I do not own the Harry Potter book series, the characters, or anything else that J.K. Rowling created.

Severus Snape's thoughts from childhood to his death. This is my first fanfic with Snape, and my first ever fanfic that isn't in the Romance category so please excuse me if it's not good. Constructive criticism is welcome! I plan to write more fanfics outside of my usual genre and character sets so I'll need tons of help with writing them. Also, if anyone can help me with British words, that would be great! As of right now, the only British words I know are Mum, blimey, and rubbish.

For the first section, I guessed on an age and his home life.

-7 years old flashback-

Inside my small bedroom, dingy white walls and creaky wooden floors surrounded me, my small and lump filled bed squeaked under me. I could hear my dad shouting at my mum again. I couldn't really tell what they were arguing about. All I heard was yelling and crying, that was more than what I wanted to hear as it was.

This wasn't exactly new to me, I've heard this many times before. This was however, the first time that my parents didn't seem to care that I could hear. Before when they would fight, they would wait until after my bedtime and let the argument rise from a heated whisper to a shouting match. In the mornings after the fight, they would act like nothing was wrong. I would ask "Mum, why do you look so sad?" or "Dad, are you okay? You look down". But these efforts for a confession were in vain, they plastered on a fake smile in an instant and said "Oh nothing's wrong Sevy. Everything is fine. I promise"

Mum was rubbish at keeping secrets, and Dad was even worse at keeping promises. Mum's pale and narrow face told her every emotion. When Mum tried to hide a secret, she blushed and her eyes began wandering around as if she could see the perfect lie somewhere in the room. When she was angry, her face was entirely red and she looked like a wild boar ready to charge. Dad never kept any promises. He promised to get a better job. He promised to find us a better home. He promised to make Mum feel special everyday. He promised that I wouldn't have to wear his old clothes until I absolutely couldn't fit in them anymore. He promised a lot of things that never happened.

I pretended that the promise and lie were sincere and went on with my dull home life. I spent my days in the overgrown and weed filled backyard, squishing weeds and dead insects together to see what would happen. I looked at one of my mum's old textbooks and saw pictures of someone doing this same thing so I tried to do it too. Nothing ever happened though. Although I swear that when I dumped it out on the grass, it burned.

For some reason, Mum hides all of her school things. She never talks about it, doesn't have any pictures to show, and she acts like it's a big secret. I know there's something she's hiding though. One day, I found a long and rounded piece of wood on her nightstand. It wasn't a stick from the tree because this piece was perfectly round, smooth, and cut evenly at the ends. It also felt like there was something inside this piece. Not physically I mean, more like there was something powerful about this piece of wood. As if this small piece of wood was a living creature itself.

I held the piece of wood lightly in my hand and swished it quickly. I flew backwards into the wall and made everything in the room, and possibly more things in the house, fall to the floor. I stood up, trying to pick up everything while trying to get steady on my feet again. Mum ran into the room, gasping and looking at the wrecked room. "Severus! What...how...what happened?"

Mum looked at the stick in my hand and gasped, covering her mouth. "Severus! Where did you get this? This is my wa...something personal of mine. How did you get it?"

"It was on your nightstand Mum. I was wondering what it was"

"And when you played with it...this happened? Everything fell and the room shook?"

"Yes and it knocked me into the wall"

"Oh my goodness. You're a...oh no this can't be. Your father will...oh goodness"

"What Mum? What about me? What about Dad?"

She faked a smile, blushed and look around the room, "It's nothing dear. Go on and play. But never play with my things again, understand?"

"Yes Mum"