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September 16th, 1976. Potions classroom, taught by Professor Slughorn. 

It wasn't as if Severus disliked the lesson itself, far from it, they were making Draught of Living Death this year, and Severus couldn't help but internally scoff at the instructions listed in their textbooks. You were meant to crush the Sopophorous beans, not cut them. 

The teen didn't honestly care for how ignorant the textbooks could be, preferring to correct the instructions in the margin. He didn't know why, it simply frustrated him that they'd gotten such basic things incorrect. He huffs, going back to stirring quietly, watching the infusion closely to ensure it was coming out correctly. He always finished early in this class, finally refocusing into the world around him. 

His hand brushed against the spine of a book that didn't belong to him, and he glanced down with furrowed brows. Who the hell-?

Severus scowled at the sight of the person next to him. He didn't need a desk partner, hell he hadn't even noticed the boy before now. He scoffs, contemplating pleading with Slughorn to allow him to work alone. The boy was dressed strangely. The deep vermilion jacket he wore, that had a pretty cerulean blue inner lining, along with the soft violet sweater vest were not typical Hogwarts attire. 

Severus wracked his brain, knowing he'd seen this specific school uniform before. He couldn't quite place where, but it was most certainly foreign. He paused and stared in absolute confusion and shock as the boy went to put even more wormwood into the mixture. He caught his hand before he could, that would have been an excess amount because Severus had seen him put the correct amount in just moments before. He scowled up at the boy, pausing momentarily when they met eyes. What strange eyes…

Severus shook off his stupor, sneering at the other boy. “Are you daft? You've already put wormwood into it.” He scoffs. Truly, what an imbecile. The other boy had soft black gloves on, the material feeling like velvet. 

The boy blinked, scratching at his lightly stubbled jaw as he glanced at his potion. “Oh. I have, haven't I?” He huffs a soft laugh, foreign accent light and whisper-soft on each vowel. “Apologies, I'm rather… Forgetful.” He gave Severus a soft smile, continuing on with his potion. 

Not even five minutes later, Severus had to stop him once more. Merlin's beard, this man truly was daft. Who puts nightshade in Draught of Living Death?! 

“I thought-.... I had thought it was lavender.” Was all the boy had to say for himself, Severus staring at him blankly. What an idiot. He wasn't too fond of the idea of this boy accidentally causing an explosion, or worse, so he helped him. Albeit he was rude the entire time. 

The peach-haired boy had no qualms with this. In fact, he seemed rather fascinated by what Severus was explaining. Those mismatched eyes were trained on Severus' hands, watching as he worked. It was almost a bit unnerving, the way he stared unblinkingly for several long moments. Severus ignored him.

Slughorn was rather pleased with the both of them, brows raised as he patted Severus on the shoulder proudly. “Astounding as always, Severus.” He said, moving to the next pair. The boy had yet to look away from Severus. He was strange looking, with scars running down his cheek and over his right eye, which was a deep brown colour with green near the bottom of his iris. He had another rather large scar running the bridge of his nose and across his left cheek, where his misty blue eye resided. So very strange. 

Severus packed his things away, moving to leave the classroom and attempt to avoid Potter and Black, whom he knew would be looking for any chance to provoke him. Severus was stopped in the hall by a large hand settling onto his shoulder. He bristled immediately, thinking it was one of the nasty twats he'd been thinking of. He wasn't any more pleased to see the peach-haired boy from before beaming down at him.

“Thanks for the help today, you really saved my hide back there.” He stated, tipping his head to the side. “I'm Effie, by the way. I'm assuming we'll be partners for the rest of the year, so might as well introduce myself.” He chuckled. 

Severus rolled his eyes, huffing under his breath as he turned and walked away without another word. What a strange boy. Severus could only hope he wouldn't have to deal with him for longer than was necessary in class.

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Did the Gods hate him? That's all Severus could reason as the boy from earlier bounded toward him in the courtyard later in the day. He had half a mind to draw his wand, but thought better of it. The boy didn't seem to pose a threat, as of right now, he was honestly just a nuisance. 

Severus turned and began making his way back toward the castle. Surely this persistent pest would leave him alone once he realized Severus wanted nothing to do with him. He'd been wrong, of course. The boy, Effie, had simply followed him.

“You walk fast for someone so lanky.” Effie joked, tipping his head to the side and clasping his hands behind his back near coyly. Strangely enough, Severus found Effie rather unnerving.

He was almost… too nice. Like it was a front. That intrigued Severus a little, and he cursed his morbid curiosity before stamping it down harshly. “I move fast when I wish to avoid someone.” He stated bluntly. 

Effie only snickered, unbothered by the snippy words and attitude. “You're a fun one.” He grinned, narrowing his eyes at Severus just slightly. “Would you rather I leave you alone?”

Severus blinked. “Would you, if I asked?” He scoffed, rolling his eyes. He already knew where this was going. He didn't have time for this prick today. 

He made to walk away, but Effie stepped in front of him with that infuriating grin once more. “I would, for a price.”

Severus scowled at him.

The peach-haired boy snorted softly, glancing to the side briefly. “I'll leave you alone for the rest of the day, if you help me with potions class again tomorrow.”

That was it? Surely not. But Effie seemed near too sincere. Severus didn't detect any lies in his words, or in his demeanor. He sighs heavily, giving a curt and reluctant nod. 

“Excellent! See you tomorrow, new friend!” He beamed, smile wide and teeth on full display as he waved back at Severus. Why had he agreed again? He was already regretting it. He quickly started walking down the hall to catch his next class, knowing he'd be a few minutes early to charms but he'd rather that than accidentally run into Potter and his posse.

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September 17th, 1976. Once more, Slughorn’s class.

“No- no no, not yet.” Severus sighed, catching Effie's hand before he could drop the mistletoe berries into the cauldron too early. Effie had his hair tied up today, using a silver hair stick to keep it in place. Severus had noticed the scars that resided on the nape of the boy's neck upon first glance, choosing not to dwell on it. 

“You're very intelligent, Severus.” Effie hummed, watching the aforementioned boy. Severus scowled, Slughorn had referred to him by name yesterday, and Effie had picked it up. When asked why he didn't just call him by name before, he'd answered “I wanted to see if you'd tell me yourself”. 

Severus was a little irritated with that answer, but he could understand the logic behind it. “Okay, put them in now and stir counter-clockwise.” He sighed, releasing his hand. Effie did as instructed, leaning a tad too close to his cauldron. Severus had to gently push him back away from it, lest he singe off his eyebrows if it decided to be temperamental. 

“Your sleeves are rolled down.” The peach-haired boy observed, eyes flicking to Severus' forearm. 

The boy in question stiffened, missing the twitch of Effie's hand as he noticed the change in his posture. “I get cold easily. Besides, you should be focusing on your work, not me.” He grumbled, glaring at Effie. 

He sighed, pouting as he continued to stir. The lesson went on like that, with Severus instructing him and Effie listening intently. He executed the potion almost perfectly, but he'd accidentally stirred a minute longer than he should. It wasn't a drastic change, and it didn't affect the potion much in all honesty. 

Slughorn seemed pleased. Severus' nape prickled with the feeling of being watched. He didn't have to look back to know who exactly was watching him. He would have been hexed, was it not for Effie stepping behind him to grab something off his side of the desk. Severus didn't know what happened, but judging by the fact that Effie had no reaction, he must not have been hit. 

“Do you have any concept of personal space?” He growled under his breath, jerking when Effie accidentally brushed against him.

“I do, but I didn't notice it made you uncomfortable. Sorry.” He gives him a sheepish smile, and Severus rolls his eyes. What an idiot. He can't believe he's giving him the time of day, in all honesty. 

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The Great Hall was busy during meals, Severus knew this. He was obligated to be there, sitting at Slytherin table and pretending to be interested in whatever Mulciber was rambling about. He couldn't care less, he didn't honestly like these blood purist pricks, never has. He had considered joining whatever group they were always whispering about, especially after Lily had left him (his own fault he knows, but it still hurts). One meeting with Bellatrix and Lucius and his decision was made. Even if he didn't verbalize it, and instead chose to step around the question when asked. 

It was a cult. He was smart enough to see that. And he wasn't fond of their… methods. 

Still, if he didn't at least attempt to be interested, he was afraid of how they'd react. His housemates could be quite… aggressive. 

Severus glances up at the rustle of fabric, startling slightly to see Effie standing there, simply staring at him and waiting to be noticed. He'd changed out of those other robes it would seem, donning an earthy sweater and bell-bottom denim.

Severus scowls, resoundingly ignoring him. Up until Effie speaks.

“Severus.” He states, strangely serious. It makes Severus glance at him, prompting Effie to continue. “I have a proposition for you.” He said. 

Severus blinked, confused and more than a little weary. He'd observed Effie in their short time around each other, and he'd come to three conclusions. 

