I Don't Own Harry Potter A/U No SLASH
First FanFiction, Let Me Know If You Like It
Chapter 1: Something Worries Him
Thirteen year old Severus quietly walks down the corridors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry running slim fingers thru shoulder length black hair. The corridors have long been deserted and the students peacefully asleep in the dormitories. Peace is as elusive as a snake for Severus. He is unable to come up with a solution to his problem, no matter how hard he tries. He is not a typical thirteen year old student and his problems are not the usual ones most teenagers worried about.
This boy worries because in two weeks the end of term will be here and summer holidays would begin again. He doesn't want to go home. Summer is always too long and painful. He had begged the Headmaster to let him stay at Hogwarts, but that didn't help. Severus cringes as his mind wanders and he recalls his previous "summer vacation."
"Severus you better get your skinny ass down here now and get me my drink" yells Tobias, my alcoholic father.
I limp down the stairs and hurry as fast as I can, barely managing to hold my aching and bleeding body up. Blood has already congealed against my dirty and torn clothes and I know that I resemble a homeless beggar in my own home. Yet I remember to walk with my head high and pride in my bearing despite the limping.
My mother's words ringing in my mind, "Severus Tobias Snape, remember you are of the Princes, and come from a long line of powerful witches and wizards. Always hold your head high and never forget that you are my son and something to be proud of." I limp as close as I dare to Tobias, stretching out my bloody fingers to hand him his drink.
Before I can move out the way the bastard ruthlessly grabs my fingers and squeezes them before jerking the bottle out of my hands. The movement does as the bastard hopes and sends me in range of his fist. The strike, as brutal as a charging bull, lands on my pale and shallow cheek.
"That's what you get for not bringing my drink faster, and now it's warm as piss and I'll have to waste my time teaching you your lessons" Tobias smirks.
I do not run because there is no point. I put on my mask of being unaffected. My thoughts are those of hopelessness and to me there are no better days, no painless tomorrows. As the blows continue to rain down I watch blood dripping down my body, and my mind detaches me from my prison of pain and takes me to the only comfort I have ever known. The simple thought of my angels name is all I need.
I am so deep in thought that I do not realize that my angel has become flesh before my eyes.
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