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Slytherin Sisters, Part IThe photograph of the four girls was faded and creased in the right corner.  Eileen had blinked at the time the photo was taken and that was what she was staring at now, her dark eyes blinking while Pandora Lloyd-Jones surreptitiously made bunny ears behind her head.   On the right Brunella MacInness smirked at the camera.  Ethel Carrington took up the left panel of the frame, the one beauty amongst the three plain Janes.  She laughed and waved, her coppery hair blowing in the breeze beneath the spidery script that Eileen had written in the top left corner:  "Slytherin Sisters.  Cornwall, 1954."

She had not looked at this photo in years.  It Slytherin Sisters, Part IIPandora lay the photograph down on the table. The four girls in the picture continued to wave and smile, happy to be young and carefree on a bright spring day. She looked up at Eileen.

"Do you still see Brunella?" Pandora inquired.

"I last saw her about seven years ago. She was travelling to North America to do research for a book on Native American sorcery. She's still there as far as I know."

"She certainly is leading an interesting life," Pandora commented.

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"Your father has had such an interesting career," Eileen told Pandora. The four girls

Part I Chapters:

Chapter I: The Company You KeepWendy's owl from Hogwarts arrived on August 12, 1971 at 8:30 a.m.  She was at the shore cottage with her mother and sister when the large barn owl flew in through the kitchen window.  It was the day after her eleventh birthday.

"It looks like you have a letter, Wendy."  Her mother, Pandora, smiled over her teacup.  Even her sister, Winifred, who never seemed interested in anything she did, looked up from her breakfast.

Wendy ran her fingers over the envelope.  The paper was stiff, creamy vellum.  In elegant script it was addressed to Miss Wendoline Athena Nott, Coral Cottage, Bree-by-the-Sea, U.K.  She gently broke the red wax seal and read Chapter II: Summer's EndSeverus sat on the rusty swing, pushing the dirt on the ground back and forth with his toes.  He stared intently at the gate to the playground.  The gate door had fallen off of its hinge, making the playground more accessible to rats, stray cats and vagrants.  Maybe this wasn't the best meeting place.

He pushed that thought out of his mind.  Of course it was the best meeting place.  It was their place.  He had first found the courage to speak to Lily here, after weeks of watching her from afar.  The image of her flying off of the swing, red hair trailing behind her, then momentarily hovering like a little hummingbird before she gently alit Chapter III: On the Platform"Would you like me to carry those for you, Madam?"  The porter touched his cap and looked at the imposing woman in the dark grey robes.  Walburga frowned.

"Well, I'm certainly not going to carry them, and my son isn't capable."  The porter flushed and waved his wand over Sirius' trunk and the cage containing Isis, the snowy owl.

Sirius watched as his father tipped the porter.  Orion's face was grim.  Who could blame him?  His wife had been in a foul mood ever since the family had stepped out onto Platform 9 ¾.

"Mudbloods,"  Walburga muttered.  "Disgusting.  They have absolutely no sense of propriety.  You would think that you were watchi Chapter IV: First ImpressionsThe Hogwarts Express pulled out of the station with a loud whistle and billowing puffs of steam.  Students leaned out of windows, waving goodbye to their families or hastily jostled each other in the corridor, trying to find seats.

"Follow me, Wendy."  Wendy followed her sister, holding tightly onto Ling, her Siamese cat.   Winifred stopped at one of the middle compartments and slid the door open for Wendy to enter.

Wendy stopped short when she saw Narcissa Black.  Her blonde hair was neatly tied back with a black velvet ribbon.  As usual, her lovely face bore the expression of haughty disdain.  She was with three younger girls whom Wendy d Chapter V: The SortingSeverus could see the glowing yellow lamps of the Hogsmead station in the distance as he sat with his nose pressed against the cool glass of the window. The window had fogged up with the steam of the people squeezed into their tiny compartment. Lily, who had changed into her Hogwarts robes, squeezed his hand in excitement.

"We're almost there, Severus! This is so exciting!"

