Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
For the sake of this Fanfiction; Snape is the same age as Lucius, as are James, Sirius, Remus and Pettigrew. Lily is Narcissa's age.
The Hogwarts Express remained exactly as it had been for the past four years; gleaming and red. As approached, Narcissa felt an overwhelming anxiety surging in her stomach. Druella and Cygnus were busy making sure all of the girls posessions made it onto the train (they had a lot of them) and, therefore, did not notice their daughter sneaking away down the platform.
Narcissa had always been inquisitive. Obedient, but inquisitive. And smart.
In her opinion, leaving for Hogwarts was the perfect opportunity for her to sneak away from her parents, if only for a moment, and be the spontaneous girl she's always wanted to be. It gave her a chance to walk in Bella's shoes, if only very mildly. Sneaking away from her parents on a platform with a train that she was hardly likely not to board wasn't exactly rebellious, but Cissy knew it would be enough to annoy her mother but not enough that she'd remember it when she called her daughters back to her at Christmas break. The moment of freedom made Cissy happy and, as she wondered up the platform, she let her senses explore.
She could see children milling around her, excited and anxious at the same time. There were older students, already dressed in their Hogwarts robes, who didn't so much as glance at the small eleven year old as she passed them, and there were parents calling out their childrens names. Apparently, Narcissa wasn't the only one who had decided to wander out of her parents eye line. There were porters walking up and down, calling out how long people had before they should get onto the train. Cissy didn't listen. No doubt someone would usher her on, if she became too absorbed in her surroundings. The platform didn't smell very nice. It smelt like smoke, mainly and there were no doughnut stands or coffee stands, as there usually were on Muggle train platforms. Cissy knew, from Andy and Bella's recollections, that she would get fed on the train, but she hadn't had breakfast, due to her nerves, and her stomach rumbled uncomfortably. She could hear shouting and laughter and screams and the hoot of the Trains horn. She could also hear music and, when she turned around, she saw what much have been a Sixth or Seventh year playing an odd looking horn which even Cissy, a pure-blood witch from one of the oldest branches of Magic, could not name.
"Pretty weird, isn't it?" A slow, droning voice came from behind her. She turned swiftly and when she saw the boys face, his expression was one of somebody spitting. "You whipped me with your hair."
"You should learn not to stand so close to a lady." Cissy said, indignantly taking a step back. As she did so, the boy eagerly stepped forwards. "You're terribly rude." She scolded and the boy looked hurt. He didn't step back.
"Whats your name?"
"Lady Narcissa Elladora Black." She said, slipping into a slight courtsey the way she'd always been taught too. She watched the boys eyebrows shoot up and wished she'd not done it. "And yours?"
"Severus Tobias Snape" He said and bowed slightly. Cissy's eyebrows furrowed, her brow creasing. Was the boy- Severus- teasing her? However, when he straightened up, his eyes were serious as ever. He wasn't smirking. He looked at her with a mild, polite expression and Cissy found herself immediately curious about him, finally taking in his entire appearance.
He didn't smell, though he looked as if he ought too. His black hair was slick and shiny, his eyes dull. The clothes he wore were too short and too tight. It was only now that Cissy realized he must be older than her.
"How old are you, Severus Tobias Snape?" She asked, primly.
"Twelve. Nearly Thirteen. You?"
"Eleven. I'll be twelve on the sixteenth of September, though."
"Oh, so you're a first year." When he said that, Cissy expected him to turn his pointed little nose up at her and slither away, unwilling to be seen in the presence of a scrawny little eleven year old. He didn't so much as edge away. Instead, he stood exactly as he was, his hands thrust deep into his pockets, his shoulders slouched. What an odd pair they would look, she thought. Her, pale skin and hair contrasting against her dark dress. Him, dark hair and clothes contrasting against his pale skin. Well, perhaps they did look a little alike from a distance, but when one got closer, one would see their differences. Narcissa stood still, her hands crossed in front of her, her heels at almost perfect right angles to each other while Severus slumped, tiredly. It occurred to Cissy then that he reminded her a little of a vulture. The thought made her pull an unpleasant face.
"It's not so bad, being a first year." He said, obviously taking her expression as one of distaste for her age. "I was one last year."
I'd already worked that out for myself, thank you.
She didn't say it, but the temptation was there.
They stood in silence for a while and Cissy began to sway too and fro slightly, for awkwardness. It was then that she realized she was still carrying Mistress Cissy and her cheeks began to burn red. She hoped he hadn't noticed, but when she glanced up at him between her eyelashes, she saw the smirk on his face, his eyes on the doll. Quickly, she tried to hide it behind her back.
"Don't snigger at me." Cissy said, her voice suddenly hard. Severus' smirk disappeared and he rapidly tried to defend himself.
"Liar. You, Severus Tobias Snape, are a liar and a nasty boy." Cissy said, before running off down the platform, trying her hardest not to sob. We do not cry.
She knew she'd let her temper get the better of her. For a moment, she'd been more Bella than Cissy, but she didn't care. Who was Severus Tobias Snape to call her out? To laugh at her doll? To..to smirk at her? Rage bubbled inside her, along with the early stages of something she was too young to recognize but would someday come to fear above all else.