Number one, Effie was terrible at potions. 

Number two, he was exceedingly unsettling at times. 

Number three, everything had a give and take with him. 

“Nothin' too serious, don't look at me like that.” He snorts, opening his mouth to continue when Severus hears the one thing he'd been dreading since he came back to this godforsaken school.

“Oi, Snivvy! Trying to coerce some poor soul into your group of purists?” Sirius Black shouts, walking up beside James, Remus and Peter trailing not too far behind them. 

“You might want to steer clear of this one mate, he's trouble. Not to mention the smell.” James makes a fake wince, clapping Effie on the shoulder. 

Severus sees the boy's hand twitch, he's still wearing those strange black gloves. Effie smiles, slow, tilting his head down at James. 

“Oh, yes? And you are…” 

“I'm so very glad you asked, I'm James, James Potter. This here is Sirius Black, that's Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew behind him. We could show you around, teach you the ways of a Gryffindor.” He proclaims proudly. 

Effie brushes his hand off, a tad aggressively. “Oh, I'd rather you didn't actually. You have terribly bad breath.”

Severus couldn't help but snort, quietly attempting to hide it as James scowled at him. Effie turned back to him, expression much softer than moments before. “Severus? You comin' with me?” He asks, raising a brow quizzically. 

As much as he dislikes Effie, he'd rather deal with him than these twats. So, he nods, standing and walking beside Effie as they exit the Great Hall. 

“So, where are you taking me?” He couldn't help but be a bit genuinely curious, even if the question was laced with suspicion.

“Oh! Right, the proposition.” Effie stopped, turning to Severus with an excited expression. “We're going to the forbidden forest!”

A long moment passes with silence.

“What.”

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(Pov swap: Remus Lupin)

Remus didn't know what to make of this boy. He'd never met him before, and Remus found that there was something… Strange about him. Something that made Remus' instincts flare.

He was a new transfer student, Remus knew this, and the minute he locked eyes with Remus, the latter stiffened. He didn't know why, but he felt as if this boy was peering directly into his soul. 

“-terribly bad breath.” Severus snorted, it was soft and startled, and he attempted to hide it quickly. Remus blinked, watching as the unusual pair made their way out of the great hall. Remus wondered for a moment if he should follow after them. Surely whatever Severus and the new student were going to do would be much more intriguing than whatever Sirius and James looked to be cooking up. 

Remus sighs, turning back into the conversation. “There's no way that student is friends with Snivellus willingly.” Sirius grumbles under his breath, chewing on his thumb nail.

James hummed in acknowledgement, Peter’s eyes flicking between the two as they spoke. “That slimey snake probably already brainwashed him.”

Remus blinked, following his friends back over to Gryffindor table. They truly, genuinely sounded mental. And he said as much. “You two are unhealthily obsessed with Snape and what he does.” Remus huffs, leaning on his hand and blinking slowly.

He was getting tired of the juvenile ‘pranks’ and jokes his friends enjoyed playing. They weren't funny, and it took Remus until now to realize how genuinely harmful they are. Not that he'd say anything to them, of course. It'd only end in an argument about how Snape “deserved it”. 

“We could send him a warning.” Sirius suggests darkly, smirking as he leans over into James' space.

The boy nods, humming his agreement. “Agreed. I can't have any part in it, of course, I promised Lily.” James sighs wistfully. 

“And Remus is a prefect, not that you'd join in anyway, huh Moony?” Peter pipes up, grinning playfully at his friend. 

Remus gives him a smile in return, but it's terribly fake and it shows. Once again, Remus' thoughts drifted back to that boy from before. He wondered how close he and Snape were, and he wondered where he'd be able to find them.

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Still September 17th, 1976. The forbidden forest.

Severus didn't want to be saddled with this dimwit. He didn't understand why Effie had insisted on dragging him along. “This better be worth my time.” He grumbles under his breath. 

Effie snorts, looking back at his new found friend with a sweet smile. “Oh, trust me, it will be.” He pauses for a moment, looking up at the moon. It was waning to the left, shadows engulfing the right side, making the night sky look like it was smiling.

Severus watched Effie instead. Glaring at the side of his head and wondering if he could slip away without Effie noticing. He took a step back. He quickly learned that option wasn't viable because when he took a near silent step back, Effie grabbed his wrist. 

“You'd do well to not run away.” He said slowly, still watching the moon. Wait- no, his eyes were focused on something just slightly lower. 

Severus followed his line of sight, squinting at the glimmer of… feathers? There was movement up in the tree, and the Slytherin students' breath hitched at the sight of the animal.

An Occamy. 

A creature with a serpentine body, but the head of a bird, with big beautiful purple wings. It was a deep blue and turquoise colour, preening its feathers quietly. Severus couldn't help but think it was beautiful. He'd done research on this sort of creature before. He knew they could change their size as a defense mechanism, immediately going to hide in the smallest thing they can for protection. 

Effie smiled at Severus, raising a finger to his lips in a gesture of silence. He stepped forward, and if Severus wasn't so mesmerized by the beautiful magical creature before him, he would have stopped him. 

“Seraph!” He calls in a honey sweet voice, smiling as the Occamy’s big citrine eyes locked on him. “I have someone for you to meet!” He called.

The Occamy screeched, spreading its wings and slinking off the tree. It shrunk enough to coil itself around the peach-haired boy's arm, letting out a low chittering sound. Effie gently stroked her head, slowly walking over to Severus. 

The boy resisted the urge to take a step back, knowing how dangerous even the gentlest of magical creatures could be. “Why do you have an Occamy pet?” He sighs, watching Effie with a passive if not stern expression. 

Effie blinks, “She's a friend, not a pet.” He feigns a pout, moving to take Severus' hand into his. He allows it, and Effie lets Severus pet Seraph quietly. He marveled at how soft her feathers were, and her eyes were trained on Severus'.

He was more fascinated than scared, in all honesty. In both the creature and Effie. He still didn't trust him though, not fully.

“She was hurt, and I found her. Helped her and she's been my friend since. She's sweet.” He smiles, letting her uncoil from his arm and fly back up to her tree. Effie isn't watching her though, he's staring at Severus. 

“You're a very guarded person. I'll respect that, but I did have a proposition for you.”

Severus' good mood depletes. It's always something.

“Just… Give me the time of day, and I'll protect you. I know the way people think about you.” He says, crossing his arms over his chest. “Even if I've only been here for a few days, you have a big target on your back, Severus.”

Severus immediately thinks this is a bad idea. Effie could just be manipulating him. But… he doesn't seem like the type. His eyes narrow as he watches the boy before him. He can't find one good reason not to.

Severus sighs, rubbing between his eyes. “Fine. I'll give you a week to prove you're not just playing me because you think it's funny.” He scowls. “If I find out you are, you'll come to regret it.”

Effie smiles, tipping his head to the side. His copper coloured ear piercings glint in the moonlight, drawing Severus' gaze. “How thrilling.”

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Effie escorted Severus back to the dungeons, and then sort of just… disappeared. Literally, one minute he was walking with the shorter boy, the next he was just gone. Severus brushed it off, heading inside. Despite the late hour, a few upperclassmen were congregating in the common room.

“That transfer student… have you heard the rumours?”

“What rumours?”

Evan and Mulciber. He recognized those voices. They were discussing Effie. He would have ignored them, had it not been for their next words.

“Rumours are that he's a filthy half-breed.” Evan Rosier said, lounging on a leather armchair.

That intrigued Severus. Was Effie a werewolf? No, Dumbledore knew better than to have two werewolves in such close proximity. Werewolves could be quite territorial, after all. 

“Surely you jest.” Barty Crouch Junior scoffed, leaning forward and licking his lips with a twitch of his eye. “A half-breed? What kind?”

Evan shrugs. “No idea.”

“Unbelievable, they just accept anyone here do they?” Mulciber states, sighing deeply. He wasn't exactly fond of half-breeds, or muggle-borns for that matter. Or anyone that didn't fit the pureblood ideals. “Filthy half-breeds…”

Severus stops listening there, heading up to his room unnoticed and curling up in his bed. He was more focused on the Occamy he saw, rather than Effie's affliction. What did it matter if he was only half-human? Severus couldn't care less.

Instead, he grabbed his notebook and a quill and ink pot. It wasn't your typical notebook, more like a sketchbook, in all honesty. He wanted to draw that Occamy he'd seen.

He was so deeply focused on his task, that he didn't feel the dip of his bed at the added weight of another person.

“Oh, that's really pretty ‘rus.” Effie says, making Severus yelp and nearly ruin his drawing. He glances up to see the boy sitting on the end of his bed, looking completely unbothered. 

“How-”

“Did I get in here?” Effie smiles as Severus scowls at him. “I have my ways. And I know the password.” He says, reaching over to brush one of Seraph’s feathers from Severus' hair. It'd gotten stuck there when she took flight. 

