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Chapter one.
Severus sat down in one of the black leather chairs of his nicely furnished living quarters. Another stressful day of teaching half-witted students who didn't even care about making potions. He closed his eyes and found himself remembering his adolescent school days at Hogwarts. The memories of his schooling there was bitter because of Potter and his gang. He was but a mere laughingstock of the school because of them. Always hiding. Many times he felt he had to rely on the knife to take away all the curses and insults they shot at him. He felt like the blood that flowed out of his veins was the insults, the curses, and the practical jokes that stung so sharply.
And then.tears began to pour from the present Severus's eyes when he remembered the first girl he truly knew he was in love with. Not many girls then took a liking in him. He was such an outcast with his greasy black hair and unique facial characteristics that gave most girls the opinion that as the outside looks, the inside will too. Only one real girl had ever really truly dipped into his soul and truly saw him for who he was. Past the cold and insecure exterior.
~*~
On a cold day in December he remembered sitting at the edge of his bed. All the others had gone and he was left alone, wrist slashed and blood dripping down onto the wood panels. The grief seemed too much now. The pain didn't matter because he had no one. Just the voices of his tormentors teasing and killing him inside. But then, out of fear of death, fear of still being stuck here, in this nightmare he called his life, he kept going on so that one day he could get away.
He pressured his flesh wound and went to the boy's bathroom to wash it and put more pressure on it. He leaned up against the wall while pressuring when the pain felt unbearable and pressed even harder on the wound. He hoped no one would walk in to find him doing this. He feared what the others would say when they saw him doing this, what his tormentors would say when they knew he did this.
As soon as he was done he walked out of the bathroom and down to the Great Hall. Or else, if not, he would go walking in the halls to see what new things he could find. As always to release the anger and clear his mind he found walking in Hogwarts something most enjoyable. Where he went with no one around was truly pure bliss. As he walked down the steps that lead to the Great Hall he took a peek in. Potter, Black, and Lupin were all sitting around but their other little friend was no where to be seen. Other students were gathered around but he did not take much attention to them.
He passed by for once feeling a sense of relief that he didn't have to be by them, by anyone. Alone at last, walking the solitary halls with a sense of enlightenment and much to think about. He took a right, and then a left that led him down a hall that had one window to show just a peek of the outside with the lake frozen over. He went over to watch as young students scrambled to get skates on and as couple skaters ice skated hand in hand around the lake. He once had wished for that, in his heart he still wished for a romance. But he knew none of that would ever come to him. No girl cared enough to look past his looks; and see who he really was, but all the girls really did was just look past him and on to another handsome boy to fawn over. Secretly inside, he wished then and there while looking out at the pond and watching the couples, that fate would bring him what he wished for. And then, he was hit.
Chapter one.
Severus sat down in one of the black leather chairs of his nicely furnished living quarters. Another stressful day of teaching half-witted students who didn't even care about making potions. He closed his eyes and found himself remembering his adolescent school days at Hogwarts. The memories of his schooling there was bitter because of Potter and his gang. He was but a mere laughingstock of the school because of them. Always hiding. Many times he felt he had to rely on the knife to take away all the curses and insults they shot at him. He felt like the blood that flowed out of his veins was the insults, the curses, and the practical jokes that stung so sharply.
And then.tears began to pour from the present Severus's eyes when he remembered the first girl he truly knew he was in love with. Not many girls then took a liking in him. He was such an outcast with his greasy black hair and unique facial characteristics that gave most girls the opinion that as the outside looks, the inside will too. Only one real girl had ever really truly dipped into his soul and truly saw him for who he was. Past the cold and insecure exterior.
~*~
On a cold day in December he remembered sitting at the edge of his bed. All the others had gone and he was left alone, wrist slashed and blood dripping down onto the wood panels. The grief seemed too much now. The pain didn't matter because he had no one. Just the voices of his tormentors teasing and killing him inside. But then, out of fear of death, fear of still being stuck here, in this nightmare he called his life, he kept going on so that one day he could get away.
He pressured his flesh wound and went to the boy's bathroom to wash it and put more pressure on it. He leaned up against the wall while pressuring when the pain felt unbearable and pressed even harder on the wound. He hoped no one would walk in to find him doing this. He feared what the others would say when they saw him doing this, what his tormentors would say when they knew he did this.
As soon as he was done he walked out of the bathroom and down to the Great Hall. Or else, if not, he would go walking in the halls to see what new things he could find. As always to release the anger and clear his mind he found walking in Hogwarts something most enjoyable. Where he went with no one around was truly pure bliss. As he walked down the steps that lead to the Great Hall he took a peek in. Potter, Black, and Lupin were all sitting around but their other little friend was no where to be seen. Other students were gathered around but he did not take much attention to them.
He passed by for once feeling a sense of relief that he didn't have to be by them, by anyone. Alone at last, walking the solitary halls with a sense of enlightenment and much to think about. He took a right, and then a left that led him down a hall that had one window to show just a peek of the outside with the lake frozen over. He went over to watch as young students scrambled to get skates on and as couple skaters ice skated hand in hand around the lake. He once had wished for that, in his heart he still wished for a romance. But he knew none of that would ever come to him. No girl cared enough to look past his looks; and see who he really was, but all the girls really did was just look past him and on to another handsome boy to fawn over. Secretly inside, he wished then and there while looking out at the pond and watching the couples, that fate would bring him what he wished for. And then, he was hit.