Moving Severus
Severus doesn't like to change. He likes to stay the way he is, out of trouble, and ignoring how crappy his life is. So why is it so hard? SSRB Slash! Co Written by Lady Devonna
Alright people, a new story, but I'm still doing Greatest of the Hogwarts Four, don't worry. We lack any proper Severus/Reggie slash, don't we? This is dedicated to Lady Devonna! Love ya, lady! Not exactly what I've been promising to work on, but it's something! Anyone remember Snape's parents names? Tobias and Eileen or something?
Newton's First law of motion:
Every object persists in a state of rest or uniform motion in a straight line unless compelled to change that state by forces pressed upon it
PrologueSummer Time
Severus Snape had almost been excited about going to the small shack by the lake that summer. Almost. He had thought it would be secluded, and he could spend his time alone, sulking in the shade and ignoring his parents yelling. Instead he was confronted with the horrible truth.
There were two sides of the river. One was mostly forest, and their shack. And the other was rows and rows of summer homes for rich people. The shack was his uncles, who was slightly liked by Severus's great grandfather was given a small piece of his land, where the long dead grounds keeper shack was. Their uncle was not using it much, and asked Severus's father to use it this summer so it at least got to see a little life.
Severus didn't really see the point, though. This shack saw plenty of life. Of the spiders and raccoon sort.
In any case, his father had agreed, and here Severus was, looking at a rickety bridge that led over the river. The 'good' side had flowers by the bridge. Severus's side had weeds.
And, as if his summer wasn't sucking enough, Black had to get in the mix too. It seemed his family owned the summer home right across from their shack, Severus decided, when Sirius crossed the bridge yelling at him and punched him right in the nose.
That brat was there. The one younger then him. He was pulling on his older brother and demanding he stop ("What would the neighbors think!?"), but Black didn't listen, and continued to pummel him until he was satisfied. He dragged his baby brother back across the bridge and Snape lay there hiding his face and refusing to cry.
Why did God hate him so much?