“You're… a Slytherin?” Severus says slowly, not fully believing it. 

“Yes?” Effie says just as slowly, smiling at his friend teasingly as a pillow is thrown at him. 

“Don't get smart with me.” The raven-haired boy huffs, rolling his eyes and moving to continue with his drawing. He's acutely aware of Effie's gaze on him.

The peach-haired boy was analyzing him. Mismatched gaze flicking to Severus' face, then down his neck, to his hands, so on and so forth. “You're very pretty.”

Severus let out a sharp bark of laughter, glaring at the boy seated on his bed. “Y'know, friends don't typically mock each other for the hell of it.” He spat, angrily listening to the scratch of his quill on the paper. 

Effie didn't seem deterred, or even bothered by this. “I'm serious, Severus. I think you're beautiful.”

Severus gripped his quill till his knuckles were white. He'd been called many things in his life, but never beautiful. He doubted Effie meant it, but he simply ignored him for now. There was no point indulging him if he was acting like this. Severus knew what he was, knew what people said. He wasn't attractive by any means.

Eventually, Effie bid Severus goodnight and headed to his own bed, curling up under the covers to rest. Severus supposed he should prepare for bed as well. It was getting rather late.

He headed down to the washroom, changing out of his clothes into something more fitted for sleep. He paused at the sight of the scars on his body. Silvery and discoloured skin, raised and far too clean for any regular blade. 

His fingers brushed against them, the skin soft and pliant beneath his touch. The thought came unbidden, and he wasn't surprised by it.

Maybe he shouldn't have been born. He'd be better off dead by this point.

Maybe if he hadn't been conceived, his mother wouldn't have been battered and bruised. Maybe his father wouldn't drink. Maybe, maybe, maybe. All sorts of different theories running through his mind as he shucked on his sleep shirt. 

The thoughts circled in his mind like a murder of crows, wings battering against the walls of his cranium in an attempt to escape. All what-ifs, maybe, I wonder’s. Of course, he ignored them. No point in dwelling on something he couldn't currently fix. 

Severus sighed, dragging his blunt nails across the raised skin until it was flush with rawness and stung with pain. It made the thoughts slow to the typical ebb in the back of his mind, and even still he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep.

And when he did, his dreams would be filled with the raised voices of his parents, the clink of a belt before it cracks down against his skin, his father's rough hand meeting his cheek in a harsh smack. 

Maybe his next life would be better. He wondered if he even deserved that much. Most likely not. 

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October 8th, 1976. The abandoned girls bathroom where the persistent ghost of Myrtle Warren resides.

“Effie, get down from there! How did you even get up there?!” Severus calls up to his… Friend. It felt strange to call him that. But currently, he was trying to make sure said friend didn't accidentally fall.

“I climbed!” Effie called down from his perch on the edge of the high window. He smiled down at Severus, wiggling his fingers playfully. “You look even shorter from up here, raven!”

Effie had come around to calling him several different nicknames. Strangely enough he found he didn't mind said nicknames. What he did mind, was being called short by his absolute gargantuan of a friend. Effie was over 195.58 centimeters for Merlin's sake! And Severus was perfectly average height, thank you!

“Get down, now.” He said sternly, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring up at his reckless companion.

“It's not so bad being dead, if he did fall maybe I'd finally have some decent company.” Moaning Myrtle sighed, leaning on her palm as she perched on top of the sinks. 

Effie chuckled softly, carefully maneuvering down. He tripped when he landed, nearly knocking into Severus who squawked.

“Watch it!”

“Sorry! The floor is slippery.”

They both glanced up at Myrtle, who was responsible for the wet floor. This had become their regular hangout spot, not necessarily minding the ghostly company as Myrtle was a big gossip. “Shall we walk to Hogsmeade? I feel the need to stretch my legs.” Effie said, looking down at his friend curiously.

Severus nodded, the two making their way out of the bathroom. Of course, Severus should really be used to this right now, James and Sirius were standing outside the bathroom, practically waiting for them. 

“Well well well, look, a snake slithering from a drain.” James sneers with a nasty smile. Sirius chuckles, arm resting on his friend's shoulder as he watches the two like a wolf scenting a rabbit. “What ever should we do about such a dangerous problem, James?”

Severus stiffened, fawning as he subtly reached for his wand. Sirius clocked it, raising his own wand. Severus scowled at him, but all three of them were a tad confused when Effie stepped in front of his friend, towering over even James. 

“I find snakes to be delightful creatures actually.” He says, face calm and passive despite the tension thrumming through him. He smiles at James. “Have you ever heard of a one handed clap?”

The boy furrows his brows in confusion, but everyone gapes in surprise when a sharp smack resounds through the corridor, James head snapping to the side as his cheek reddens at a steadily rising pace. 

Effie grabs Severus' hand, running and dragging him along as they cackle, Sirius and James attempting to throw hexes at their retreating forms. The two stop once they've run to a part of the castle no one would find them, as it seemed a little abandoned. They were panting, adrenaline fueled smiles on their faces. “I probably shouldn't have done that.” Effie confesses through a laugh. 

Severus scoffs, smile growing just a little bit. The entire situation hits him like a freight train. How had they found them…? No one ever went into the girls bathroom on the second-floor at this time of day. He began to pace. Effie watched him, sitting on the ledge of the window behind him. Severus was muttering under his breath. “How did they find us… That stupid fucking map… Ugh those creeps! I can't believe this-”

“Severus?”

“-they are so blatantly obsessed with torturing me! I mean for Merlin's sake-”

“Sev.”

“-they can't leave me alone for one day?! I mean honestly!”

“Severus!” Effie grabbed his friend by his shoulders this time, making him stop his rambling and pacing. Effie physically turns him around, hands gentle and steady. 

In his rambling, he hadn't noticed the big wooden door materialize behind him on the once blank wall. He blinks, lips parting just slightly as he reaches out to touch the door. No, it was real. “Fascinating…” He murmurs, gently pushing the door open. Even more intriguing was the room they found inside. 

It looked a bit like the Slytherin common room, but it had a softer green and the accent metal adornments on the walls were rose-gold instead of silver. There was a nice looking couch near the full-wall bookcase, the fabric and wood both deep browns. An arm chair near the fireplace, in the same deep earthy tone. A desk with writing utensils, a miniature chandelier made from yarn and crystals hanging from the ceiling. 

“That's odd…” Effie mumbles. 

Severus looks up at his friend curiously, imploring him to explain. “I had just imagined a room near exactly like this…”Oh, that was odd. They both take a step inside, the door closing with a clunk behind them. The rug beneath their feet was plush, and the room smelled of cinnamon and jasmine flowers. Severus made his way over to the bookshelf, scanning the spines of the literature. Muggle books.

Effie however, took out a box of cigarettes and matches from his pocket, raising one to his lips and lighting it. Severus wasn't aware that he smoked, but it didn't surprise him. Effie typically smelled a bit like cigarettes, Severus found it comforting in a way. Lily's father used to smoke cigarettes and cigars, Severus could smell it on the man when he'd escort his daughter to the park on his way to the corner store. Ernest Evans had been one of the only adults Severus trusted. 

“You smoke?” He asked curiously, bringing one of the books down from the shelf. It wasn't one he'd read before, and very honestly it didn't interest him. He put it back, reaching for a more intriguing title on a higher shelf. Even on his tip-toes he couldn't reach it, and he made to grab his wand when he felt a presence behind him and saw a black gloved hand reach for the book to bring it down. 

Effie stared down at his friend from behind him, smiling around the cigarette as he handed him the book and took a deep drag. He made sure to blow the smoke away from Severus. “Yeah, does it bother you?”

Severus shakes his head, flipping through the book. The situation brought up a strange memory, back when his father would get blackout drunk and put cigarettes out on his skin. He didn't say this, of course, the last time he'd told someone that they'd given him a look of concern and asked if he was okay at home. Severus had been confused by the question, wondering what the purpose of the concern was. 

Effie offered him the cigarette with a raised brow, and Severus took the offering. He didn't smoke often, but it did help calm his nerves. He took a deep drag, closing his eyes and tipping his head back to blow the smoke out into the air as the nicotine worked its magic, making his mind very slightly fuzzy and everything feeling very vaguely hazy.

He handed the cigarette back, following Effie over to the couch. “What book did you grab?” The latter asks curiously, noticing the record player resting next to the desk. He waved his hand, a record slipping out of its sleeve and settling onto the turntable as the needle settled between the grooves and music began playing. Severus didn't know what this song was, but he didn't hate it.

“A horror novel called Carrie. Apparently it's about a muggle girl with magic.” Severus huffed a laugh at the irony. “What song is this?”

