PROLOGUE
A boy follows his mother around, both making their way out of a cab and into a train station.
He hates the excessive noise around him; the handshakes and hugs, the laughter, the waves and tears as trains depart. With practiced ease, developed throughout his childhood, he enters that world of his own where the only path is a tunnel towards his destination, the only sounds that reverberate in his head are his mother's shoes clicking on the floor; and even this sounds distant, like a clock's perfect rhythm in an otherwise silent house.
It won't be long, now, he tells himself. I… We… are almost there.
His mother is mostly silent, which is a blessing of sorts; they never did really have much to talk about. Not even concerning this trip, the first of many he can't wait to make; it's all very polite, very… curt… between them. It's almost professional.
I should call her Boss.
Mother Boss, Master Mom.
What is this 'Prince' a princess of?
Nothing.
A snort leaves his lips, breaking his focus for a second. His hair covers most of his expressions and his mother is far too busy counting pillars as they go along to notice. The boy makes a mental note to write that down as soon as he can; as soon as he's through that column. It sends shivers down his spine at first sight; exhilaration is not something he's used to.
She nods firmly, indicating he should go first. His mother looks reassuring (and he can count on fingers how many times that happened since he was born), hands solemnly joined where her womb should be. They may be barely amicable, yet he can't help but admire that presence of hers now and then. There is still some pride inside.
Severus Snape's heart doesn't really miss a beat on it. He aims for the column; closes his eyes as he speeds for it, his last memory of the station being the stupid Muggles looking away as they approach it. He half expects his mother to follow him, but it doesn't really matter if she does.
He's home.
AUTHOR NOTES: I was asked for Snapeoetry. I'm really sorry. Yeap, that pretty much sums it all up. Find out more about Snape's sensitive side as he journeys with his undying love, speeding towards Hogwarts.
(Yes, this means there will be other chapters. You don't have to come back, though... Snapeoetry is not for the faint of heart, and it's only going downhill from this...)
Special thanks for my forum friends, for providing excellent accommodation as this story unfolds…