Heretic (Book 1: Drown) Severus Snape x OC fanfic

Prologue: Revival

The aftermath of Angelique's dangerous past has come into fruition. She has finally awaken from her slumber, but returns to this plane of existence as a different girl. Her age has been reversed, her mind has been enlightened, and her heart no longer beats. Angelique will soon learn that she can't run away anymore, that she can no longer break the rules and get away without feeling any remorse or guilt. This is the beginning of the girl who died.

Life is like a river with endless streams. Endless outcomes, but there will always be one that ultimately leads into a much bigger ocean of possibilities. That some endings are more likely to come true compared to others. In this story, everyone's role begins to falter and shift as one vital character manages to exist. In a chance of more than a million, she will lead everyone's future into the most unlikely endings of them all. This singular speck of life will divert an entire current away from the roaring tides of fate.

Jolting violently from her resting place, she felt gallons of water sloshing around her, afraid she might drown until she felt two strong arms wrap themselves around her, and suddenly she wasn't drowning anymore. She was in a dark room, of glistening onyx, a group of people surrounding her. The pair of arms pulled her in with a deathly grip that punched the wind from her aching stomach. As a matter of fact her entire body was sore, every muscle in her body heavier than she remembered. She felt a rush of alertness begin to overwhelm her as she tried to make sense of her environment.

"You're back," a woman's voice breathes into her neck, unable to completely process what was happening she couldn't find the right words to ask or say as this stranger held her so tightly, "after all this time, you're back from the void. I thought we had lost you, oh starlight."

Dear circe, has it been so long that she's forgotten the sound of her own aunt's voice? Calmly, void of any panic or anxiety or innate need for comfort she gradually returns the hug until both of them are entangled with one another. Warmth began to gradually return to Angelique's cold soaked body.

"I can't have been gone for that long..." Angelique whispers, mostly to herself still disoriented from her return, unaware of the drastic change, but more concerned with why she wasn't in a frenzied panic. Her vision was still adjusting and the feeling of her limbs returning felt foreign as she curled and uncurled her fingers. Her aunt kept brushing through her wet and matted hair. Trying her best to not tug too hard on a tough tangle.

"Raquelle remove yourself from my daughter" a voice Angelique most definitely recognized spoke out of turn. She casts a shadowy frown to her mother in the room who donned her ever ethereal attire, long wispy pieces of silk draped over her head, the gold intricate embroidery glimmering against the rich iridescent fabric of her gown. Her unmistakable mismatched color eyes looking at them with indifference, as always.

"You actually sent me to the void. You actually brought me back to life." Angelique muttered, pulling herself off the enormous marbled bed, immediately regretting it as she nearly fell on herself. Her mother still not in the least bit concerned as she remained seated in her chair with a steaming cup of herbal tea in hand

"It would have been nice to know you would send me here if I died." Angelique seethes bitterly

"If you would stop refusing to use your gift, perhaps you would have expected this to happen..." Of course her mother had to argue with her tone remaining unsettlingly calm, "...I saw no need for you to know. I foresaw you to venture forward. So I acted accordingly."

Spitefully Angelique retaliates with a bitter glare, "Because you know everything, don't you m'an?"

Yet her mother remained unfazed taking another sip of her tea, completely unbothered. Before Angelique could get another word in, Racquelle reached for her face. Upon meeting with her worry ridden eyes, Angelique's expression softened. Her aunt that touched her so delicately looked older, more worn than she remembered. Angelique wondered if anybody stayed by her side all those years. She imagined her aunt and godmother were the only people who were worried over her well being. As opposed to her mother who forever remained aloof. Raquelle peered into Angelique's own mismatched eyes, raging pink hue on the left, and a bursting yellow shade on the right side. Her jaw nearly dropped as she whispered woefully, "Angelique, your fleeting..."