Effie hums in acknowledgement, slinging his legs over the arm rest of the couch and leaning back against Severus' side. Strangely enough, the touch didn't bother him as badly as he'd thought it would. “It’s called Jolene by a muggle artist. Her name's Dolly Parton, I have this exact record back at my home.” He says with a fond smile. 

Severus tilts his head curiously as he opens the book. “You listen to muggle music?”

“Mhm. I'm a half-blood, so my mother thought it would be good for me to have both experiences.” He explains, taking a drag off his cigarette and staring at the chandelier hanging from the ceiling. “She also thought it would be good to give me a woman's name.” He shrugs, unbothered by this fact.

“What, Effie is a feminine name to you?” Severus asks with a smirk. 

“My name isn't Effie. That's my nickname.”

The smirk drops, and he turns his head to look into his friend's mismatched eyes. “Truly?”

Effie nods, smiling sweetly. “Effie is my nickname, Euphemia is my first name. My last name is Cruikshank.” He explains. 

Severus thinks for a moment. “Interesting. Your surname would be good for a cat.” He teases. 

Effie scoffs, shoving him gently. He doesn't know whether to take it as a compliment or not. “Do you think the room will reappear if we left?”

Severus pauses his reading. “Well, we could always experiment. But we can do that tomorrow, this book is intriguing.” He hums. 

Effie nods, settling back against his friend and closing his eyes. He's probably going to have a cat nap, and Severus probably should as well, but he'd rather read. Still, he swishes his wand and a fire begins going in the fireplace. He'd been getting a bit chilly.

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October 9th, 1976. Slytherin common room.

The common room was empty for a change, everyone having gone to the quidditch match currently going on. It was Slytherin versus Hufflepuff, but Severus and Effie couldn't be bothered to get up and go to it. The former was surprised by how quickly they'd acclimated to each other, how comfortable Severus genuinely was with Effie. 

Effie just had a calming presence to him, and he knew exactly when and what to do and say depending on Severus' mood. Currently, Severus was seated between Effie's calves, on the floor, as the latter read a book and Severus worked on his ancient runes homework. 

He was frustrated, this was one of the only classes he wasn't relatively good at. He lets out a sigh of frustration, pushing his hair back out of his face for the umpteenth time. It was beginning to overstimulate him. He mulled over the concept of cutting it short for a moment, but thought better of it. He liked his hair at this length. It was easier to hide his face behind.

He barely noticed the rustle of fabric behind him, but he did notice the feeling of fingers slowly sinking into his hair and pushing it back out of his face. Severus exhaled softly, letting his head fall back onto the edge of the couch as his eyes slipped closed. He heard Effie chuckle fondly, and would have told him to can it had he not been so relaxed. 

Effie's gloves were skin warmed and soft, the tips of his fingers pointed and sharp, but Effie was effortlessly careful as he gently rubbed Severus' scalp. 

“Your hair isn't nearly as oily as it looks.” He comments, moving his hand to various spots slowly. Severus hums in acknowledgement, but he's hung up on those damned gloves. 

“Why do you wear those all the time?”

“Hm?”

Severus opens his eyes, blinking at Effie's fondly confused face. “The gloves, you're constantly wearing them. Is there a specific reason? Do you just strongly dislike mess, or dirt?”

Effie seemed more confused now. Then with a face of realization, he let out a sharp bark of laughter. Severus startled at the loud sound, glaring as his friend apologized gently. 

“Severus, I don't wear gloves.” He says, and that just had to be the most confusing thing he's heard in his seventeen years of life. They're not gloves? Then what the bloody hell are they?! He takes a deep breath, waiting for Effie to explain. 

The man in question slips a scrap of parchment into the book before closing it, taking his hand away from Severus' hair (shame) to roll his sleeves up. Severus realizes he's never actually seen Effie in short sleeves. 

“See? These are just my hands, poppet. No gloves.” He chuckles, lowering a hand for Severus to see. In all honesty, he's more focused on all the scars on Effie's arms. So similar to his own. His own silvery raised skin hidden beneath his sleeves, Effie's now shown to him a moment of vulnerability.

The next thing he notices is that the near void black extends all the way up to Effie's bicep before tapering off in a wispy gradient. Severus is fascinated. He brushes his fingers against his friend's forearm, marveling at the velvet soft skin. It doesn't feel human, in all honesty. 

“Strange, isn't it?” Effie says, smiling at his friend's curious expression. He reminds Effie of a cat, or a curious bird. Severus shakes his head, glancing up at the peach-haired boy with those big, pretty doe-eyes.

“I think it's beautiful.” He says, and he means it. Effie's expression softens, and he brings his hand to Severus' cheek. His knuckles brush his friend's cheekbone, touch feather soft and gentle. 

Severus leans into the touch when Effie cups his face, leaning into the warmth and softness of his hands like an affectionate cat. He hadn't realized how touch-starved he was. 

“You're adorable.”

Severus scowls, and Effie just grins at him. “How dare you.”

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Effie's hands aren't the only odd thing about his person. Severus has taken notice of other things as well. He hadn't been before, but what he'd noticed recently intrigued him greatly. 

The two were getting ready for bed in their dormitory, their housemates having not returned just yet to celebrate the after-party of their win. Effie tugged off his sweater, knowing Severus didn't mind seeing him nearly naked because he'd asked repeatedly before they'd begun changing. 

The shorter of the two tilted his head at the sight of both the scars on Effie's back, as well as the dark lines of ink. The design was vertebrae bone tattooed down his spine, clawed hands gripping at his skin on either side of his back as daisies bloomed across from the spinal cord. It was a lovely design, Severus really liked it.

What he noticed next, was the small feathers sprouting on his friends hip bones. Severus' brows furrowed as he reached forward to brush his fingers over them absent-mindedly. They were real, a blush pink in colour with a blood red gradient at the tips. Effie turned to look at him curiously.

“What's wrong?” He asks curiously, turning bodily to Severus as he tugged on yet another sweater, Severus got a glimpse of more tattoos and scars but he wasn't able to see them clearly.

“Just…” He furrowed his brows, chewing his lower lip and shaking his head. Surely it was nothing. “Nothing, sorry.”

Effie huffs a laugh, leaning down to give Severus a kiss on the forehead, to which Severus swatted at him with flushed cheeks. He still wasn’t used to such non-chalant affection. Effie giggled, bidding him goodnight as he crawled into his bed. Severus laid awake in his own bed as he thought back on what Evan Rosier had said.

“There's a rumor that the new student is a half-breed.” Severus was beginning to think the rumour was true, but he didn't know how to bring it up without offending Effie or putting a target on his back if someone overheard. He wondered if the headmaster knew, but surely he did as he was the one who approved of Effie's transfer here. Severus sighed, turning over and drawing his knees up near his chest as he settled down to actually sleep. He'd think more about it tomorrow.

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October 10th, 1976. Room of Requirement, 4:53 am.

Severus had woken up with a cramping abdomen and heavy limbs. He felt so fatigued. He didn't understand why now, of all days. But, it honestly didn't surprise him. His body wasn't exactly… maintained well. Effie, over the past few weeks, has been trying to get him to eat more but Severus didn't have much of an appetite as is. He'd eaten a few things, but apparently not enough, as his body was clearly trying to convey.

He'd gone (snuck) to the room he and Effie still had yet to name, but for now were calling the Convenience Cabinet. Effie's suggestion, which Severus was trying valiantly to overrule. He paced in front of the blank wall three times, not exactly having a specific place in mind but the room was good at reading between the lines. The room it'd conjured was simple, almost looking like his bedroom in all honesty, but much cleaner.

There was also a full-length mirror near the end of the bed. 

Severus focused on that specifically, not knowing why he felt he needed to… observe himself. He stepped toward it, sliding off his robes slowly as he stepped in front of the reflective surface. His body was lean and lithe, he was skinnier than he should be for someone his age. His ribs jutted out just slightly, hips a little too sharp and wide for a male, limbs far too slim. 

To himself, he looked vulgar. He couldn't understand why, but he had days like this at times. Ones where he just hated how he looked, nitpicked every single little detail. His father had referred to him as many offensive things, but the main point had always boiled down to one thing.

Severus was feminine looking, in a way. Just like his mother.

She'd been quite the slight woman as well. Severus had inherited her body. Long, elegant fingers, slim shoulders, waist just barely drawn in. He hated it. Hated how different he was. He hated the scars on his body, hated the small beauty marks scattered about. He hated that he looked like her. He hated even more that he looked like his blasted father. 

Severus loved his mother, he truly did, but he held a certain resentment toward her. Why had she never protected him? Why was she always so quick to blame him? It was always his fault, never his father's, never her own. She'd make so many excuses for that man, never directly telling Severus he deserved it but the insinuation had been there. Even as a young child Severus knew his mother wished he'd never been born.

