The Twisted Tales of Sirietta Potter

- Fueled By Ramen: Panic At The Disco

Sirietta didn't really mind the Malfoy family. Over the last couple months, Draco was like a younger brother to her. He reminded her of the kids at the orphanage. Lost, looking for acceptance, trying to figure himself out.

The Malfoy's weren't bad people. Lucius was strict and cold, Narcissa was quiet and supporting. They weren't the most touchy-feely adults, but they did try their best for their son. Everything they seemed to do was for the betterment of their family. Unfortunately they were blind to the fact that Draco was more emotional that Narcissa and Lucius. He needed praise, acceptance, and love. He would fight for it, for anything for it, because due to their coldness, all he felt was that he wasn't worthy.

When Celestia had met Draco. She introduced herself by the name that Narcissa and Lucius had told her she was. She told him she was Celestia Potter. He was shocked that she was telling him things straight. She wasn't surprised. Lucius seemed like the type to give orders and not explain them or simply avoid telling him something important, but to her being Celestia Potter wasn't important. They could call her by whatever name they wanted. She was still someone whose skin couldn't get rid of her the slime that was on it no matter how much she scrubbed. Even if no one else saw it, she could.

Lucius told her not to tell anyone she was Celestia Potter, that from now on she was Sirietta Lily Snape. Lucius had tried to order her around, but she calmly told him that she didn't mind helping him with whatever it is that he needed her for, but she wasn't someone who he could boss around. He needed to tell her what for, and he needed to treat her with respect, because she was no longer an innocent child. She had seen the world for its chaotic, demonic, broken self. She was not a pure innocent. If he wanted something from her, he would not take it. It would be given, and it would be given only when she knew everything.

Lucius had stopped looking at her like a child. He told her that he couldn't tell her everything now, because he was under an oath that prevented him to do so, and breaking it could harm his family, but he did tell her what he could. That Celestia Potters body wasn't found at Godric's Hollow. That her oldest brother Francis Potter defeat the Dark Lord thanks to his mother's love. The him and her older brother Harry Potter lived with their aunt Petunia and her husband and child, but that Petunia wasn't a fan of her sister or magic. That they don't know how she ended up at the orphanage. They told her that they couldn't tell her much about her past, because they didn't know. That if she pretended to be the daughter of Severus Snape it would lead her down the path of truth. That they would help her get the power she wanted, that they wouldn't ask about her past, and all they wanted from her is to find out the truth, and if   she wanted to help them after knowing the truth. They hoped she would stand by them.

She agreed because after all those years, she could always tell when someone was lying to her.

Lucius Malfoy was actually sincere.

She wanted the truth anyways, So for now if they had any other motives, she didn't care.

"My cousin Sirius Black, he's your god father. The necklace that you're wearing is a Black heirloom. He really adored you, he called you Mini Siri. He named you actually. I can't tell you much about him, but he really cared for you. Him and your other god parent Remus Lupin. Remus has a condition...If he didn't have it, he would have taken in you and the boy's. And Sirius Black was arrested for murdering several people...and betraying your parents." The second Narcissa said it, Celestia knew something wasn't right with the statement. "Despite that, he did love you. He would have definitely raised you if he hadn't...Well you know." Narcissa said a bit awkwardly, but Celestia couldn't get passed that something wasn't right. "He gave you that necklace, and he wanted to gift you with another Black heirloom." Narcissa then paused before opening  a box revealing a silver cross earring with a design that looked like it was enrapt in black vines, and in the center was a silver sapphire, It was only one earring. "He always use to talk about taking you and keeping you. It was a known fact that he would have taken you after your parents passed away."

Celestia wasn't sure how she was supposed to feel. She felt a bit honored, after all it was an heirloom and Narcissa had a look on her face like she didn't want to part with it. She felt happy because she could see a bit of a resemblance between the necklace and the earring, so she wanted to believe that this Sirius person cared for her, loved her even. She felt wary as well, she still had a feeling that something wasn't right. She felt angry that she was stuck with heirlooms and not the person who sounded like he would have protected her from the horrors of her life. She felt fear, that the man who they spoke so fondly of was a man in what seemed to be a wizarding prison for murder. She felt hurt that she was abandoned but not her brothers, and felt anger for that as well. She also felt something she has never felt. Hope. Hope for a better, happier life. She also felt somewhat empty.

