Summary: This is the story of Severus Snape, from his first year at Hogwarts to his Death Eater days and beyond.
Disclaimer: Trust me, if I owned the Potterverse, I would not be here writing fics for you guys, I would be spending some quality time with Snape and Malfoy. xp Anysomething you don't recognize is probably mine.
AN: People are gonna be OOC, though I will make sure Snape has his snarky moments and Lucius will be a complete jerk most of the time. First few chapters are kinda dark, but things should lighten up a bit once he gets to Hogwarts. Not sure though, it's up to you guys if you want it to or not.
Warning: Yeah, um, not sure, but I think it's probably a strong T. You know, for language and overall evilness. I mean, come on, this is a Snape fic we're talking about. Some reference may be made to some of the books, i.e. he'll get bullied (OOtP) and he'll make up his own little spells and potions (HBP). sigh Oh, and one more thing—I ramble. Don't believe me? Ask one Lyssa Snape. She's got the best story EVER. It's called Snape Chronicles. You should go check it out. It makes mine look even more crappy, but hey.
Don't Laugh at Me: Hogwarts, Year One
By Ima Dark Lady
Chapter One
The Scottish coastline has always been a place of wonder. A troubled person could sit and watch for hours as the surf blasted away at the rocks. There is a place on the beach that is known by one boy alone—a boy who, like his retreat, is always alone. Though the boy was young, he had already seen much death and destruction. He attempted to escape it all by sitting in his cave over the water, but it was in vain.
The boy sitting in the darkness glanced at the sky and stood hurriedly. If he didn't hurry, his father would beat him home.
Tobias Snape was a man who stood for no nonsense. His word was the law and anyone found disobeying it would suffer serious consequences. He was a hard man and not even his wife, Eileen, could sway him. His presence evoked a sort of fearful respect in their neighborhood, as did most of the men from Spinner's End.
The long- black-haired boy jogged along the muddy river for a while before reaching the turn signaling his neighborhood. He slowed to a walk as he approached the river, and when he began to wade across he was barely moving so as to make no noise. He crept up the opposite bank and lay flat on his stomach, searching for any sign of life. Seeing none, he scurried across the street before coming to an abrupt stop in the alleyway. He paused, surveyed the street, ran across, hopped a dilapidated fence, and paused again in the next alley. He had just stepped onto the street when a yell broke the silence, followed quickly by a loud scream. He jumped back quickly, not wanting to be seen. He silently prayed to any deity who happened to be listening at the moment that he wouldn't be seen as the yells grew louder, and it had been a full twenty minutes before he could continue again.
Finally reaching a sign announcing Spinner's End, he hurried to the last house and silently opened the door. He crept down the hall and had made it halfway up the stairs before he was spotted.
"Severus Snape! Where have you been!" came the shrill, panicked voice of Eileen Snape.
"I was at the caves. Sorry," he mumbled. His onyx eyes widened fearfully. "He isn't here yet, is he?" he whispered.
"Not yet. But he's due any moment," she shuddered slightly, before sending her only son a small smile. "Why don't you run along upstairs? Don't stay up too late. I'm taking you into town tomorrow to celebrate your birthday."
Severus looked at her doubtfully, but continued upstairs. He walked to the third door on the left and entered it. He gazed dejectedly at his 'bedroom'; in the far left corner was a small cot, in the far right a pile of books, and by the door on the left was a small switch that controlled the single bulb that lighted the small square room. It appeared even smaller due to the bare walls and floor.
Plopping down on his bed, he closed his eyes as the front door slammed shut, signaling the arrival of his father.
He sighed as his father's yells and mother's cries filled the air. This was going to be one long night.
Who knows? Maybe he's so drunk he's forgotten about me.
"BOY! GET DOWN HERE! NOW!"
Oh, well. Should have known I couldn't be so lucky.
AN: I know it's kinda short, but they should lengthen with proper motivation, i.e., reviews cough cough, hint hint Like I said, it's up to you guys (if anyone's even reading it) whether or not it lightens up. So, what do you think about it so far? Okay? Crap? Let me know, so I can fix it if it needs it (which I'm sure it does). Cyber cookies to all my reviewers! Now, even though this is my first fic (to post, anyway) I don't want you to go easy on me. Oh, and I need a beta. Anyone interested? It's quite apparent that I am in need of one—I mean, come on, this is crap, no? sigh NEhoo, if you want to see something happen, let me know.
Next Chapter: Sev's letter arrives and a trip to Diagon Alley. So, what sort of pet should our young friend get? Owl or cat? (I have this thing with amphibians—don't like 'em. Sorry.) Or, should he be a rebel and have one of each?
Once again, this is Ima Dark Lady saying TTFN (Ta-Ta For Now)