Title: Just for Now

Author: -Xx

Adapted From: Harry Potter

Main Characters: Severus Snape

Rating: T

Theme: Spiritual

Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this story, not Severus Snape and not Harry Potter; exclusively JK Rowling

It took time to build up strength both physical and mental but how long will this guilt stay? Why do the fates hate the man so?

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The potion master's room in Hogwarts was always small, dreary and cold. What inhabitant deserves to be stuffed into such a small desolate space? The potions master however was a thin pale man with long black greasy hair, a large beak like nose and dark penetrating eyes. This man was feared by all his students, pursued by the ministry's Auror and under the thumb of a great wizard, Albus Dumbledore not to mention the former servant of the Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort.

Knowing all of this, it shouldn't be a surprise that the potion master who occupied this room was in a continual state of depression. A depression so deep, he was unconscious at the bottom of his second bottle of fire whiskey. Severus Tobias Snape, a young man with quick reflexes and a brilliant analytical mind, was wasting away from depression. If someone let a dementor in, Severus Snape wouldn't even realize it.

Why was he this dishearten? Imagine, you grew up abused by your drunken father, unprotected by your mother and discarded by the one friend you had. Imagine that one friend left you because of one foolish yet foul slip of the tongue. Imagine that friend became the mate of the one who tormented you daily. The one who ganged up on you four to one. The one who hated you only because of the house you are in. The house that doesn't care for you in the first place. Imagine, by your slip of tongue you sent your former best friend to her doom. Imagine having to see the constant reminder of all of that for the rest of your life.

That was Severus Tobias Snape's hell. There was nothing he could see that was help so he succumbed to the temptations that lie at the bottom of the bottle of fire whiskey. Two bottles. Two bottles before he was in a drunken state where he passed out and sleep without any nightmares. Just tonight, no one will hunt his nights. His days maybe unsafe but at least at the bottom of the bottle he was safe, just for now.