He used to wear his parents' clothes. They'd always been quite poor, almost never having enough money to even scrape together some food half the time. His father's drinking problem did not help with this. Severus remembered when Tuney had pointed out him wearing his mother's blouse when they were young. He quite liked that blouse, actually.

Strangely enough, Severus enjoyed feminine clothing. It was typically nicely made, and he quite enjoyed the style of muggle women's clothes as well. His train of thought rolls off its tracks as Effie walks in, rubbing his eyes with a yawn. Severus can't be bothered to tell him not to look, as he's naked, but frankly he doesn't really mind at this point. It wasn't the first time Effie'd walked in on him unclothed. Probably wouldn't be the last, if they were honest. If Severus was uncomfortable with it Effie wouldn't do it, they both had established that.

The peach-haired boy blinked at Severus, meeting his gaze through the mirror. He wasn't stupid, far from it, and he could piece things together quite easily. Severus found it maddening. The taller boy made his way over, sliding his knuckles up the length of Severus' spinal cord, brushing against the bumps of his vertebrae.

“You're lovely, honey.” He mumbled, sliding his arms around Severus' middle from behind. “Tell me what's on your mind, babes.”

Severus' sighed, leaning back into his friend and tracing his fingers over the taller boy's forearm. He didn't mind it, the touch. He quite liked the casual intimacy. It felt nice, and he didn't feel the anxiety that Effie might be attempting to pursue him. They both knew where their relationship stood. Purely platonic. Even if they did more than typical friends would.

“I wondered what it might feel like to… Dress femininely, of my own accord.” He mumbled after a moment, a soft flush rising to his cheeks. He couldn't believe he'd admitted that, but this was Effie he was talking to. He didn't fear judgment from him.

Effie's expression softened, his lips pursing as he pressed a kiss to Severus' hair and rubbed his shoulders gently. He thought for a moment, glancing at the bed and being pleased to see what he'd thought about laying there on the bed. It was a simple ensemble, one he knew Severus wouldn't mind.

“Well, we're alone here, if you'd like to try. I won't judge, you know that.” He smiles, pressing a kiss to Severus' cheek before cocking his head to the clothes on the bed in question. 

Sev mulls over it for a moment, nodding hesitantly. Effie helps Severus into the outfit, smoothing it out before stepping behind him once more so he can see how he looks in the mirror. It really was a simple outfit, some might consider it scandalous but Severus actually quite liked it. 

The black silk slip was comfortable and soft against his skin, the hem stopping at his mid to upper thigh, the lace neckline sitting a little lower on his chest as one of the thin straps slipped down his bicep. The white stockings were also nice, soft and sleek. He felt… pretty. And comfortable in his own skin for once. 

He felt like he looked good, for once. 

“You look amazing, doll.” Effie grins, running his finger over the hem of the slip gently. “You wear such baggy clothing that it hides your figure, shame honestly. You look really cute, Sevvy.” He repeats, smiling.

Severus lets his own fingers drift over the fabric, feeling the dips and valleys of his ribcage and sternum, the jut of his hips. He flushed pleasantly, looking away from the mirror. “You're not serious.” He sighs, rolling his eyes. So much was going on in his brain, but he ignored it in favour of stepping between his friends thighs and setting his hands on his shoulders. “Be honest with me.”

“Hm?” Effie smiled, letting his hands settle into Severus' waist. The latter exhaled a shuddery breath, a bit nervous and anxious about what he was going to ask.

“Is it… is it okay for me to want to act like a woman sometimes?” He scoffs, realizing how absurd that must sound. “I’m comfortable with my being male, but sometimes… I don't want to dress manly. I don't enjoy it. It doesn't feel like me. Is that strange?”

He risks a glance at Effie, only finding compassion and soft, loving eyes focused on him. “No, baby, that's not strange at all. I promise.” He mumbles, pressing a kiss to Severus' collarbone. “You're perfect, just the way you are. I promise.”

And didn't that feel nice? Being accepted as he is. Acknowledging his flaws but still saying he was perfect. Severus' eyes filled with tears, but he refused to cry. He wouldn't cry, he refused to. 

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(Pov: Remus Lupin)

October 10th, 1976. 6:32 am, Gryffindor boys dormitory. 

Remus was restless. He'd gotten a good few hours of sleep, as it was the second day post the full. His joints were aching, knees creaking as he stretched and sighed deeply. The moon was still relatively full, but not enough that his furry little problem would make an appearance. Even still, Remus' mood had not improved in the slightest.

The day before the full, Remus and Sirius had gotten into a bit of a spat over something. At this point Remus couldn't even remember what the fight was about, but he remembered shouting at Sirius so loudly that James had to tell them to quiet down before someone came looking. He sighs, thinking back on it, and seeing how stupid it truly was.

Even still, Remus couldn't get back to sleep now, so instead he decided to grab the map. He was going to work on it a little bit, but he paused at the sight of two pairs of footprints appearing on the map. Ah, so James has tagged the new student on the map. He hadn't been able to figure out the students full name, so he was labeled as ‘E.C’ for now. Remus watched them as they headed down toward the dungeons. 

He wondered what their relationship was, how they interacted with each other. He rarely saw them in the Great Hall during meal time, and he was more than a little distracted in classes to even glance at the unusual pair. The others would probably have qualms with it, but Remus knows how to keep a secret. Obviously.

He grumbles under his breath, agitated for some odd reason, so he grabs a piece of candy from his bedside table. It's muggle candy his mother had been quite fond of. Orange fizzy spangles. He unwraps it, popping the little orange square into his mouth, running his tongue along the hard surface to entice the fizzy reaction from the middle. 

He sighs through his nose, wondering if he should just get a bit of homework done instead. There was a Hogsmeade trip today, and he'd agreed to go with Sirius before their fight. Whatever, he could always go on his own, or a different friend. He needed new quills. 

Remus' thoughts trailed as he indeed started in on homework. He was still so curious about that new transfer student, and Snape. He didn't know much about either of them. Perhaps he could meet up with them at Hogsmeade today, but Severus didn't exactly enjoy his company. 

Oh well, Remus would find somehow to wriggle his way into their little hangout if they were going. He always found a way. Remus had to pause as he read the next question. How was he supposed to know what Thunderbird's primarily eat? He groaned, flopping back into his bed. Maybe he won't do his homework tonight. Perhaps he could just nap throughout the day. His mind trailed back to Severus and that new student. Such a curious pair.

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October 10th, 1976. Outside of Hogwarts, on the path to Hogsmeade, 10:31 am.

Effie had grabbed Severus' hand the minute he found him, linking their fingers together and smiling at his friend. “Hi, pretty boy. Feelin' okay today?” He remembered their conversation from earlier in the morning. Severus wanted to do something rebellious. Effie had the perfect idea, but they'd have to wait until they got into the absolute outskirts of Hogsmeade. He knew the perfect shop to get what they needed, he knew someone who knew someone as it was. He had many connections despite only being here for a month or two. He was very friendly, as it so happened to be.

Severus sighed, leaning on his friend as he wobbled and swayed a little from the lack of sleep. “I'm exhausted but… I've had a pleasant start to the day I suppose.” He mumbles, glancing up and catching the eye of Remus Lupin. His brows furrow, a sneer making its way to his face. Effie notices, looking up to see who has made Severus irritated. He's been staring at the pair for quite a while now, they both realize. Effie finds it quite amusing. He'd looked away the minute he and Severus looked up.

“Oh. Him.” Effie says, staring at Remus until the boy turns his head to look at him once more. Effie smiled, not the sweet and patient kind he gave to Severus, but one that spoke of a knowledge of something he shouldn't have. It unnerved Remus, and he looked away from them and tried to focus on what Marlene was attempting to tell him. Effie raised to two fingers, gesturing to his own eyes before turning his hand to point his two fingers at Remus, doing an up down motion as if to say “I'm watching you, I know what no one else does”. 

Remus was a little more than creeped out, from the looks of it. Severus furrowed his brows, glancing at Effie who had a rather intriguing expression on his face. Why did he look so… mischievous? Well, he always sort of looked like that so Severus just brushed it off. He tugged his scarf closer to his face, shivering at the cold autumn breeze rolling through. Stepping a little closer to the taller boy, Severus grunted softly when arms wrapped around him tightly from behind.

“You cold, fledgling?” Effie grins down at him, tucking his hands under the folds of Severus' emerald green and silver scarf to keep his hands warm. Or, that's what it looked like. In actuality, he had gently wrapped his fingers around Severus' throat to keep him grounded. He'd been drifting into his own thoughts just a little too far. He was grateful for the distraction, nodding gently as Effie's hands slipped away and they began walking. It wouldn't be too far, and Effie had brought along a few pain-reducing potions in case Severus' joints started acting up along the trip.