"Yes!" Severus nodded in agreement. He usually did not get outwardly emotional. Years of living in his parents' house had perfected his ability to keep a low profile and neutral demeanor. However it was impossible to suppress his feelings as he basked in Lily's exu Chapter VI: Friends and FamilyThe din in the Great Hall quieted down as Albus Dumbledore stood up to greet the new First Years. Severus stared at the old man in the violet robes. His hair and beard were silver, but his blue eyes were bright and youthful. He smiled widely at the students.

"Welcome students, new and old to the beginning of another school year at Hogwarts. I would like to start the banquet with a bit of verse from one of my favorite poems."

"Twas brillig, and the slithy toves/Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All Mimsy were the borogoves/And the mome raths outgrabe."

He sat down to enthusiastic applause as plates appeared on the table.

"What the hell Chapter VII: Boy From the North CountryWe hate it when our friends become successful/And if they're Northern, that makes it even worse
And if we can destroy them/You bet your life we will destroy them
If we can hurt them, well, we may as well...
It's really laughable
Ha, ha, ha...

"We Hate it When Our Friends Become Successful"--Morrissey

"I'm a loser/I'm a loser, and I'm not what I appear to be.."

Severus looked up from his book in irritation. He was sitting cross-legged on his bed going over tomorrow's Charms lesson, before being rudely disturbed by Anthony Greengrass, would-be singing sensation. It was half an hour before prefect Lucius Malfoy would knock on their door as Chapter VIII: CheckmateThe White Queen ran diagonally across the chessboard, sword drawn, then stopped several paces before her target, the Red King. She glanced to the right where the Red Queen was waving her sword menacingly. There was nothing that she could do. If the Red Queen made her move to put the White Queen within range, the next move would be the White Queen's and the game would be won. The White Queen slowly turned forward to face the Red King again. She was completely unprepared for the Red Castle which bore down behind her, crushing her beneath a pile of red bricks. Blood spattered over the chessboard before the White Queen disappeared and the

Writings for Aquila-et-Corvus AU (Severus Snape & Evelyn Black)

The FatherThe Father

By Gryffgirl

Evelyn stood quietly at the threshold of the study, watching her husband pore over his books.  She dreaded approaching him, yet saw no other way out of the situation.

"Just tell him.  Stop being such a sodding coward!"  The inner voice had been nagging her for two days, ever since her sister had extended the invitation.

Evelyn did not feel very brave.  Soren's birth had changed their lives in a manner which neither one of them could have forseen.  He had been a surprise.  Severus had not wanted a baby.  Her pregnancy had been marred by quarrels between the two of them which were so hurtful and mentally exhausti In My LifePart I: 1970- Severus is Ten

"Watch this, Sev!" Lily stood by the bank of the muddy river which flowed through Cokeworth. She cupped her hands and scooped up the water. She puffed a short breath over it, looked up at him and smiled. The bright sun illuminated her dark red hair and her green eyes sparkled with happy mischief.

"Guess who I am!" She did a swift pirouette, standing on the toes of her blue trainers. She momentarily lifted up a few inches into the air, scattering the water into droplets as she turned. The droplets momentarily transformed into glittering translucent gems which turned back into water as they hit the ground. Special Gifts
"Hurry up, Daddy!  You're too slow!"

Six-year-old Soren ran down the Hogsmeade street, swinging Allie the stuffed snake by the tail.  Paulo was close on his heels, laughing as he expertly dodged startled pedestrians.  Not far behind, but panting, was Severus.

He stopped and momentarily caught his breath.  He really had to stop smoking altogether.  He had seriously cut down on his habit since Soren was born, but even three a day was leaving him seriously winded when he had to chase after his young son.

Severus surveyed the shops on the street.  They were here at Paulo's behest to b Life LessonsFirst Lesson: Soren is five

Spring had arrived, but the air in Scotland was still cold. Small green shoots were starting to push up through the bare soil and the first crocus bulbs had bloomed under the large tree in the garden behind the house. The birds had returned and were nesting in the trees and the bushes.

It was the bird song which had Soren Snape anxious to explore the trees for nests. A steady rain had kept him indoors for days and he was anxious to see if the eggs had hatched.

