Disclaimer: All charcters belong to J.KRowling, one of the worlds greatest authors. I own nothing except for future characters and situations that are not mentioned in the books and films. This is fanfiction. It is completly created from the depths of my imagination.
Warnings: Child Abuse. Scenes of a Sexual nature. Language.
Severus' first memories of his father were happy. He could remember his father, Tobias, coming home from work looking extremely tired. He remembered how he flung his coat onto the table, hugged and kissed his mother and asked how long more the dinner would be. She would always reply "Tobias Snape, if I had known that your mouth was as big as your personality when I met you, I would never have married you". He would laugh at that and simply reply "Well now sweetheart, if I had known that everyday for the rest of my life I would fall deeper in love with you, so deep that my heart ached when you were not by my side, I would never have gone and placed that big rock on your finger". Then they would both laugh. What Severus remembered very clearly was how his father would then turn around to him. He would be sitting at the table carefully weighing out the right amount of water needed to mix the cream sauce with, or sometimes sheets of parchment and crayons would surround him. His father would pull up a chair and blow in his ear and say "How's my little Potions Professor?". Severus would then catch his father's nose and say "Too big. But my accurate weighing is a lot better then Mothers. 5 sickles say that my cream sauce will taste better then hers". They would laugh and his father would lift him high into the air and spin him around. Severus was eight when that happened. That was his favourite memory.
His second favourite memory was their family holiday to the beach in his father's hometown. Severus was only six, but he remembered it as if it were yesterday. His mother had made sandwiches and fresh pumpkin juice for them. She was always obsessed with her son's health so they were salad sandwiches. However, Severus' father had snuck off while his mother was chatting to another couple, and bought two ice-cream cones. One for himself: Strawberry mint twist. One for Severus: Chocolate with a caramel sauce. Then they sat on one of the piers watching the sailboats.
Soon enough those memories were replaced with harsher ones. Not long after Severus had turned nine, his father's mother suddenly passed away. They said it was old age. Severus said it was due to the fact she was living in a damp, unfurnished house. His father's once loving ways soon changed. Tobias turned to drink and spent 60percent of the family income on feeding his habit. He was very fond of not coming home after he had been drinking. Most nights he would lie in some alley way and drink from a bottle, only to return the next morning and demand his breakfast without explanation. His cravings became worse as did his mood. He would come home, violently smash picture frames from the walls, break plates, and then he did the unthinkable.
Severus sighed and rolled over onto his side. His mattress had become lumpy from overuse and the bed boards could be felt through it. He looked to his alarm clock and groaned. Another hour before his father would come to unlock his bedroom door and leave him out for breakfast. Closing his eyes tight he willed himself to get at least 10 minutes sleep. Just a chance to block out those memories that invaded his mind. It had been another night of insomnia for the 15-year-old Slytherin. Severus had discovered that the best way to stop nightmares was to not sleep at all. So that is what he did, for a full week now Severus had refused his body its natural needs. Instead, he preferred to fall asleep in the meadows beyond his parent's country house. Away from his father's grasp. Pulling the thin blanket around his shoulders, he pressed his face into his pillow.
(FLASHBACK)
"Daddy!" the dark haired boy cried, running to greet his father from a hard days work. He tenderly wrapped his arms around his father's waist.
"Get your hands off of me you good for nothing piece of slime!" the tall man yelled. He gripped the young boy's hair and ripped him away. The boy tumbled to the floor, his dark eyes welling up, not understanding why his father had thrown him back.
"But dad, I wanted to help-"
A sharp, painful slap stung at his cheek. He gasped and retreated into a corner between the table and cupboard. The person he saw coming towards him was not the person who had at one time bought him ice cream and played football in the fields with him. This man had bloodshot eyes and a strange glint. The tall man skulked towards him and gripped the front of his new shirt. He pulled the boy out and bared his teeth.
"Have you done your chores boy?" he hissed.
The boy whimpered, moving his head away from his father. The smell of stale tobacco was overwhelming. A steady stream of tears leaked from his dark eyes. Another painful slap and "Answer me!"
