The Beginning: Severus Snape's background about his family.
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Dialogue ended in "*"- quotes taken directly from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows by: J.K. Rowling
Severus Tobias Snape was a lanky little boy, curtained by shoulder-length, greasy, black hair. He wore clothes that were much too big for him, and was rarely seen inside his house. He didn't have any friends, as none of the other children in his neighborhood wanted him as one. He kept to himself, in his tiny room, in his tiny house, in Spinner's End.
When he was born, his mother Eileen knew he was special, just like her. His father had waited for hours in the odd, St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, dreading the worst. He had hoped that his son would carry on his family name with untainted blood, but his prayers weren't answered. He was angry at the day-old child and angry at himself. He had fallen in love with a witch, he himself being a muggle, also known as a non-magical person. He didn't believe her when she first told him of her secret, but after seeing some proof, eventually learned to accept it. As the years went by, Tobias found it harder and harder to go on day-by-day, knowing that his life had been forever changed by one small decision. He had married that girl and his life was taken over by all sorts of magic that he only thought existed in fairytales. It was all getting to be too much for him to handle, and when he found out that his son was special, just like his wife, the turned to the only thing he could think of…whiskey.
Severus often spent his days outside in the fresh air and sunlight, although he remained as pale as a ghost. Anywhere was better than sitting in his dank, dark room, alone on his cot, listening to his mother and alcoholic father fighting once again. He was always scrounging for food at the local diners, as his mother often forgot to feed him daily. He was a skinny, weak boy that his father looked upon in disgust.
"You're a disgrace to the Snape family name!" he would often say. "Us men are kept strong, and fit. And you? I see nothing but a lanky, hideous, large-nosed boy. You're just like you're mother. You're both good for nothing, poor freaks."
"We're not freaks!" he would yell back. But this only upset his father more. He would grab whatever was handy, whether it be his belt or a small pocket-knife and abuse his son, over and over, time and time again. This was his cause for staying to himself. He never trusted anyone and was never a happy child. Until he met her. She was the one who would alter his life forever, and she was the one who made him the man he would become. Her name was Lily Evans.
A/N: Sorry, I know the chapter is extremely short but there's more to come. R&R! Constructive criticism is welcome!
P.S.- 'Septimius Pueritia' means "Childhood of Snape" in Latin. =)