Heavy raindrops pounded the ground outside as Severus Snape leaned against the window frame, watching as the lightening lit up the night sky. Instinctly, he placed his hand over the hideous mark on his arm. Even after all these years, the sight still caused his stomach to churn as the memory of that night in his seventh year flashed before his eyes.

"I need a place to get away. I need a place to get away. I need . . a place. . . to get away."