Title: Calm Before The Storm
Author: Cheese and Crackers
Date Written: July 31st 1:15am to 1:27am. Occasionally revised for mistakes and other things.
Characters: Severus Snape, Eileen Prince-Snape, Tobias Snape
Prompt: Write a story about one of the Harry Potter character's life before the Harry Potter series. Any character can be used except the trio and the Weasleys.
Silence. Like the calm before a storm. When everything is still and animals seem to be fleeing in a certain direction.
The stillness broke. A scream sounded throughout a rundown house on Spinner's End. The scream had issued from a relatively plain-looking woman, who just had a vase thrown at her by an irate, drunken husband.
In a room near the back of the home, a small boy with a slightly prominent nose and black hair lay curled in a ball underneath his covers with his hands over his ears. It was a position the young child often took under these circumstances.
Another piercing scream. Crying. The boy whimpered. Yelling. Anger. Sadness. Words that could often describe the atmosphere of this so-called home.
It was late. The boy was tired, but couldn't get to sleep. He scrunched his eyes shut and tried to block out the horrible sounds he was forced to hear. He couldn't.
All was quiet again. The boy hoped it would stay that way. Suddenly, the door to his bedroom was opened. The boy stilled, praying it was his mother.
The figure approached his bed, but he couldn't see the form's shape through the thin sheets, it was too dark. Suddenly, weight descended upon the bed, and the covers were pulled down from over his head.
The woman smiled at the little boy, ignoring the current pain she was in. It wouldn't do to scare him.
The boy smiled in happiness that it was his mother, and not his horrid father. The boy reached out, tears still falling down his face, and let himself be settled into his mother's lap. She rocked him to sleep, singing softly.
The boy soon fell asleep and the mother placed him upon the bed, covering him up with the sheets and kissing his forehead. She brushed some dirty black locks out of his face and left the room, heading to her room for night of painful and uncomfortable sleep.
The street of Spinner's End was quiet. For now.
-Fin
Hmmm...I don't normally write things this dark. I hope it was good.