━ 𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐥;
Anastasia Lupin-Black was never aware of her ulterior self. You see, she's adopted just like her other two siblings. Anastasia Lupin-Black was just a cover-up for who she truly was. For who was hidden beneath all the lies and enchant...
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN ☼ ▕ Training, Birthday shenanigans, and Valentines ▏
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cw; mention and use of needles/ underage drinking.
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Snape pointedhiswand at her once again making Anastasia roll her eyes. For the past hour, he has been trying to get anything new besides her will of making lighting and thunder happen.
"You will try again. No nonverbal magic this time." He narrowed his eyes and cast a spell. She disobeyed his rules and cast a nonverbal protection spell. Truth be told she shouldn't know how to cast it yet, but that was the least of Snape's concerns.
She sighed, clearly annoyed. "What am I supposed to do?! You talk all high and mighty about how you know all about my power yet you don't know what the hell I have to do? How do you even know what I am? I don't even know what I am."
Snape finally tucked away his wand back into the pocket of his long black robes. He walked over and began organizing a few ingredients.
"Your aunt," Snape finally answered. "Your aunt went to school when I was in school. I knew her and your biological father. She . . . she was just like you."
"What do you mean just like me?" Her voice was barely above a whisper yet he heard everything she said.
"I mean just like you, Lupin-Black. Your powers aren't something that just appeared when you were born. They were inherited," Snape explained. "You see, the powers are transferred through women, on your biological father's side specifically. Meaning your grandmother, great-grandmother, they all had them."
Anastasia folded her arms together. She watched his expression as he continued his task in organizing. Snape wasn't her favorite teacher, that was common knowledge for many, but she couldn't help seeing the regret in his eyes as he explained.
She desperately wanted to know more. Her whole life she got the same story over and over again. 'Your parents were killed by Death Eaters. You were sent to a muggle orphanage and a lady named Clara Couture looked after her since she was the only one with knowledge of what she really was.' Then the story stopped there.
"My dad—my biological dad and his sister attended Hogwarts . . . with you?" Snape nodded his head, finally making eye contact with the confused girl. "but that means that they attended when dad and father were here . . ."
"That is correct," Snape drawled.
Anastasia sat on a stool and leaned her elbows on the table in front of her. She became more interested in the topic quickly. "What house were they in? What about my mother?"
"Dumbledore wouldn't want me saying—"
"Professor, please. Nobody but you will tell me anything. I promise I won't repeat anything you tell me." Her eyes pleading looked at him. He couldn't help but see her aunt, she was the spitting image of her. The hair, eyes, smile.