They didn't stop at Honeydukes, or The Three Broomsticks, and certainly not the Hog’s Head. They went straight for the clothing shop at the back of Hogsmeade. It had more alternative styles of clothing, and an array of both muggle and wizarding wear. The person working the front desk was extremely kind, and Severus found their neck tattoo fascinating. A moth, its wings spread to span each side of their throat. It was pretty.

“How about… Oh!” Effie picked up a white cropped sweater. It looked to be knit or crocheted from wool, and the sleeves were bishop cuffed. Severus liked the colour, it was sort of a cream, but he didn't like how short it looked. “Maybe something a bit… longer?” He mumbled, staring at the ground and furrowing his brows.

Effie hums, considering Severus for a moment. Most people would say Severus fit more in the goth scene, and while Effie would agree he also thought Severus could do well with some pastels to accommodate his pale complexion without clashing with his dark hair. He grins, knowing this shall be fun.

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“What about this one?” A black pleated skirt that would go down to Severus' upper knee.

“No… I don't like the pleats on that one.” He grumbled, already exhausted of this. They'd spent almost half an hour just searching through the selection of clothes, and found almost next to nothing besides a few bits of jewelry he'd thought were pretty. He liked the white button up Effie had grabbed, the one with the long lace bolero sleeves. He'd thought it was quite pretty. And the dusty pastel pink sweater dress they'd accidentally stumbled upon. It was also long sleeved, and clung to Severus' figure in “all the right ways”, as Effie had put it when he'd tried it on.

“Well, I have a few old sweaters that might be a bit big on you, but they're flattering!” He smiles, leaning down to press a comforting kiss to his friend's cheek. Severus was getting used to all the new affection, and he enjoyed the fact that Effie could pick up on whether he was okay being touched or not. Going back to their search, Severus brushed his fingers against a pair of sheer black stockings with lace embroidery designs of snakes. Maybe these would be good. 

“See somethin' you want?” Effie asks, slipping his hands around Severus' waist as he pressed a kiss to the nape of his friend's neck. “Those are pretty. I'll get them for you, hm honey?” He says, reaching around the shorter boy to grab them and take the rest of the clothes they'd grabbed to the cashier. He paid, not noticing the surprised and pleased expression on their face at seeing Effie and Severus so affectionate in public. 

“You must be a really good boyfriend.” The cashier whispered teasingly. 

Severus blinked, looking up and seeing how Effie didn't seem to mind being referred to like that. Were they boyfriends? Was that what this was? Severus didn't have romantic feelings for Effie, but it was something most certainly bigger and heavier than romance that he felt. He wondered if that was normal. If it was okay.

He was snapped from his thoughts as Effie grabbed his hand and began leading him out of the shop. He had put the clothes into his bag, and was now watching Severus curiously. “All good, doll? Should we go back?”

He was so concerned, caring, like a boyfriend. 

Severus flushed, pulling his scarf up closer to his nose to attempt and hide the flush rising to his cheeks as he nodded. He wanted to go back, the cold was making his joints creak. The thought swirled around his mind repeatedly. Did he want that kind of relationship? Was he deserving of it? He'd talk to Effie about it.

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The room was transformed into a bathhouse today. Severus had been confused about it but then Effie had said he thought it'd be nice to sit in the hot water after a long day in the cold. Severus agreed, and they went down to the dungeons to grab clothes before returning to the room.

The water was indeed nice, and Severus surprisingly didn't mind being unclothed in front of his friend. It was nice, even if he could see Effie's unclothed chest, all of his tattoos. He was fascinated by them. The bath was large, nearly a pool, so it took a minute for Severus to make his way over to his friend on the other side of the bath.

“Where did you get them?” He asks, settling next to Effie and trailing his finger along the lines of ink. It looked like a dragon, crawling its way up Effie's chest with its wings spread across his collarbones. It looked almost as if it was moving. He realized with a start that the tattoos were moving. He didn't pull his hand away though, instead letting the little inked dragon nudge at his fingers, even if it didn't feel like anything. 

Effie watched Severus' face, tucking his friend's hair behind his ear. “A shop back in America. My friend Amethyst did them for me.” He explains, tipping his head back as he sighs. “She enchanted them to move. The hands move and the flowers bloom on my back, just like the dragon. I could do one for you, if you so wished.”

And he did wish, he really did. But, that wasn't what he wanted to talk about right now. Instead, he decided to gently lace his fingers with Effie's and lean on his friend's shoulder, staring up at him curiously. 

“Effie, are we dating?”

“Mm?”

“The cashier called you my boyfriend, and you didn't correct them. Not that I mind, I would have corrected them myself if I did.” He mumbles, rambling on before catching himself and sighing deeply. “My point being, are we dating? Or just friends?”

Effie mulls over that thought for a moment, staring up at the ceiling for a long time. “I think… it's something more than platonic, but not romantic. Like, if you wanted to, we could kiss, but it wouldn't be romantic by any means.” He explains, rolling his eyes to look over at Severus.

The boy is also thinking long and hard about this, because it is rather confusing to him. He agrees, there's nothing romantic between them, but he wouldn't exactly mind if the touches they shared were more affectionate. He shrugs, wrinkling his nose in distaste. “Romance is so… tricky. Confusing.” He growls in annoyance, sighing deeply as he scowls. “Everything is so difficult…”

Effie hums his agreement, smiling as he trails a finger along Severus' jaw and tips his head to try and catch his friend's eye. “We could test it, if you wanted. Kissing, I mean. See if we feel anythin'?” He offers, smile softening, “Only if you want to of course.”

Severus blinks, slow as he turns over the idea in his head. They could… He didn't mind it. He nods, maneuvering to be closer before Effie stops him.

He snorts, but it's not mocking. “Let's get out of this bath first, hm?” 

They dry off with the towels the room provides, getting their clothes back on. Severus was trying on one of Effie's old sweaters, and it fit nicely. He liked it. Effie himself was wearing a dark blue sweater with funky looking stars. They exited the room for a moment, resummoning it into a bedroom to relax a bit while they did this.

Effie sat down on the bed, leaning back against the headboard. Severus straddled his thighs, staring down at him and setting his hands on the taller man's shoulders. “So… Now we kiss?” He asked hesitantly, flushing and scowling when Effie snickered and nodded. He flushed further when he was made to lean down, and when their lips met.

It wasn't anything extraordinary, he didn't feel fuzzy and warm or like fireworks are going off as some people have described it before. It just felt pleasant, like it could be a nice pass time.

Effie agreed with Severus when he stated this, and they both delved into giddy laughter at the entire situation. Severus sighed, settling against Effie and tucking his head under the man's chin as he let his eyes slip closed. “You're warm, I'm tired. Perhaps we should go back to the common room?” It was nearly evening by this point, judging by the clock ticking on the mantle above the fireplace. “I want a nap before dinner.” He yawns, grunting softly as Effie wraps his arms around him and then turns them over onto their sides. 

“Then we shall nap.” Effie responds, pressing a kiss to his forehead like always. Yes, Severus held no romantic feelings towards this man, but he did feel strongly about him. Interesting. “Now rest, Little Crow.” Effie grins, tucking up against Severus as they both drift off. 

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October 10th, 1976. Room of Requirement, 5:56 pm.

“We're so late we're so late!” Severus hisses, throwing Effie's clothes at him. They hit him in the face with a dull thump, Severus too busy scrambling with his own robes to even notice. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck!” They had almost missed dinner. 

Effie lounges on the bed, not in as much of a rush at all as he stretches and yawns languidly. “Sweetheart, we're late by ten minutes, not an hour.” He huffs a laugh, stuffing his clothes into his bag as he already had on a sweater and jeans so there was no point in changing. He ducks when a shoe is tossed at him. “Merlin Sev!” He scoffs, furrowing his brows at his friend. 

Severus was practically fraying at the edges, he hated being late to anything. What if someone took his seat at the table? What if Potter and his god awful goons caught them? There were so many possibilities he didn't want to entertain. He was beginning to panic, breaths quickening as he looked toward Effie helplessly. He felt bad about throwing that shoe.

The peach-haired boy picked up on his mood almost immediately, waiting for Severus to give him the ‘Help me please’ look because he didn't know whether or not his friend wanted help in this situation. When he did get the look, he was quick to get up off the bed and make his way over, taking Severus' hands and squeezing them. 

“Breathe, deep breaths. In, and out babes.” He mumbles, bringing Severus' a little closer so he can feel his breath, and attempt to match it. “It's okay if we're a little late, nothing is going to happen. I promise.”

Severus nodded, quick and jerky motions as he rubbed his fingertips against the short webbing between Effie's fingers. It was comforting, for some odd reason. The repetitive motion made his breathing slow, the thoughts not completely halting but slowing to a gentle ebb in the back of his mind. He nods, tipping his head back and leaning up in offering of a kiss.

