Hi Guys. This is my new fanfiction. I always wondered about Snape's feelings and so now I am writing about them.

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C.S.

The Silent Spectator

The first objects that assumes a distinct presence before me, as I look back, into the blank of my infancy, are my mother with her dark hair and father with eyes so dark that they seemed to darken our whole neighborhood.

I also do remember my old house, where I spent 11 years of my life under the loving presence of my mother, Eileen Prince and terrifying existence of my father Tobias Snape. The front door opened directly into a sitting room that had the feeling of a dark, padded cell, containing walls filled with books, threadbare furniture, and a dim, candle-filled lamp that hanged from the ceiling. A dark storeroom opened out of it, and that was a place to be run past at night. In the opposite corner was a camouflaged room where my mother and father resided, another place to be run past at night. Voices- loud, terrifying screams of agony and anger, were all that could be heard from that room. Things breaking, glasses shattering and insults flying kept me awake and wanting to escape at night. Yet every morning when the sun rose, I found myself there in that very same room that had kept me awake searching around for signs of last night, finding nothing. There was something of a doleful air about that room which kept me ready and waiting.

Spinners end was old street, but it was a tired old street. In rainy weather, the streets turned to red slop; grass grew on the sidewalks, the court house sagged in the square. Somehow, it was hotter then. Men's stiff collars wilted by 9 in the morning. Ladies bathed before noon, after their 3 O'clock naps, and by nightfall were like soft tea-cakes with frosting of sweat and sweet talcum. People ambled towards their destinations, because that was how they lived. The day was 24 hours long yet it seemed longer. There was nothing to do, no excitement only boring, dull and monotonous life in that world. And I, I was never a part of it.

I was a wizard, a wonder- worker, conjuror, magician, sorcerer. I was different yet special. I belonged to a more exciting world, a more lively life. Somewhere, where I was powerful, where I'd fit in, where I was a Hero..All the children made fun of me, called me weird, uncanny and eerie but what did they know, they weren't me, they weren't special, they were mere unintelligent muggles, nothing to be proud of…

Yet one particular muggle caught my attention. Her fiery red locks and penetrating green eyes held my advertence and never again could I make myself look away. She smiled and everything seemed to shine, there was hope and there was love. She cried and it seemed like the world was coming to an end, no happiness left in the world just death and destruction.

Behind the lush, green bush, my body hidden yet my eyes travelled wherever her feet did.

" Higher Higher" her ringing laughter and her soft voice filled my heart as I saw her swinging back and forth.

"Lily, don't do it!" shrieked the elder of the two. But she had let go of the swing at the very height of its arc and flown into the air with great shout of laughter, and instead of crumpling on the playground asphalt, she soared, like a trapeze artist through the air, staying up far too long, landing far too lightly.

I knew what I saw. It had to be but how, no it wasn't possible unless she was one.. She was a… a witch. My eyes burnt with happiness. She was no muggle, she was a witch, a beautiful one that too.

Rest of the scene hazed in front of my eyes, all I could see was her and all I could think was magic.

"How do you do it?" the freakish looking one asked, a definite longing in her voice.

No longer could I contain myself. She had to know that she was no ordinary person. She was a witch just like I was a wizard.

"It's obvious, isn't it?" I said as I jumped out from behind the bushes. The older one shrieked and ran backwards towards the swings not that I cared, I had eyes only for the red head.

"What's obvious?" she asked.

I had a air of nervous excitement," You're…You're a witch", I whispered, the statement sounding all the more real than before. It filled me with pleasure but apparently it had a different effect on her. She looked affronted.

" That's not a very nice thing to say to anybody!" She said, her anger flaring as she turned around and marched off.

What had I done. " No!" I shouted without much thought. I had to explain it to her, she was special and she should be proud of it. I tried to tell her about me being a wizard, but her sister's cold laugh filtered my voice. She called me weird and she took her away. Oh what a filthy muggle.

I was left alone there in the middle of the playground staring at her retreating figure, hoping to meet and talk to her again.

I am Severus Snape and my story begins like everything else- with a woman, many life altering choices and loads of magic.

That's it…

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Love

C.S.