A/N: I know it's been awhile. This is sad, also this tiny insignificant fic is dedicated to all those wonderful Snape authors out there! Seriously guys, you're amazing! Some of them being, misundersnape, viskii, The Half-Mad Muggle, the Half-Blood Princess, and many many others. You guys rock! Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
Once upon a time there was a little boy. His father beat him and his mother... His mother was lost, beyond saving.
When the little boy was eleven he went to a new school. The little boy was hopeful for once. But, he soon learned hope was foolish.
The little boy was ignored by some, and a used by others. The little boy was skinny and sickly, so bullies thought him to be an easy target. They soon learned that the little boy was learned in defense and he was not easy prey.
Still the bullies continued and the little boy got in trouble many times for using immoral defense against his tormentors. Unfortunately, the bullies were popular bullies and the little boy was not.
So the teachers were not helpful. There was one man, the headmaster of the school who had seemed to be... Caring or kind. But he soon turned out not to be.
The little boy though, before the new school, had met a girl. The girl had gone to the school too. Soon the little boy grew to love the girl, but the girl thought of him only as a friend.
The little boy called her a name one day, a very very bad name and though the little boy tried to apologize, the little girl would have none of it.
The little boy mixed with some very bad people and so in this way, the little boy got older.
Eventually the boy's 'friends' threatened the girl who had grown up and married one of his bullies. Though he hated the bully, he warned the headmaster of his old school about it. The boy became a spy.
The girl still died though. She left a son behind and the boy who had loved her swore to protect her son.
The son grew up and the boy was a man. The boy was in reality a young man, but he appeared to be old- years of tragedy tend to do that to a person.
The man was now a teacher at the school, and the headmaster was on friendly terms with the man. Then the son came to school.
The son looked just liked the old bullies, and in a few ways, acted like them. The man rightfully, or wrongfully hated the son from the very beginning.
Eventually the evil 'friends' came back and the man was to spy on them. Spying took its toll for they hurt the man. The old headmaster was worried for he had grown to care for the man like a father to his son.
The man felt the same.
Then one night, the headmaster planned for the man kill him, so that the man could keep spying for the side of light.
The man (with much persuasion) did as he told, and he was now hated by all, even more than before that is. He then fulfilled his mission before death. He told the son how to defeat the great evil. Then, the man died.
The man that only two had loved, the man that was practically forgotten, the man that nobody would miss, the man who did not have a place on this earth, the man who's name was Severus Snape.