Title: Innocent Ideas
Author: Nesma
Summary: It's hard to predict the results of words and actions at such a young age. It's difficult to fathom that an idea formed without much logic or reasons at a young age will carry on through to adulthood. It's terrifying and exhilarating that the ideas and stories from childhood have such curious results in adulthood. And this could be no truer than with the case of Lily and Petunia Evans and Severus Snape.
A/N: Something new and drabble-esque. Reviews are welcomed.
Severus Snape hated the muggle boys in his school so so so much. He despised the way they made fun of his clothes. The way they openly pointed at his hair and laughed. He hated hiding in the bathrooms and classrooms during the recesses because of the teasing, pushing, shoving, and tormenting he went through. He absolutely hated muggle boys. The teachers never did anything, except try to hold back a smirk when the boys made a funny comment about Severus.
It wasn't as if Severus was stupid. He could tell how the other teachers looked down at his shabby clothes. He knew that they found him odd because of the magic bursts (though they didn't know he was magical). He couldn't stand the raised eye brows and the mirthless snickers that they let passed because, after all, he was Severus Snape.
It didn't help that his father was a muggle. A disgusting brute (in Severus' eyes) who deserved the absolute worse punishment (which, at the tender age of ten was the jelly-legged curse).
And Severus often dreamt of getting revenge on his bullies and teachers and father. He imagined his Richard Smith trembling in the corner as Severus put jinx after jinx after jinx on him. He often got lost in dreams in which former teachers would acknowledge their errors and admit that he was brilliant and smart and everything they weren't. And his father? Well, he was excited to leave the house in a year and only return once a year for the summer holidays.
Based on his limited logic he came to the conclusion that all muggles were terrible. And perhaps the idea of this new order, this 'pureblood only' was not a bad idea. At the age of ten, it's difficult to imagine the consequences of your beliefs; it's impossible to predict the agony and pain you've created just by adhering to a belief that appealed to you for whimsical reasons at the age of ten.