Severus Snape was a small 9-year-old child, born to Logan and Mercedes Snape. Logan Snape was a man of 43, slick, oily black hair, all hanging over his face. You could barely see his eyes, which were a dark, steely gray. He was a tall man, very strong, and was definitely someone you did not want to cross paths with. He had a strange power over people. If you looked into his eyes, he had you under his power, his eyes were very hypnotic. He was deep into the dark arts, and was all for the purification of the wizarding race. He was very much in favor of killing all those who were not pureblood wizards, like himself. Logan Snape was just waiting for that one dark wizard to spark the war between the purebloods and those who were non-purebloods.
Mercedes Snape was a beautiful woman in her mid-thirties, with long light-brown hair, down to about 3 or 4 inches below her shoulders, and had beautiful blue-green eyes. She was not short, but yet not too tall either, around five foot, five inches. She was the kind of woman that everyone knew and loved, even though they all hated her husband. She was very kind, intelligent, and not in favor of pureblood purification of the wizarding race. In fact, she had almost married a muggle, but had been forced into marrying Logan Snape by her father, Maximillan Weathersworth, a former Potions professor at Hogwarts.
Logan Snape was not only an abuser of his magical powers, but was also an abuser of his wife and son. He would always start yelling at Mercedes at the dinner table. He would flip the table over in rage, and start to shout in her face. Severus would try to stop them, but his father would just tell him to get away. One time, Severus had actually been thrown across the dining room by his father when he would not leave them alone. Severus had been abused as a child, and there was only one thing that he could look forward to. That was going to Hogwarts. That would happen in two years, and Severus could not wait. He knew that he would not be sorted into Hufflepuff like his mother was, but instead into Slytherin where his father had once been.
Severus never had the experience of having friends. Nobody in his neighborhood was like him. They liked to go outside, whereas he just wanted to stay inside. Severus spent the majority of his life inside, sheltered from the outside world. He had one person that he could call a friend. That was a girl his age named Haley MacMillan. She would visit him every once in a while ever since he let slip one of his darkest secrets in front of a group of young witches and wizards. But Haley was different than them. She was just like him. The reason nobody wanted to hang around him, was because he believed the same things his father believed. He thought all non-purebloods were worthless scum. Haley thought this too, being from a pureblood family like he was. Perhaps that was why they got along so well. He did not know why he thought this way. He supposed it was just because his father had raised him that way. He kept these thoughts away from his mother and father as much as possible.
He was afraid of his mother finding out he believed in pureblood superiority. He knew it would disappoint her so much, which he did not want to do. He knew she already wanted to leave the family and go away forever, for he had heard her say that to his father before. Severus really loved his mother, and deep down inside, actually had a little bit of feelings for all muggles and muggle-borns. He did not want his father to know either. He was afraid that if his father were to find out about his thoughts, then his father would try to make Severus be just like him. Severus did not want to be anymore like his father than he already was.
Severus awoke early on morning to the sound of his parents yelling at each other, which was a pretty normal thing in the Snape household. "Did I tell you you could do that?" his father screamed at his mother.
"It's my life! I'll do what I feel like! I do not have to listen to you!" she yelled back.
"You obey MY rules when you are living under MY roof!" he screamed back at her.
"Our house, Logan! It's our house!" she yelled back. By this time, Severus was getting very scared. His mother had never stood up for herself like this before.
"You wouldn't even be living in this lovely house if I hadn't worked so hard for my family!" his father continued to yell at his mother, Mercedes.
"Are you saying I don't do anything for this family?" she asked his father.
"Yes, that's exactly what I was saying!" he answered.
"FINE! Then I guess you don't need me here!" she yelled back.
Severus heard a loud crack, and knew she was gone. She had always threatened to leave, but she had never actually done so. Severus did not know what to do. He was only a nine-year-old child. He went down the stairs into the kitchen to see his father sitting there, looking semi-depressed. This was the first time he had ever seen his father acting like this. "What's wrong dad?" he asked his father, who now had his face in his hands.
"Your mother has left us," he told Severus, trying not to look sad. But Severus could tell that his father was depressed and saddened by his mother leaving.
"Is she coming back?" Severus asked him.
"I'm afraid not, son," he told Severus.
Tears rolled down his face, he had never felt this sad before. He had never felt this much emotion overwhelm him in his whole life. He had always been a tough little boy, who never showed his emotions, quite like his father. Severus ran to his room and jumped onto his bed. He laid there in his bed thinking about what he had just heard, tears flowing down his face like Niagra Falls. He had never thought that his mother would actually just leave him forever. She didn't even say good-bye to him. He vowed that from that day forward, he would never let anybody get the best of him, and that he would get revenge on his parents.
He knew that his mother probably wanted to say good-bye to him, but his father probably stopped her from getting anywhere near him. He knew his mother loved him, and he loved her too. But why would she just leave him if she really did love him? There was only one answer. His parents never actually loved him. But then why wouldn't they get rid of him sooner? He had no answers left in his mind. He didn't know why his life had to be so complicated. He just wished that one day he would have a life of his own, where he would be in charge and be able to think how he wanted to, say what he wanted to, and do what he wanted to, without anybody telling him he wasn't allowed to do anything fun. His mother had never let him touch a wand or do any sort of magic, whereas his father always let him learn new magical things. He had a feeling that with his mother gone, he could become the most powerful wizard ever.