Later she would ask Severus Snape if her parents loved her. He would look down at her, without touching her with a fond look on his face. "Your parents loved and cherished you." She didn't sense a lie in the statement, but that only left the question of why she was abandoned, and Severus had no answers for her. He told her she should look for them herself while at Hogwarts. That all her answers were probably there.

She felt that he was trying to push towards something. She didn't sense any type of negative feelings or intents coming off of him. Though she wouldn't be searching for whatever reason that he wanted, but for herself. She needed to know who she was, who she could become, but to know that, she'd need to know where and who she came from. How she ended up in the circumstances that she did. Why she ended up in those circumstances. She was tired of being scared. Tired of being uncertain. She was tired of being broken, so she would fix herself one day at a time.

The truth was a funny thing. Sometimes people didn't even realize that they were lying. They didn't realize the truth always. Draco had left her alone in a compartment to find his friends. It wasn't a vicious thing. Her and Draco were friends, as well as oath bound. They couldn't harm each other physically, and had to keep whatever was said to each other private if asked. They were in a way, each other's secret keeper. Though Draco was so pure and innocent, that she never really told Draco the truth about her past. He was also very touchy. She had to force herself not flinch anytime he hugged her, or grabbed her. She had gotten use to him in the sense that she knew it was him grabbing her, and she could fight a negative reaction. Draco was also very emotional and enjoyed talked and expressing himself to her, especially when he knew she wouldn't tell anyone else, or well couldn't. 

Draco simply had to wear a mask around others, this mask included following his father's orders to the dot. His friends, as he put it, were not people who would respect her privacy. She felt he was trying to protect her a little longer from the scrutiny and the peering eyes of others. She was grateful a bit, she wasn't in a mood to converse.

She could hear the conversations from the hall, "Of course I'll help

you look for your toad, I have to look for the Potters anyways." She could hear a girl say. She didn't have much of an opinion of her brothers at the moment. Severus said they weren't living in an ideal situation either, but she had her from Draco how famous the pair was. Fame was a corrupting thing. She'd observed from afar and then decided on the appropriate action.

The train ride for her was quiet overall. She sat alone in a compartment and she alternated between staring out the window, and rereading her potions book. She was actually very relieved when she finally got off the train. She wasn't sure she enjoyed being so far in the air. 

Though while she was compliant with getting in the flying train. She had to say no to boats. She saw Draco looking for her in the crowd, attempting to be casual about it, but actually being quite obvious about it. She was not getting in that rocking leaking death trap. No, she was not about to survive the orphanage of hell only to die via boat. So she simply snuck into one of the carriages that were attached by rope to winged horses that had a skeletal face, and the wings were similar to a bat wings. She wanted to pet the horses, but she wasn't sure if they were a gentle species. She wanted one. The gave her a sense of ease. Though she couldn't be distracted by the winged horses at the moment. She needed to slip into a carriage. Which was easy enough, one of the winged horses was kept moving its head towards the carriage door, so she took it as a sign and slipped in, sending an uneasy smile towards the winged horse as she got In.

Unfortunately the compartment had people in it, and she was about to get out and turn around when she heard a voice. 

"Where are you going?" One voice asked, it was filled with amusement.

Celestia turned to face the group of students, and saw two twins with dark red haired, though she could easily point out the differences between them by the way they were positioned. She saw a dark haired boy with dread locks, and a dark haired girl, both of which who had beautiful dark skin, who was looking at the twins with exasperation.

"It seemed like it was full here." Celestia simply replied.

"We have room." One twin said. This twin had a light voice, but not light as in soft. It was hard to explain. The twin was slightly shorter than the other twin, and eyes were a light shade of brown.