Effie indulges him, leaning down for a chaste and sweet meeting of lips before he hands Severus his shoe and the two finish grabbing their things before exiting the room. The door was, thankfully, completely disappeared by the time Potter and his groupies rounded on them.

James didn't seem too pleased about the fact that he had been slapped the last time they interacted, and he intended to rectify this. Unfortunately, Severus and Effie were holding hands, and that was an easy in for some low blows.

“Oh look, Snivellus has shacked up with the Yank. Couple of fags scurrying around school huh?” Sirius practically spat, wand already in hand.

Effie bristled, stepping in front of Severus and using his height to his advantage. “Watch it, we're just tryin' to go to dinner. Is that a crime?” He counters, raising a brow.

“For two Slytherins? It could be.” James shrugs, feigning nonchalance as he slowly raises his wand to Effie's chest. “So, what're you two doin' up here? Alone. Meeting with your little death eater buddies?”

Peter snickers from his place behind Sirius, flinching back when Effie stares at him with a near predatory look in his eyes. His mismatch gaze flicks up to Remus, and his brows furrow. The other boy looked ashamed, yet he said nothing as his friends did as they wished. Pity, Effie was hoping he'd have some sympathy for those so similar to him.

“Hypocrites, the lot of you.” Severus growled, stepping in front of Effie to sneer up at James. He also had his wand out, pressing it into the soft skin of the boy's jaw threateningly as he bared his teeth. “You'd do well to mind your tone, lest we start throwing hexes.” He was more confident with another person on his side, as he wouldn't get overpowered as easily. 

James snorted, nudging Sirius. Peter was the one to throw the first hex, mostly because he saw Effie's hand twitch towards his wand. The peach-haired boy growled, literally growled, at the Gryffindor as he bared his teeth. “What the hell?!” He scoffed, patting the small flames on his sleeve. He made a pained hiss as it burned through his sweater and reached his skin.

Severus threw a counter spell, knocking the little rat backwards as he swung his fists as well, knocking Sirius square in the jaw and James right in the nose. While he was skilled with hexes and spells, his father had also taught him to fight hand-to-hand. Well, sort of taught him. It was mostly experience rather than teaching.

Remus actually drew his wand this time, aiming it at the other Slytherin but immediately freezing at the look in Effie's eyes. Wide, pupils slitted as if he was a cornered animal. And from the looks of it, he was. His pupils dilated again, and he glared at Remus, clearly disapproving of who his friends were. Of who he was. 

Effie grabbed Severus' shoulder, pulling him up off Sirius and quickly making their way down the hall, dodging defensive spells and hexes. They hid below a staircase, near a suit of armour. “What the fuck was that?!” He demanded, backing Severus up against the wall.

The boy was confused. “What do you mean, I defended you, why are you upset?!” He scoffs, now angry and confused as he bristles at the accusation.

Effie seemed to catch onto his own tone, sighing deeply as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. “You're right, I'm sorry. I shouldn't snap at you.” He mumbled, pressing a kiss between Severus' brows in apology. “That… Sweetie you have bruises now. And your lip is split!” He grumbles, sucking his teeth as he brushes a finger against the aforementioned split bottom lip.

Severus scoffed, swatting Effie's hand and turning his head away in irritation. He needed a second before he let his friend fret over him. “They're such assholes…” He sighs, pushing his hair back out of his face. 

Effie nods, wincing as his very slightly burnt forearm twinges with pain. Severus notices immediately, saying they should go to the medical wing. Effie reassures him that he's fine, and says they should just head down to the Great Hall for dinner.

Severus pouts, though he'd never admit it, still a little spiffed that Effie had been so rude after he reassured him. Effie chuckled, leaning down and giving Severus a gentle kiss in apology. They both pulled away quickly when a soft gasp could be heard, and turned to see a young Slytherin student watching them. 

The student ran off, and Effie kept Severus from running after him. “It's fine, it'll be fine. Who's gonna believe a first year student anyway?” He tries to reassure. Right. But there was always that chance that someone wouldn't approve of two boys snogging in the damn hallway. 

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*(Pov: Remus Lupin) 

October 10th, 1976. Room of Requirement, 6:03 pm.

Remus was absolutely reeling. Did that actually just happen? Surely not. He barely registered Sirius’ loud swearing and spitting as he rambles on and on about how those two snakes deserved it. Remus was so focused on the fact that at more than one time in his life, he'd worn that exact look. Scared, helpless, tired. He's snapped from his stupor when Sirius punches the stone wall with a shout.

“It's bullshit that they're even allowed within these walls! Absolutely mental! Look at how they act!” He scoffs, shoving frantic hands through his hair as he huffs and pants. He's clearly a little too riled up, and James doesn't even seem willing to indulge this mindless tantrum. 

“Pads, in all fairness, we did go after them. Not that I don't agree with you of course,” He shrugs. “You need to calm down mate, you're doing a little too much.” James says, crossing his arms over his chest and furrowing his brows.

Sirius looks manic, and James is seemingly trying to calm him. Remus is stuck on something that was said during the fight. What had Sirius called them…? “Padfoot, what did you call them?” He asks, hardening his expression when his three friends turn to look at him.

“What?”

“What did you call them when we were fighting, Sirius.” He asks, clearly at least a little displeased.

Sirius' jaw ticked and he stared at the floor, clearly still pissed off. “I called them what they are, Moony. Why does it matter?” He grumbles, looking away shamefully. Sirius would accept any of his friends being queer, hell he accepted Remus being a werewolf, but those two? 

“What's the difference between my problem and their relationship? Tell me, Padfoot. Because if you don't, then I'll agree with them,” Remus says, “You are a hypocrite.”

Sirius looked livid, and like he wanted to punch Moony. James was the only one holding him back, Peter looked torn between who to agree with but eventually sided with Sirius. “Well… Your uhm… problem… isn't something you can control. They chose to be… that way.” His nose scrunches in an uncomfortable way.

Remus gritted his teeth, irises flaring a bright honey yellow as he glared at his friends. “You're so incredibly wrong it's nearly laughable, Peter.” He spits, turning with a click of his tongue and walking away. Usually he'd head down to the Great Hall with his friends, but not now.

Instead, he picks up a few things discreetly, and makes his way to the girls' abandoned bathroom on the second floor. He sighs as he enters, scrunching his nose at the musty smell before he sets down a handkerchief to set his food on and begins eating. He'd much rather not see anyone right now. His emotions are strung too tight. He hates feeling like this, but the moon is still relatively full even if not fully.

His bones creak and grind as he moves, but he grits his teeth against it and bites his tongue. No point in… what was the phrase again? Ah, well. Remus nearly jumped out of his skin when the ghost of a young girl with pigtails and glasses popped up beside him.

“You're not one of the two that usually come in here.” She observes with a pout.

Remus blinks. “Others… usually come here?”

The ghost nods, slowly drifting around in a circle as she makes soft, almost cooing noises. Remus realizes who this ghost is, and internally cringes at the sound as his ears ring softly. She'd been murdered, it was a huge scandal back in the day. Remus found all the ghosts of Hogwarts fascinating. Except for Peeves, Peeves was just rude. 

“Who?”

The door swings open, and two figures walk in. Talking in low tones, they bicker back and forth about something, Remus leans back to see who it is. Oh. That's not good. The two last people he'd want to see right now. That strange transfer student and Severus Snape.

Remus sighs deeply, freezing when the two realize that he's here. He looks up with a smile, wincing at Severus' scowl as he waves a timid hand. “Ah- hello you two… Lovely walls aren't they?” He says with an awkward laugh, looking at the damp walls covered in a thin layer of grime and gunk.

Chapter Text

October 10th, 1976. Girls Restroom on the second floor, 5:56 pm.

Severus' first instinct was to immediately throw a hex at the teen who'd invaded his and his friends' little hangout spot. He nearly did, the first syllables of Sectumsempra nearly leaving his mouth before Effie slipped an arm around his waist before he could reach for his wand. His hand squeezed Severus' hip lightly in warning. Students aren't allowed to attack one another, while the professors make exceptions, they don't make exceptions for two Slytherin students.

“Lupin, right? What're you doin' up here?” Effie asks, his usual soft and gentle demeanor melting away into a stony cold mask that Severus rarely saw. He hated this particular mask especially, Effie looked so… cold.

Remus pressed his lips into a thin line, looking to the side awkwardly. “Hiding?” He tries, pulling one leg up onto the low window ledge he'd sat himself down on. “From my uh… friends.”

“Oh? What happened?” The ghost from before asked, eyes glittering with intrigue as she set her chin in her hands. What a gossip. “Oh, hello Severus, Effie.” She greets briefly before turning her attention back to Remus.

“Hello Myrtle.”

“Hello.”