Mercedes Snape was a beautiful woman in her mid-thirties, with long light-brown hair, down to about 3 or 4 inches below her shoulders, and had beautiful blue-green eyes. She was not short, but yet not too tall either, around five foot, five inches. She was the kind of woman that everyone knew and loved, even though they all hated her husband. She was very kind, intelligent, and not in favor of pureblood purification of the wizarding race. In fact, she had almost married a muggle, but had been forced into marrying Logan Snape by her father, Maximillan Weathersworth, a former Potions professor at Hogwarts.
Logan Snape was not only an abuser of his magical powers, but was also an abuser of his wife and son. He would always start yelling at Mercedes at the dinner table. He would flip the table over in rage, and start to shout in her face. Severus would try to stop them, but his father would just tell him to get away. One time, Severus had actually been thrown across the dining room by his father when he would not leave them alone. Severus had been abused as a child, and there was only one thing that he could look forward to. That was going to Hogwarts. That would happen in two years, and Severus could not wait. He knew that he would not be sorted into Hufflepuff like his mother was, but instead into Slytherin where his father had once been.
Severus never had the experience of having friends. Nobody in his neighborhood was like him. They liked to go outside, whereas he just wanted to stay inside. Severus spent the majority of his life inside, sheltered from the outside world. He had one person that he could call a friend. That was a girl his age named Haley MacMillan. She would visit him every once in a while ever since he let slip one of his darkest secrets in front of a group of young witches and wizards. But Haley was different than them. She was just like him. The reason nobody wanted to hang around him, was because he believed the same things his father believed. He thought all non-purebloods were worthless scum. Haley thought this too, being from a pureblood family like he was. Perhaps that was why they got along so well. He did not know why he thought this way. He supposed it was just because his father had raised him that way. He kept these thoughts away from his mother and father as much as possible.
He was afraid of his mother finding out he believed in pureblood superiority. He knew it would disappoint her so much, which he did not want to do. He knew she already wanted to leave the family and go away forever, for he had heard her say that to his father before. Severus really loved his mother, and deep down inside, actually had a little bit of feelings for all muggles and muggle-borns. He did not want his father to know either. He was afraid that if his father were to find out about his thoughts, then his father would try to make Severus be just like him. Severus did not want to be anymore like his father than he already was.
Severus awoke early on morning to the sound of his parents yelling at each other, which was a pretty normal thing in the Snape household. "Did I tell you you could do that?" his father screamed at his mother.
"It's my life! I'll do what I feel like! I do not have to listen to you!" she yelled back.
"You obey MY rules when you are living under MY roof!" he screamed back at her.
"Our house, Logan! It's our house!" she yelled back. By this time, Severus was getting very scared. His mother had never stood up for herself like this before.
"You wouldn't even be living in this lovely house if I hadn't worked so hard for my family!" his father continued to yell at his mother, Mercedes.
"Are you saying I don't do anything for this family?" she asked his father.
"Yes, that's exactly what I was saying!" he answered.
"FINE! Then I guess you don't need me here!" she yelled back.
Severus heard a loud crack, and knew she was gone. She had always threatened to leave, but she had never actually done so. Severus did not know what to do. He was only a nine-year-old child. He went down the stairs into the kitchen to see his father sitting there, looking semi-depressed. This was the first time he had ever seen his father acting like this. "What's wrong dad?" he asked his father, who now had his face in his hands.
"Your mother has left us," he told Severus, trying not to look sad. But Severus could tell that his father was depressed and saddened by his mother leaving.
"Is she coming back?" Severus asked him.
"I'm afraid not, son," he told Severus.
Tears rolled down his face, he had never felt this sad before. He had never felt this much emotion overwhelm him in his whole life. He had always been a tough little boy, who never showed his emotions, quite like his father. Severus ran to his room and jumped onto his bed. He laid there in his bed thinking about what he had just heard, tears flowing down his face like Niagra Falls. He had never thought that his mother would actually just leave him forever. She didn't even say good-bye to him. He vowed that from that day forward, he would never let anybody get the best of him, and that he would get revenge on his parents.
He knew that his mother probably wanted to say good-bye to him, but his father probably stopped her from getting anywhere near him. He knew his mother loved him, and he loved her too. But why would she just leave him if she really did love him? There was only one answer. His parents never actually loved him. But then why wouldn't they get rid of him sooner? He had no answers left in his mind. He didn't know why his life had to be so complicated. He just wished that one day he would have a life of his own, where he would be in charge and be able to think how he wanted to, say what he wanted to, and do what he wanted to, without anybody telling him he wasn't allowed to do anything fun. His mother had never let him touch a wand or do any sort of magic, whereas his father always let him learn new magical things. He had a feeling that with his mother gone, he could become the most powerful wizard ever.