Why Does Everything Always Seem To Slip Away

By Bluedragoneye94

Dedicated to AlexSnape36

This is the preqeal to Second Chances Always Turn Into Sad Romances. I know I should of put this one up first, but it was kind of hard to when AlexSnape36 had the actual story. Lol. But here it is, so you all will know the backstory to my sequeal.

Disclaimer: If the characters belonged to me, would I seriously be sitting here making up a new story for them? I think not.

"Sometimes when your dreams are coming true, you forget that there's a chance for everything to slip away."

Finally, it was my last year. It wasn't that I didn't enjoy Hogwarts, I loved it. It's just that...I'm tired of being the smartest witch, yes smarter then that Evans girl. Ugh even saying her name puts a bad taste in my mouth. No it wasn't because she was a muggle-born, because secretly I am to. No it wasn't that she is a Gryffindor and me a Slytherin. It was because she got noticed. She got friends, a boyfriend...everything. It wasn't fair.

"Amelia, come on we've got to get going."

"I'm coming mum, just give me a minute!"

Taking one final look in the mirror, I signed. I'd never get noticed. In society's eyes I wasn't beautiful. Medium curly black hair, green eyes, glasses. No one would see though that, to the truth beyond it. Not even him. It was annoying. The fact that nothing could help me be noticed out of the crowd.

"Amelia!"

Snapping out of my thoughts, I grabbed my wand, bewitched my trunk so it would follow me and walked downstairs. "Sorry Mum, I was making a final check on things." Which was practically true...I was.

It's fine, just come on. You know I don't particularly like having you go to this school. I had hoped you'd become a lawyer, then that letter came and changed everything. It's..."

I rolled my eyes as I stood there listening to her ranting. Don't get me wrong, I love my mum. After all she is the woman that takes care of me, that helped me, and believed in me when I didn't believe in myself but still...it was quite annoying to hear her state what she wanted for me again and again.

"But I guess your brother will go into the family business. If the school doesn't want him to. Though I'm sure they will. Your brother would be an excellent studen..."

"Mum, not that I don't like standing here and listening to you, because trust me I do..." The sarcasm was rolling off my tongue so naturally I couldn't stop it. "But...don't we have a train to catch?"

"Oh yes, sorry sweetie let's go."

And with that, we was on our way to platform 9 3/4. Soon I'd be at school doing what I always did. Being alone as always. My gaze went up from my hands to the sky and closed. A silent prayer shooting though me. One that involved me asking that for once, he'd notice me. Just once. Shaking my head, and opening my eyes I sighed. The same prayer as always. It never happened though I continued to hope and pray that it would.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Snape's POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

My parents yells filled the air like always. I sighed. When I was little I'd run and hide, sometimes crying silently. Now though it was expected. Not wanted but expected. I hated my dad and somewhat even my mother.

My dad was a bloody no good for nothing git. Drank, barely worked and beat and/or cursed at me and my mum. It made no sense. My mom always treated him nicely, always did as he wanted and loved him yet he treated her like shit.

"Bloody Hell, Woman can't you do anything right?"

A slap could be heard across my house. My fists automatically clenched around my wand. Oh how I'd love to use one of my curses on him. I tried to one, but my mom stopped me. Her words silently replayed their message though my head.

"Severus no! He's your father! You're to respect him! Am I clear?"

Yes she was clear. But I can't respect someone like him. After all the hell I've been thought because of him, the last thing he deserved was my respect. He's lucky I allowed him to live.

"Severus, the train will be leaving soon. You need to hurry."

I took a final glance around my room. It's sad to say I never missed it when I leave. Of course I don't exactly like Hogwarts. It's impossible to when Potter and his immature friends are like they are. Potter...how I hated that name. The man who had it all. Looks, talent, and Lily...,my Lily.

"He doesn't deserve her. They bastard! She was my friend, and she was so close to being with me, but no...he had to come in."

By now my temper had rose. I grabbed onto my things and apparated to Kings Cross. this wouldn't be a good year. I could tell by the feelings that were rising inside of me. And Seventh year was suppose to be the best yet.

I realize this is short. I am sorry about that. But I am simply typing up what I have down on paper, so a lot of it could be very short. At least it's a story right? Any who, Read and Review if you wish.