Luck is when magic helps you in keeping promises
Once everything is stored away safely, Severus opens his eyes again.
He needs to tidy up and clean the living room and then he should probably eat something.
He knows he should do it the muggle way, because it will take longer and give him something to do. But he is exhausted. A few flics with his wand everything is as it was before he invited Hades.
Well, almost. A piece of paper was still stuck inside the book Hades had read last. It makes a crunching noise when the book flies back in its place on the bookshelf. The sound echoes in the quiet of the room.
Severus walks towards it. Pulling the book from the shelf, it’s on leglimancy. The child had chosen several books on mind magic while he had been here, Severus remembers. He hadn’t really thought a lot about it, he had learned the ground structure to protect his mind from his mother before Hogwarts.
Now, Severus does think about it. He’s not worried by the choice of book. He knows the child had read the books on occlumency first and more importantly…
“Our minds are connected.”
Twins. Magical twins
“Because of the war neither of our parents had informed my relatives of her existence, so they never looked for her.”
And
“Anyway, he was gone and the wards on the house they had stayed at fell, which lead to the muggles finding her and putting her in the foster system.”
The foster system. The muggles had put her in the foster system. There was a magical child, a young girl, left in the muggle foster system.
Severus knows he should occlude, distance himself from the memories and clear his mind as it was still shaken by all the instances that had reminded him of his own childhood.
But he doesn’t. He remembers Emma Baker, a small Slytherin fourth year, who never came back after the summer holidays 1983. She had always kept to the shadows. She had been a Muggleborn. And she had been killed. Suicided was what the report he had found said. It was the year he had began to insist on full health scans for all his snakes.
He remembers Sebastian Lane, a second year Slytherin, who never came back after the summer holidays 1986. He had been clever. He had made friends. He had been a half-blood. He had been good in school. And he had died. Suicided the report said, and it was.
He remembers Sue or similar, who Lilly had told him about. A Huffelpuff, muggleborn, in the year below them. Who never came back after the summer holidays. It was there fourth year. It would have been her third. Lily had told him, how everyone said it wasn’t the dark. How everyone said she had been an orphan in some orphanage. That the Professor had said she had died and her friends were told the report said suicide.
He needs to find her. Her brother already had the possibility to die in the abused home house he lived in. But the girl didn’t have to. She was in the foster system; therefore, she was an orphan that could be adopted. He just needed to find her and then find someone in the wixen world who would take her in.
But first he needed to find her. Putting the book back into the bookcase it crunched again. Right the paper.
Taking the book out again. Severus focused on breathing. And occluding. He was thinking way to Gryffindor. Again. He must have breathed to many potion fumes.
Opening the book, he takes out the paper and puts the book back in the bookcase. This time without any crunching noise. Good.
He looks down at the paper. It’s muggle. There is writing on it in print. Carefully he unfolds it. It’s a notice he realises. It even has a few holes at the edges where pins most likely had it stuck to a notice board.
A snort is heard in the quiet room.