I don't own Harry Potter. The Muggles and Sarah, I own, unless you recognize the name from Harry Potter. I also created a few students and teachers for my pleasure to give myself something to work with.
italics is either writing or thoughts. it will be specified by context.
"No!" the brunette screamed loudly. "Please! I'll do anything!"
"Get out!" a woman roared angrily. "Get out, you monster! And don't come back!"
"But sweetheart," the man said, looking at his daughter's beating from her step-mother. "Please, give her a chance!"
"No!" the woman screamed loudly. "I gave her a chance! I'm tired of her always causing freakish things to happen around me! get her out of my sight! If I see you one more time in this place after tonight, I will kill you! I may not have brought you into this world, but I will TAKE. YOU. OUT!"
The five-year old sobbed as she ran to her bedroom. She packed her backpack with her most important things – her wallet with her ID, her clothes, a bunch of ramen packets, her glasses, her cosplays that she'd made, and her two comfort objects, a plush snake and a Sound Naruto headband. Within minutes, she was bursting out of her room, her backpack and large duffel bag stuffed to the brim with the things that she'd need, and she raced out into the summer night air, never to see her biological father again or to ask him what her mother had been talking about before.
She was fast asleep, not knowing where she was, or caring. All she knew was that she was alone with no home to return to, nobody to love her, and nobody to comfort her in her time of need or be her friend.
"Why did I have to be a monster?" she sobbed into her sleeping bag, curling up into a tight ball. "Why?"
"Why?" Sarah murmured on the full moon. Animals were attracted to her, and she was able to control them somehow. Suddenly, an owl appeared, carrying a letter.
Meet me at the nearest grocery store in an hour and a half. If we are not to meet there, then the nearest clearing with a deer in it will do. I want to restart something that has long since been thought dead, and I'll need your help to do so.
Harry grinned as the dramatic fanfare began playing as Headmistress McGonagall sat down at the front desk. All of a sudden, words began forming in the clouds.
We will return to haunt you, Queen of Tabbies! Enemies of the Marauders beware, for their successors are gathering! Their Currently Nameless Leader P.S. I will kidnap one teacher as ransom for your cruel actions while a near, dear, and extremely close friend of mine was a student at Hogwarts. Until you issue an apology, I will kidnap who I deem worthy or fit to praise or punish.
The fanfare ended, and the hall was silent. Minerva looked over to Harry, only to find him gone in a wisp of smoke. The students began panicking, all sense of order completely gone.
"You want to what?" Harry asked Snape incredulously. "You want to rebuild the Marauders?"
"Yes," Snape replied curtly. "I've seen how the castle is without the Weasley twins, and I want to go back to being a happy bastard. Thus, until I find my future wife, I will go about following the Marauders footsteps, only it will be all houses that will suffer."
"Okay," Harry grinned. "And I want in as the son of Mr. Prongs of the original marauders. What is my codename going to be?"
"Hunter," Snape replied. "I will need you to meet our next member in a forest for me. If she is not there, keep an eye out for our third member at Hogwarts – she will likely not be sorted into any house."
"You got it. What should I call you?" Harry beamed, and Severus stopped.
"I'll get back to you on that," he replied, and Harry nodded as he went back, pale and wide-eyed.
The Great Hall was alarmed at their next meal by the return of their Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor. Ron was now the Care of Magical Creatures Professor while Hermione taught Arithmancy. Harry, who was eager to get back to prank wars, was forced to wait for the third member of the Marauders, who wasn't ready yet.
"I'm fine," Harry said shakily. "He said that he wanted his gang to be rebuilt. He said he was finishing what my dad started and that all persons, staff included, were in danger of his prank wrath. Nobody is safe, not even… oh god… mommy…"
Harry collapsed, Severus' potions taking effect now that he'd delivered the message. The students were, once again, in a panic. Luckily for the school, it was merely a draught of Living Death, and Harry was fine, with no recollection of the occurrences a few hours later when he awoke.
"Hunter, where are you?" Sarah called out, but there was no reply. An owl swooped in, again carrying a letter, and she opened it.
I apologize for taking Mr. Hunter away from you. I am the leader, and I request your assistance in finding Mr. Hunter once you go to the school he teaches at. You will know him, he is a copy of Mr. Prongs, and you will ensure that you are not to be sorted until I return to school to teach Chemistry. Anon.
"Suit yourself, anonymous leader," Sarah whispered before curling up to go to sleep.
HPHPHPHPHP(Five Years Later)HPHPHPHP
"I was wondering who would teach Defense," Snape sneered. "And who, pray tell, is still standing in the center of the aisle?"
"Ah," she replied curtly. "That is Miss Denning. She is going into her fifth year, and the hat has been unable to sort her."
"Holy crap, eye candy," the teen muttered. He reached out with his mind to hers. I am the leaders of the new marauders. Do not fret, I will pretend to be an ass, but I am fine. I wish for you to join me and Mr. Hunter in our new group.
'I will join the Marauders,' she replied as the hat went onto her head. 'What house are you in?'
'I cannot tell you,' Severus replied silently into her mind. 'Please remain unsorted.'
"I cannot place her," the hat announced at long last, and there was again an uproar from all the houses at this proclamation. Granted, the houses all hated her, but she was also able to do wonderful things that had yet to earn no houses any points, and so nobody was rewarded but her.
"ENOUGH!" he roared angrily, his magic flaring out after so long of disuse. "YOU WILL TREAT HER WITH RESPECT AND WILL NOT HARM HER IN ANY WAY, YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE BASTARDS! I WILL SLAP EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU THAT TRIES TO FATALLY OR PERMANENTLY HARM HER IN DETENTION, OR MY NAME ISN'T SEVERUS SNAPE AND I'M NOT THE POTIONS MASTER OF THIS SCHOOL!"
He could have sworn he heard crickets chirping just after his announcement. He sat down with a dramatic huff and looked at Harry, who was grinning widely.
"This is going to be fun," they grinned maniacally. "All we need now is a final pawn in the chessboard!"
Okay, so this is another Snape romance fanfic, as you can see. Just a warning, it's after the war in this fanfic, and so Snape will be very growing more and more OOC as the fic goes on after a while. Yes, he still has his temper, but she'll be able to combat it quickly after her own kicks in. Who is she? You'll see in time my dear readers, if you continue to grace me with your attention.
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