This is my first story so please review.I thought i'd start of with a very short one to get me going.
Disclaimer: I dont own it.
Severus sat behind the desk in his private quarters. Absentmindedly he scratched his left forearm. He glanced down. The dark mark. Was just him or was it getting darker? Severus Snape was a marked man. His soul stained by the most feared wizard of this time. He'd done unimaginable things in the Dark Lords name. The very darkness of it consumed his being. He had tried hard to atone for his crimes; his work for Dumbledore, the order, but it would never be enough. You see, when your soul has been so pitch black and you try to lighten it, all you'll get is grey. And no matter how much white you try and add in you'll never be anything but grey. You're a stained man and you'll never be white or pure again.