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This is Snape's childhood diary.

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Disclaimer: I don't (unfortunately) own the HP characters, I'm just borrowing them for a bit.

Dear Diary

I expected it to be another uneventful day today.

Mum and dad had another fight last night. My father had thrown my mother across the room, well, that's what I can tell by the state of the kitchen.

My mother must of hexed him multiple times, and my father punched her many times. Like most other nights.

I step over pieces of broken chair, and walk over to the fridge. It's the only functioning appliance in our kitchen. Probably because it is too big to throw.

My father is lying on the floor, asleep with a slow trickle of blood coming from his temple. Well, the fights have been worse.

I have no idea where my mother is, but she'll be back tonight to hex my father again

I don't go to help him. He never helps me when I'm in certain situations.

I open the grimy fridge and find some old rotting vegetables, bread, beer and some meat that I'd rather not touch. I grab some of the bread, a jacket and head out to the park. That park is more of my home than my house.

I like this park, as it's so old, graffiti covered and damaged, only very few people come here, and those are mostly the teenagers who come and smoke and
do graffiti. But that's only in the evening.

You should not mess with them

It's quiet, peaceful, and I can have my own time. Alone

Flashback

A picture of us, standing on the beach all in swimsuits, holding ice cream,

we are all smiling and waving. I was only four at the time.

Another picture of when we went camping in the mountains.

We were sitting by the campfire, roasting marshmallows.

All pictures of us doing fun things. As a family.

''Severus, Severus! What are you doing! What is this!'' It's my father.

He snatches up the album and looks at the photos.

''Can I have it back please, dad?''

''No Severus! These times are gone! Now get to your room! I don't want to see you!''

he shouted as he threw the album into the fire.

The flames roar, and I see the edges of the photos curl and blacken.

My father slaps me very hard and storms into the kitchen, probably to open another beer.

I run up into my room before the tears start to slip from my eyes.

That album was the only proof that once we were a happy family.

I lie in bed for hours, not sleeping

That next morning, I go back down to the living room.

There are some cracks in the walls that I had never seen before, and the tattered, threadbare armchair is flipped over on its side.

Another fight.

I step over to the fire, which is now reduced to only a few glowing embers.

I bend down and spot, in the grate, a small piece of paper.

I look at it, and see a small picture of us, when we went skiing in the mountains, one Christmas.

I pocket this picture. It's the last one.

I leave my small spot behind the bushes, and sit on a swing. This is basically my summer holidays.

Before school ended, I heard people talking about visiting other cities, camping, and even visiting other countries.

I wonder what I will tell the children at school when I get back. I will have to make up something. Something fun.

''Come of Lily! let's play! Come!'' I duck out of sight, because sometimes when people see me, they laugh. At me.

Two girls, the older one of the two with long, brown hair, and the younger one with red.

They ran and went on the see-saw, laughing as they went up and down. If only I had a sibling.

If I had a sibling, I could laugh and play with them. I would help them through their childhood, and then, we would go off to Hogwarts. Hogwarts. I cannot wait.

After the see saw, the red haired girl went on a slide, while the other went onto the swings.

Keeping out of sight, I walk towards the slide, where the red-haired girl Lily is.

''Hello there. My name is Severus, what's yours?'' I know I sound awful. I haven't introduced myself to somebody in a long time

'' My name is Lily. I think your clothes are weird.'' Okay, I think she's right. My clothes are dark and dirty. Not like most kids' colorful outfits.

Her sister came up the slide and looked me over. ''You smell really bad do you know, come on Lily, we need to go.''

And with that she took her sister's hand and walked off.

I don't know how I knew, but I knew she was different to the other muggles. Different to even her sister

Was she like me? A wizard? I wonder if she knows that she could be different. I think she just needs somebody to tell her.

And I plan to be that person.

Author's note:

I really hope you enjoyed this story

I will try to upload between 1 and 1 and a half weeks, as I am also writing another story.

Please review, it really makes my day reading them.

Until next time

Leila :)