Severus was still glaring at Remus. For someone who seemingly posed no threat at all at first glance, Severus was actually rather intimidating at times. He had the demeanor and attitude of, in all honesty, a newborn fawn. Stumbling around helplessly but instinctively knowing when to drop down and wait for the threat to pass. Sirius had once described him as a rabbit, skittish in the way that only a prey animal could be. It wasn't a bad thing, but it was disarming.

Remus rolls his eyes, huffing and blowing his overgrown bangs out of his face. “They're being right gits is all, I can't stand them sometimes.”

“Then sit down,” Effie replies just as Severus snaps, “Aren't they always?”

Remus scowls at them, particularly the shorter of the pair. “You don't know then like I do, Snivellus.”

Severus bristles nearly immediately at this, taking two long strides forward and punching Remus in the jaw. The boys head snaps to the side as he hisses in pain and cradles his jaw, Effie having to physically hold his flailing friend back from hitting him again. “You're such a pretentious prick!” Severus grits out, fighting against Effie's hold valiantly. “Is your infatuation with those three so thick you can't see how they truly are?! You simply can't be that daft!”

Remus gaped at him, stumbling over his words as he attempted to defend his friends. “Fuck you! You can't actually be serious!”

“Honestly Lupin!” Severus huffs, exasperated as he manages to pull himself from Effie's hold as he—thankfully—doesn’t hit the boy but rather gets dangerously close. “You're more of a mutt than Black.” He spits, baring his teeth.

It's Remus’ turn to bristle, a retort right on the tip of his tongue. Neither gets to say anything as Effie stumbles back against the sink and hisses in pain. The sizzle of flesh accompanying the noise as his hand lands on the faucet of one of the basins.

“FUCK!” He shouts, tipping his now burned palm away immediately and cradling his hand to his chest. “Damn it! Fuckin' iron!”

Severus entertains a minute more of this infantile rivalry before turning to check on his friend. He cradles Effie's hand, looking it over critically. Blisters were already forming on the black flesh, the skin muted purple, raw and painful. He sucks his teeth in sympathy, casting one last glare at Lupin before practically dragging his friend out to go to the medical wing.

Remus is stunned for a moment. ‘Effie can't touch iron?’ he thinks to himself, brows furrowing. The reaction was similar to when he touches silver; instantaneous and harmful. It was startling, but he didn't have time to dwell on it. He had better things to worry about than a friend of that awful boy’s.

“You're too pretty to be this stupid.” Myrtle sighs as she rolls her eyes in pity. 

Remus ignores her.

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“What happened again?” Sirius asks, brows furrowed as he listens intently. 

Remus had gone back to the Gryffindor dormitory after what had happened, deciding it's better to apologize than sit being lonely and pitying himself. He popped a piece of caramel into his mouth before answering. “He can't touch iron. It burned him. It was the strangest thing…”

“Maybe the rumour is true then?” Peter pipes up from where he's editing the map, seated on his bed with Sirius.

“What rumour?” James asks, throwing the golden snitch up in the air and catching it boredly. “The rumour that he's a half-breed.” Peter answers, wincing when he realizes what he said. “Sorry Moony.”

Remus waves him off, honestly used to it at this point. He has to ponder that thought for a moment. What kind of half-breed would Effie be? Surely not a werewolf, that had already been ruled out long ago. Not a centaur either…

“That is very useful information, wormtail! Good job!” Sirius chirps with a grin, reaching over to ruffle the blonde's hair. Peter swats him away playfully. 

That makes Remus a little nervous. Knowing Sirius, it couldn't be anything good. He thought about piping up, telling them it might just be better to leave him alone, but thought better of it. It couldn't be that bad, nothing more than a harmless prank like they do with Severus. The incident at the lake had been a bit too much in his opinion, but if he didn't speak up then what good would it do now? His friends weren't as terrible as Snape attempted to imply, surely. 

“We should do something during dinner tomorrow then, teach him how the hierarchy works here.” James suggests, plotting. “Maybe pour some pumpkin juice on him for good measure.”

Sirius hums in agreement, reaching over to snag a piece of candy from Remus. “I reckon you're correct, Prongs. Scare him straight.” He jokes, a chuckle rippling through the group. Remus gives a half-hearted chuckle, because honestly it wasn't that funny.

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October 11th, 1976. Inside the Great Hall, 6:32 pm. 

Severus was beginning to think James and his posse had nothing better to do than torment him. They kept looking over at the Slytherin table, with that annoyingly plotting expression. Surely they had something planned, and he couldn't even try to relax. It was exhausting, being so tightly strung all the time. He just wished, for once, that he was able to relax. Hell, he couldn't even relax at home so it comes as no surprise that he can't relax here either. It was disappointing, in all honesty. But it was typical. 

“They keep lookin' over here.” Effie pipes up beside him, quietly. “Should we just leave? Better to avoid them right?”

Severus hums thoughtfully. It might be, but Mulciber said he needed to speak with the both of them after dinner so he shook his head, thinking better of it. “No, our housemates won't be pleased if we did.” He shrugged, picking at his food. It was unappetizing on a good day, days like this were worse. Days where he didn't want to eat, where he just felt as if it was a waste of time. 

He felt his friend stiffen beside him, going to glance over before he stiffened in turn at who was standing in front of them. Sirius Black, the absolute mutt, was smirking down at the both of them, a pretentious raise to his chin. “Hello snakes, enjoying a meal?”

“Fuck off, Black. Run back to your table with your tail between your legs.” Severus sneers. He feels smug when he sees Sirius' jaw twitch.

“Can it Snivellus, I simply wished to have a word with your friend.” He purrs condescendingly. 

Effie raises a brow in turn, tipping his head to the side. “I just wanted to welcome you to Hogwarts, old chap! Hopefully you aren't too… tied up with studies?”

Effie doesn't answer, instead choosing to just stare. His, and Severus', brows furrow when Sirius reaches for his wand. “Let's see if you are.” He says, throwing a hex Severus had never heard of and aiming it at Effie. A chain was summoned, coiling around him and pinning his arms against his sides like a snake squeezing its prey. Effie's eyes widened, teeth baring in a pained hitch of breath as his skin began to sizzle.

Iron. 

Severus froze, watching his friend fall to the floor and writhe with a pained whimper as he attempted to wriggle free of the chains hold as it coiled around his throat. People began looking over as Sirius laughed loudly, picking up a goblet of pumpkin juice. “Oh no! We should put it out quickly before you get hurt!” He snickers, throwing the drink on the Slytherin student. 

Severus dropped down, pulling at the chain as his breath picked up. No, no no no no not in front of everyone! Not here, not now! Was all he could think, throwing various charms and spells at the enchanted chain to no avail. 

People began laughing, pointing as they watched, thinking it was a joke. Finding entertainment in the way Effie was flailing like a fish out of water. 

“Severus it burns-” He choked out, tears in his eyes as smoke began steaming from the red hot chains. It was when he began shouting in pain that people began seeing it wasn't as funny as they thought. Sirius stood there, a sickening smirk on his face as he watched. 

“Pads I think that's enough.” Severus could hear James say, but that wasn't what he was focusing on right now. He was focused on the way Effie's skin was sizzling and burning because some pretentious prick thought it would be funny.

A professor comes over, McGonagall he thinks, to help. A quick spell gets the chains to loosen enough for Severus to pull them free, hands shaking as he fights against the urge to touch the burns. “Back to your tables! All of you!” The headmistress shouts just as Dumbledore attempts to get the situation under control. 

Severus casts a frantic glance around, his gaze sticking to a head of fiery hair and dark skin. Lily Evans was watching, horror dawning on her face. Severus felt a burning rage, a want to shout at her that this?! This was what she tolerated from a boy she claimed to hate?! 

Everything was a blur, Severus couldn't breathe, he couldn't speak, he simply ran after madam Pomfrey as she took Effie away. He couldn't allow that, he needed him, he needed him damn it!

He hadn't registered he'd been crying until he was sitting at Effie's bedside, staring at the various bandages encircling his arms and throat. The potions were working slowly, Poppy having wrapped the burn wounds to keep them clean in the meantime. Severus felt so… numb. He couldn't believe this was happening. The rumours that would spread like wildfire, even when he himself didn't know the truth. He didn't know what to do. 

He flinched when a soft, gentle hand cupped his cheek. “Don't cry…” Effie mumbled, vocal cords crackling from his injury. “I can't stand to see you cry.”

He couldn't help it. The tears flowing forth no matter how hard he tried as he was pulled into the bed with his friend, despite Poppy's earlier warnings. He curled up against his friend like a child, fearful of what would happen. He was supposed to be the one comforting Effie, not the other way around. It would have been funny, if not for why he was in the infirmary. Severus was so mad, a burning rage boiling beneath his skin. If the teachers didn't do anything after seeing this? He'd have to take matters into his own hands.