Summary:
In the night when Lily dies, Severus' world collapses. Dumbledore sees a side of his young new teacher he had never expected.
Rating: T
Warning:
suicide, mentions of child abuse and self-harm in later chapters
can bee seen as (slightly) bashing Dumbledore and maybe slight AU
Author's Note:
Please note that English is not my native language.
Set before that conversation in the headmasters office.
Disclaimer:
Everything, that in some way sounds like JK Rowling (characters, plot, dialogues, etc.) belongs to her.
The mistakes (spelling, grammar, whatever) are mine, though. So, if you find some which escaped me, please send them back. I'll care for them.
How could I've been so blind?
Prologue
Dead. Gone. Faded from this world.
He was alone. No one left who really knew him. No one who could see his heart. No one who made his life worth living anymore.
Tears were running down his cheeks. He didn't care if someone saw him weak like this. They wouldn't be able to mock him. He would be dead later, follow here into whatever might lie beyond.
He took a knife and placed the blade right next to the other scar on his right wrist. He knew it wouldn't hurt, he had already done it once, fourteen years ago.
Yet he hesitated for a moment. He had left no note to explain this, no word to say goodbye. But who would care anyway? No one liked him, or trusted him. Not even Dumbledore. Why stay then? Or leave a note?
With this thoughts he cut, deep. He watched as the blood ran out of the wound. Quickly it formed a pool beneath his hand, which he had laid upon the desk, and trickled down on the floor.
A few seconds later everything went black and he passed out.
He didn't hear the knock on the door.
Next chapter will be on tomorrow, if nothing unexpected happens.