He nodded vigorously "Yes, Daddy. I finished them all and helped Mommy with the sewing"
The grip loosened and he fell to the floor. His father stood up and sat at the table. He pulled a bottle of whiskey from his workbag and slugged from the bottle. The young boy gathered himself up and made to leave but a hand grasped at his shoulders.
"You watch your back, do you hear me boy?" his father snapped.
"Yes, sir."
(END FLASHBACK)
Severus growled and started to recite potion recipe's to help block out his thoughts. He hated his father with a passion. He hated him so much that he had vowed to destroy him one day.
"I hate you" he whispered to the pillow.
(FLASH BACK)
The sound of crunching gravel could be heard from outside the dark haired boy's bedroom window. A few moments later a key was heard in the lock and the scraping of the door being opened.
He turned to face the wall, gripped his blanket tightly in his tiny nine-year-old fists and waited. Heavy boots sounded up the stairs and the click of a light switch on the landing.
He took deep breaths and jammed his eyes tightly together. He silently prayed his father would by pass his door and go straight to bed. God was not on his side that night. The pale blue door to his bedroom creaked open and a tall, dark figure stepped over the thresh hold. The figure silently closed the door and prowled towards the boy's bed.
The young boy's sharp breaths became raspier and he let a tiny whimper escape his lips. A hand slid underneath the blanket and rested on his stomach.
"Face me" was the command.
He slowly turned to his other side and gagged. The smell of alcohol was over bearing and the stale tobacco hung in the air. He shook silently. The bigger mans hands slid lower down his torso, then moved gently to the top of his legs. The boy's body racked with sobs and he covered his eyes with both hands. Sniffing he tried to think of something, anything to block out this moment in time. The hand squeezed his knee and a soft kiss was placed against his trembling lips.
"Daddy, please don't" the boy pleaded.
"Sssh" was the reply.
A low grunt and heavy breathing filled the boy's ear. He sobbed even harder. A low moan filled the room and the hand retreated from the blanket. The sound of a zipper being done up and the sharp crack of aching joints, as the older man stood up. He placed one more forceful kiss on the boy's lips and smirked in the dark.
"Don't you tell anyone boy, understand?" he whispered.
"Yes, father. I promise I will keep my mouth shut" the boy sniffed quietly.
"You better" and with a swift turn of the heel he crept back into the darkness of the landing.
The young boy trembled and sobbed hard into his pillow. He knew it was wrong, that dull thump in his chest and the nagging in the back of his mind told him this was not right. However, his father was of a higher rank then he was. He was going to be a good boy and say nothing. Maybe his father would love him even more.
He turned onto his other side and flinched. His father had left a bruise on his inner tight where his hands had clutched at.
"Daddies Little Prisoner" he sighed to himself.
(END FLASHBACK)
A sharp knock to the door dragged Severus from his awful memories. He swiftly looked up and covered himself. No way was his father getting a hold of him today. He had to go to Diagon Alley to get his school supplies. The latch slid back and the door swung open.
"Get up!" his father commanded.
Severus nodded, carefully pushed himself up and swung his legs over the bed. He stopped and looked to his father. Severus knew he was waiting to see him get out of the bed, but he stood his ground. After a moment of tense silence, his father left with a grunt and a smirk.
"Bastard" Severus mumbled.
He stretched and got dressed. He decided to look casual so he wore a pair of blue jeans, a black t-shirt, a sleeveless black shirt and a pair of converses. He was never one for muggle clothing but today he just couldn't be bothered with worrying.
Breakfast was rushed and it was soon just him and his mother alone in the house.
"Ready to go?" she asked wrapping a thin emerald cloak around her neck.
He grunted and stepped into the fire. "Diagon Alley!" The whirling of the floo dazed him a bit and he crashed out at the other side, landing in a heap on the floor of the Leaky Cauldron. Grumbling to himself he quickly dusted his clothes down.
"You never will get the hang of that will you?" someone laughed.
Severus spun around ready to retreat with a witty comment but stopped when he saw the familiar face. It was Lucius Malfoy. Now there was someone who would improve his day.
Ta Da! Chapter Numer One.
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