severus knows about them, but I’m not sure. If he does know, he never made a comment about them.
I have three best friends. They are; Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, and Pansy Parkinson. They all go to Hogwarts, though. I have other friends, but those three (or the ‘bronze trio’ as I have been told they are called at their school) are the friends I am closest to.
I go to Salem Institute of Performing Arts for Witches in Sydney, Australia. I’m close to all of the staff here, mostly because I’ve been here since the ‘accident’ (which is what the staff likes to label my parents murder). However, it hasn’t been that bad - the teachers here are kind, and give me more leeway than they do the other students, probably because of my background. It’s a nice perk, at any rate. Our school colors are purple and silver. Our uniforms vary, but as long as it has some form of purple or silver in it, the teachers don’t really care.
School starts back in a week, and I couldn’t be more excited.