"For one more." The other twin finished. This twin's voice was a pitch deeper, his eyes were a darker shade of brown.

There were honestly too many men in this room for comfort, but she couldn't show weakness.

"If you don't mind, then thank you." Celestia answered politely, taking a seat near the darker haired girl. 

"We don't mind." One of the twins said, the one with the lighter colored eyes. "Right George?"

"Right Fred." The one with the darker colored eyes grinned. "We enjoy fresh meat with a mischievous side."

"Sneaking into the carriages, brilliant move." Fred grinned.

"Oh leave the first year alone, Fred" The dark haired girl sighed, smiling gently at Celestia. "I'm Angelina Johnson, I'm a third year." Maybe sensing that Celestia was uncomfortable she continued on by saying. "I was a first year once too, and i would have snuck into the the carriages too if I was brave enough."

"Thank you." Celestia replies, saying it because it felt as if that is what she was supposed to say. Outside of the orphanage she hasn't been around this many children before, even if they were older.

"I'm Fred Weasley." One of the boys introduced, she recognized the name from the red haired women named Molly Weasley, who took the Harrison boy away. She wasn't one to prejudge  someone based on their parent's actions, so she waited for the other twin to introduce himself.

"George Weasley, at your service, Madam." George grinned widely, holding a hand out to her, which she just slightly moved away from before looking at the darker haired man in the room, who snorted at George but grinned at her.

"Lee Jordon." Lee introduced, about to offer a hand but suddenly dropping it as if noting it wouldn't be shaken. "Nice to meet you."

She almost introduced herself by the name of Celestia, but she realized. When she was in Hogwarts, she was no longer that. "Sirietta Snape."

"Snape? As in Severus Snape?" Lee gasps, looking over her again. "But you're... you're..."

"Beautiful?" George suggests.

"I was going to say not rude." Lee replies, looking over at his friend with fond amusement, as George's cheeks redden. "But she is cute for a first year."

"None of the first years are ugly." Angelina scolded.

"You haven't seen." George starts.

"Our younger brother Ron." Fred replies.

"An ugly git." George continues.

"That one is." Fred adds grinning. Celestia could feel the carriages start to move, she could only hope for them to arrive quickly.

Sirietta's cheeks slightly turned red, and she wasn't sure which comment she should respond to, so she responded to the Severus Snape comment. "Severus Snape is my father... yes, and I know he isn't the nicest with the students, but he's still my father so I hope you won't imply that he's ugly, or say he's rude around me. After all he did take care of me." Sirietta replies, carefully says, trying not to lie to much. Though she was fond of Severus Snape, he did give her a lot of knowledge and taught her so much.

"Oh of course." Angelina replies, glaring at the boys who had the decency to look sheepish. 

"Sorry." Lee replies, with an awkward grin. "Didn't mean to offend."

"We never mean to offend new friends." Fred says apologetically.

"Friends?" Celestia asks, lifting an eyebrow.

"That's what happens when people bond." George replies wolfishly.

"I'm not sure that's the best idea." Celestia replies frowning at George. This year was meant to find answers, not be distracted.

"Come on." Fred whined playfully, trying to keep a grin off of his face.

"I hear that the houses are very divided here. If I get into Slytherin it wouldn't be in my best interest to talk to Gryffindors, and the same goes for you." Celestia points out, bringing up Slytherin because it is the house she wants to get into.

"Who cares about that stuff." George snorts. "We can always meet in private. I don't believe any house is good or evil. It's individual people. I can't say the Slytherin house is evil, but they're not nice to Gryffindors which is why I'm not friends with any. Though Gryffindors also aren't nice to Slytherin's. It's an endless cycle, that can end with us. So if you're in a different house then we can still be friends. We don't need to be public about it. It's not really anyone's business."

"We're good secret keepers." Fred joked, grinning at her.

She looked at them with unease, but despite it being a joke. She didn't really feel a lie from the statement.

"Alright." Celestia sighed. "I feel like I won't get away from here without answering yes."

She had no idea how right she was, when it came to that statement.