Severus Snape, age 17, stared sadly at his cauldron. Why was his life so unfair? Why did Lily Evans not love her like he did? Why did James Potter and his group of friends constantly taunt him? His only escape from the world was the science of potion brewing. He loved the smell of wormswood and wolfsbane sprinkled upon the stomach acid of a hippogriff and dragon's blood potion. The cauldron felt cool and relaxing to the touch of his callused hands.
If only there were a potion that could make my life better. Severus thought. Why is life so unfair?
He laid on the floor and let out a heavy sigh. If only he had loyal friends that could see what he was going through, but no amount of magic could make that happen.
Teardrops run down
His sallow face
Why did he have to
Endure
Pain and Suffering?
The world is cruel
And shows him no mercy.
He sighs and thinks,
Why me?
Why is my only friend
A cauldron?
Black and unfeeling
He is alone
In the world
That doesn't care
For him.