I debated whether to put this up because I mainly wrote it for my own amusement.  Oh well, it's still good.  Well, it's Snape's journal, I know it's overused but this one is still pretty good even though it's REALLY DEPRESSING most of the time=)  Yes, the first chapter is in third person.  Snape's still writing it.  I didn't make a mistake.  I don't make mistakes.  Except when I put up that one list of story challenges and it got taken off.  Come on, I'm not the first person who forgot to read that part.  And besides, I read someone else's who did that…well, no one cares, here ya go.

Severus was eight years old.  He was standing in the kitchen, wearing a long nightshirt with Quidditch brooms and Golden Snitches on it.  He looked older than eight, with shoulder-length floppy black hair and incredibly pale skin.  A woman with long, glossy black hair and a slightly glazed expression on her face was sitting at the kitchen table and staring into space.  There was a half-empty bottle of wine and an empty wine glass on the table in front of her.  Severus tugged on her lavender robes sleeve.  It took her a while to respond, but eventually she turned her head to look at him and smiled.

            "Hey, Sevi…whaddya want, sweetie?"

            "Why did you have to marry Glenn, mama?"  She closed her eyes and touched her hand to her forehead.

            "Oh, Severus, don't you realized that he saved us?  I've explained it to you a million times, but if you need to hear it again…" Her words were slurring together.  "Your old daddy beat us and yelled and kicked and screamed…then he left and we met Glenn and he was perfect.  He has a good job, so mommy can just…mommy can stay home with you, and he takes care of us…don't you love your new daddy, Sev?"  She was smiling with her whole mouth.  "Now go to bed, Severus."

            "I don't want to, mummy.  Can't I stay up a little later?"

            "It's 10 o'clock, Sevi.  Daddy's already asleep."

            "No, he's not."  She looked away from Severus and poured some more wine.

            "Go to BED, Severus!"

"Are you going to the bar again tonight, mummy?"

"I'm going out, Sev."

"Don't go, mummy."

"You're so sweet, Sevvie.  Now go to bed.  That would make me happy, Severus.  Don't you want me to be happy?  Nobody wants me to be happy…" Severus ran up the stairs to his bedroom and slammed the door shut.  He turned out the lights and crept into bed.  He pulled the covers over his head and closed his eyes.  He started to think of happy things, like his broomstick.  He was a really bad rider, but it was fun when he could get it to work.  He liked being up high.  He thought of the big pile of comic books that Glenn had bought him.  They were fun, even if they were from Glenn.  He heard the door creak open.  His body seized up. 

            "Sevi?"  It was a whisper.  Glenn.  The covers were pulled off from over his head.  He stared up at Glenn.  Glenn was still fully clothed.  "Hi, Sev.  Mind if I sit down?"  Glenn sat down on the bed next to him.  "Hey, Sev.  You're not tired, are you?  No.  You don't need too much sleep.  You're not like other little boys.  You're special, Severus."  Glenn put his arm around Severus.  "You need love.  Your old dad didn't love you.  He hurt you.  I'd never hurt you like that.  I love you, Severus.  Do you love me?"  Severus managed to get the words out.

            "Yes, daddy."

            "Good.  He was a bad man.  And your mother…I love her, but she can't take care of you.  She does bad things, and she doesn't give you the love you need.  I don't love her like I love you.  I love you the most."  Glenn smiled at Severus.  "People don't understand the way I love you.  That's why you can't tell them.  Our love is so, so special that nobody can know except us.  If your mummy asks why I was in here, what are you going to say?"

            "That…I had a bad dream."

            "What was it about, Sevi?"

            "My old dad hitting me."  Glenn embraced Severus.

            "Good.  You're a special boy, Severus.  And so smart.  You're the best little boy in the whole wide world."  Glenn started to take off his shirt.  Glenn didn't look like the pale, skinny Snapes.  He was buff and muscular, with blond sandy hair.  And he was Muggle-born.  "Remember, this is how daddies love their favorite little boys.  Do you want me to help you with your nightshirt?"