A/N: Something I just wanted to write about Snape. Set in 3rd person.
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You never knew what love was; well at least you didn't know what it was before you met her.
Your parents would beat up to the pulp, you were constantly abused. But you soon grew to know that that was the norm; having a father come home drunk, having your mother constantly yell and beat you over nothing. Your mother would also force you to wear horrible, battered up, mismatched clothing for school and the day.
You would always feel ashamed while the other children would poke fun at you, especially that Potter boy who got all the girls clawing him for attention and called you "Snivellus" in front of everyone. That only increased the laughter ricocheting throughout the school.
So you bore with it because…what else could you do?
Your only safe-haven would be the park, where your parents or anyone else wouldn't bother looking. So you sit by a tree and lean against the rough, bumpy trunk while looking at the sky and clouds (if you were lucky) with your two good eyes.
You would feel safe there; you felt no one could diminish your peacefulness as you sat there.
Then one day, as your sitting there, you hear a commotion on the other side of the big bush that usually conceals your presence. Afraid that it was your witch-of-a-mother you stand up and prepare for a beating so intense you wouldn't be able to sit for a month.
But it wasn't your mother; it was two sisters fighting over something. One had dark hair; the other had beautiful red-orange hair.
"FREAK!" the dark-haired one yells at the other. "YOU'RE A FREAK, LILY! I'M TELLING MUM!"
After hearing that, you immediately despise the one who yelled and start standing up for the one who was harassed; as you know what it feels like, but Lily sees you and everything freezes.
It's odd, because you have never known the feeling dangling at your stomach right then, the feeling called "Love". You've heard of it, but never really felt it before; from yourself or anyone. Although, you think you feel it for the first time while looking into her green eyes.
Yes, you have finally found the definition of "Love", and it has the same numbers in the word too; because the definition for you is this:
Lily.