"Come outside with me, Daddy! We have to find the nests before Mrs. Tolliver's cat does! Come on!" Soren pulled at his father's sleeve. Severus lo

Individual stories

Practical Potions Eileen squinted out at her backyard as she wrung out the grey, frayed dishcloth. Rain again for the third day in a row. It had soaked her herb garden and formed a huge, rusty pool around the tools which were leaning against the privy wall. Eileen frowned. She had asked Tobias several times to repair the broken gutter pipe. He had gotten so far as to bring the tools outside, then promptly deserted the project. For what? Some bottles of beer, a fight with the next door neighbor—it didn't really matter. The uncollected tools were now rusted and useless and the water from the broken gutter was soaking the privy roof and creating A Spot of LuckSeverus thought that he had arrived early for the Advanced Potions class, only to find that two of the tables had already filled with Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs.  He found a seat at an empty table and surveyed the room.  Not many students qualified to take N.E.W.T. level potions.  He was one of the chosen few who had continued to this level with Professor Slughorn's endorsement.

"You're a natural at potions, Severus!" his Head of House exclaimed as he reviewed his O.W.L. results and approved his sixth year schedule.  "You and Miss Evans were among only four students who achieved an Outstanding on their Potions O.W.L.!"

The mention of Lily's Last Day at the MillAnd did the Countenance Divine,
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here,
Among these dark Satanic Mills?

"Jerusalem"—William Blake

Work in the cotton mill all my life,
I ain't got nothing but a Barlow knife,
And it's hard times in this old mill,
It's hard times in here.

"Hard Times in the Mill"—Traditional folk song

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The late afternoon sky was bright and clear, a mocking contrast to the dim, dark town.  Dull brick row houses were crowded together, blocking the rays of the sun from the gardens, where only weeds seemed to flou Hunting a Gemsbock
Eileen awoke earlier than anyone else. The first thing that she noticed was that she was not in her bed in the Slytherin dorm. Instead of the dark green curtains which enclosed her bed she found herself staring at sea foam green and gold striped wallpaper. She turned her head slowly to the right. Pandora's brown curls and the tip of her nose were visible above the pale green and cream patterned comforter. In the next bed fairy princess Ethel lay motionless, her long coppery hair trailing across the comforter and fanning out over the pillow. The large mountain that was Brunella lay next to her, the comforter rising and falling with her The Big Leather-Bound BookDolores Umbridge yawned and stretched under the thick green and silver comforter. She strained her ears for sound, but the girls' dormitory was silent. She parted the heavy green curtains which surrounded her four-poster bed and surveyed the room. The other beds were empty. Her roommates had already gone to breakfast.

Dolores' gaze rested on the large, long-haired orange cat which was snoozing at the foot of her bed. She swiftly grabbed it by the scruff of the neck and yanked it towards her. The cat made a wild, desperate struggle to elude her grasp, but it was all in vain. He had been declawed and his teeth had been filed down. Res You Don't Know How it FeelsSeverus continued to stare into the fog as the ferry cut through the choppy black water. Dumbledore had insisted that Muggle transportation was less likely to attract attention, which was why he was now standing on the deck of a ferry, exposed to the chilling damp winds that soaked his robes with wet mist and plastered his hair against his face. The inside was no better. Muggles were crammed together on the benches, engaging in inane conversation and giving him curious glances. Better to stay outside.

His stomach clenched and he fought to keep down the bile which he felt rising up into his throat. He suffered from motion sickness and av Carnival Souvenir"Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante,
Had a bad cold, nevertheless
Is known to be the wisest woman in Europe,
With a wicked pack of cards. . ."

"The Waste Land" by T.S. Eliot

"Are we almost there, Daddy?" Petunia's whiny voice echoed in Severus' ears. He slowly opened his eyes and looked sideways. Lily sat in between the two of them in the backseat of the Evans' blue Ford. Petunia was scrunched as far away from the two of them as was physically possible, practically pressing herself against the door. They were all on their way to a traveling carnival which had set up on the outskirts of town.

Severus frowned. He had shut his eyes

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