Walk A Little Straighter Daddy
By
Snivellus aka Heather Granger
"I remember looking upTo look up to him
And I remember most the time
He wasn't there
I'd be waiting at the door
When he got home at night
He'd pass me by to go to pass out in his chair" – Billy Currington.
"Mum, Dad, I am home." A tall lank boy around the age of thirteen called out into the grand foyer.
There was no answer. There was never any answer. The boy grabbed his trunk and locomotored it up the spiraled staircase. He opened the door to his bedroom, and pushed in the large trunk. He looked around the dark room, and saw that it looked exactly as it did last summer.
"Severus." A woman drawled out.
"Hello mother." Severus said non-concerning.
"You made it home?" She said monotonously.
"Yes, the Malfoys brought me." Severus explained as he continued unpacking his trunk. He had written his mother and father last week, telling him what time to pick him up from Kings Cross station, but was not surprised in the least that no one was there to meet him. Severus watched as Potter and his family exchanged hugs, and greeted the slimy Sirius Black as well. He nearly scoffed in disguste, when he saw the nosey little mudblood walking towards him.
"Severus, do you have ride?" She asked innocently.
"I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself, Evans." He said quickly as he grabbed his trunk and walked over to his house Prefect, Lucius Malfoy.
"Excuse me Lucius, but..." Severus asked the 15-year-old Malfoy.
"Your parents didn't show again. Well, your estate is on the way to ours, I do not see why we would not be able to give you a lift." Lucius said as he approached his older sister.
"Come along Severus, us Slytherins have to stick together." Lorraine Malfoy said.
"Good, I will not be home for dinner, I am going out with Mrs. Black, your father will be home... sometime." She finished.
"Fine, goodnight mother." Severus said not even bother looking up.
Severus hated his family. His mother had had him when she was nearly Fifty-five, and his father was almost Sixty. He had no brothers or sisters, no pets, and no servants. He was alone.
Severus continued to unpack. For those who had studied this boy, they would know that he was a perfectionist. He would jump down anyone's throat that did not do things the way in which he was accustoms. For someone who had little discipline at home, he held himself with restraint and dedication to his schoolwork.
First, he took out his socks and personal items. He unfolded his socks, and separated them into size and color. Next, he removed his school robes. He took a hanger out of the closet and slung the slightly graying robe onto the hanger. He smoothed it out at least five times over until he was completely satisfied.
Most would call this obsessive, but it was what calmed him, focused him, and helped him. Severus took out his books last, carefully placed them in alphabetical order on his small bookshelf, which he had filled with books on the Dark Arts and Potions, his two favorite subjects.
When he had finished unpacking, Severus laid down on his twin sized bed and closed his eyes, trying hard not to feel alone in the world. He quietly recited the ingredients that were needed to make a Wiggenweld potion.
SSSSSSSSSSSSS SSSSSSSSSSSSS SSSSSSSSSSSSS SSSSSSSSSSSSS SSSSSSSSSS
"Sev (hiccup) erus." A man yelled out.
'Fabulous, the man's drunk again.' Severus thought.
"Get down here!" He yelled angrily.
"Coming sir." Severus replied, flatting his hair.
By the time Severus made his way down to the sitting room, his father was half slumped over in a chair. Severus hated when his father was like this, he was positive that most children his age did not have to deal with careless mothers, and drunken fathers.
"What do you want boy?" His father snapped as he opened his eyes to see his son standing in front of him.
"Nothing sir, you asked to see me." Severus said rather bored of the same repeated pattern that he was so use to.
"Don't speak to your father like that!" He snapped again.
"Forgive me, sir." Severus said more quietly.
"Don't just stand there, go get me another Firewhiskey." He ordered.
"Yes, sir." Severus walked slowly to the icebox. He found a few bottles waiting to be drank. Inside him, he was burning, he wanted to dump it all down the sink, but then he knew he would regret that action as soon as his father had sobered up enough to realize what happened.
Severus grabbed the bottle, and slammed the door shut.
"Here, sir." Severus said as he handed him the bottle. His father snatched it out of his hands and immediately started to drink it.
Severus walked away not expecting a thank you. He had gotten use to many things, like the fact that his father would never teach him how to play Quidditch, and how his parents would never coo over his grades or achievements. Severus was an independent boy, which is why Slytherin suited him so very well.
He father use to work in the Department of Mysteries, before he had gotten fired for showing up completely hammered every other day. Severus was ashamed and humiliated of his father.
He was the reason for his problems at school. His first encounter with the famous three Gryffindors echoed this realization.
"Hey, James look who it is." Sirius said as they found each other on the platform.
"Isn't that Stephan Snape's son, looks just like his father." James commented.
"Yeah, his mother is always over at my house. Do you know why?" Sirius questioned, waiting for James to take a hold of the bait.
"Well I can only imagine that it has something to do with her husband. My father said that he was fired from the Ministry. Is that true?" James asked.
"Oh yes, and to top it off, he had to be escorted off the property, he was smashed." Sirius gossiped.
"Jeez." James said as the walked towards their peer.
"What's your name?" James asked.
"What is it to you, I am not deaf you know. I heard what you said, and you can just sod the effing off." Severus said moodily.
"Look.." James started.
"Leave me alone." Severus said as he grabbed his trunk and dragged it over to one of the Prefects.
And so, went Severus's life, a quite boy who did not like to be associated with his family, but constantly was.
"And I'd sayWalk a little straighter daddy
You're swaying side to side
You're footsteps make me dizzy
And no matter how I try
I keep tripping and stumbling
If you'd look down here you'd see
Walk a little straighter daddy
You're leading me."
Coming up next: Severus's graduation.