Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter or anything from that universe. At all. If I did, I definitely would not have killed off certain characters in Deathly Hallows. (sniffle sob)
A/n: Ok. So this a challenge set by Eraina. I won't give the details of the challenge but I will tell you more about it at the beginning of the next chapter. This chapter is supposed to be sort of vague and mysterious to start off, but stick with me. All will be explained. This chapter will be exceptionally short, but I repeat. Stick with me and wait for the next chapter. Trust me.
Chapter 1
There was barely a shave off the full moon. The night after the true full moon. The night after a night filled with horror and pain and fury that no one could have imagined. They couldn't imagine any of it unless it had happened to them. Unless they too had that kind of an experience every time the full moon rose into the night sky to induce such agony and devastation.
Unless they too, were a werewolf.
Had he anticipated the way that night some time ago, had come to pass, it was likely he would have made a very different set of choices. He would not have sided with the darkness. Now that he had, and he was here, he could see that the decision to do everything to save himself ended in the destruction of his own life.
Not long after he'd made the decision to side with the darkness, the darkness had rejected him, betrayed him and left him to die. He'd been bitten by a werewolf. A werewolf who was supposed to be an ally, no less. Last night was the first full moon since.
Unfathomable was a good way to describe it. He wasn't sure he could've ever imagined exactly what it would be like. Now that he knew, he wished with all his soul that he had never found out in the first place.
It was nearly mid-afternoon. He was seated in an old, creaking wood chair in a deserted and derelict building on the edge of town. He held his tattered cloak close on his bony shoulders. As he looked down at his hands, all the fresh cuts and bruises stood out in stark contrast against his pale skin. He understood how people who were werewolves were often so scarred.
He understood a lot of things now, he noted bitterly. More than he cared to admit and much more then he ever wanted to understand.
Yes, unfathomable, he decided, really was an excellent way to describe it all.
Unfathomably, Severus Snape was a werewolf.
A/n: Whoa! Did you guess who it was before the last sentence? Anyways, keep a weather eye out for chapter 2, coming real soon, because it'll really get things going…!!!