Memories of a Prince
A/N: This story is about Snape's life from his birth to his death. Each Chapter will be a year from his life. Which may end up in extremely long chapters, but bare with me as I get it all sorted.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the Characters from it.
Chapter 1 – The Prince is born.
It was the ninth of January 1960 and the snow swirled around the small Muggle hospital where Eileen Snape (Nee, Prince) laid on a bed grunting as the pains of her contractions became closer together. In the shadows on the far side of the room her Husband, Tobias Snape, watched with mingled disgust and fascination. A mid wife entered the room and wrote something on a clipboard that she held in her hands.
"It's almost time Eileen, That's a girl, keep breathing." The midwife told her in soft, caring tones. Eileen's pale skin was flushed a bright red as the midwife positioned her in preparation for the birth. Indignant as the position was, Tobias moved closer, staring down at his wife over his hooked nose with a guarded expression.
Eileen let out a piercing scream as she entered the final stages of labour. Her breathing increased into sharp short breaths, her face broke out in sweat that shone in the harsh light of the hospital room. She screamed again as a wrinkly head appeared from between her legs. She gave a final push and a high pitched scream and then she was silent. The only noise now that filled the room was the cries of her new born.
"Congratulations; Its a boy." The midwife smiled and placed the baby on her chest, it stopped crying as Eileen cradled it to her chest, tear leaking from the corner of her eyes.
"What will you name him?" The midwife asked kindly and Eileen looked up, beaming with pride and pleasure.
"Severus," She said in a choked voice and through the sobs of joy. "Severus Snape.
Tobias said nothing as he stared down at his son. He turned on heel and left the room, leaving Eileen cuddling Severus to her chest, as though she would never let him leave her sight.
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"Shut that fucking thing up!" Tobias roared from the bed as Eileen tended to a crying Severus, trying to pacify him with a bottle of warm milk.
"Don't yell," she shouted back, but instantly she regretted it as Tobias rose from the bed. He leapt towards her, swinging a fist into the side of her face. Eileen fell backwards, Severus falling from her arms. She hit the floor and the bottle of milk rolled away. Severus screamed louder from the pain and shock of his sudden impact with the floor. Tobias rounded on his screaming son, Eileen, realising what was about to happen, threw herself in front of him, coping Tobias's foot in her stomach. Bleeding and battered, Eileen pulled Severus into her body and got shakily to her feet. Tobias glared at her as she exited the room with her crying baby. Out in the hall way she found a ratty blanket in a wardrobe and headed to the lounge room, she placed Severus down on the couch next to her and laid down, wrapping the ratty blanket around them, sobbing as she wiped her bleeding nose on the back of her already dirty night wear. Severus had calmed down, now that he was out of his father's presence and had fallen asleep on the pillow. Eileen stroked his head, which was starting to sprout black hair as she settled down, trying to escape the horror that she would not find a reprieve from, not even her dreams let her escape the abuse of her husband.
A/N: Sorry this chapter is short but they will eventually lengthen as Snape grows older.
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