The girl next door
He was only 9 years old, with his innocence intact and thoughts of chocolate cake floating in his head when he woke up that morning. He headed downstairs, eager to greet his parents and celebrate with his friends. But when he went downstairs he didn't see decorations, or a cake on the table, or gifts waiting for him. Instead, he saw his mother tied up and gagged in a corner, his father standing over her with his wand in his hand.
His father finally noticed his presence in the room and smiled evilly.
"Ah, the birthday boy. Good. You can watch the show, thenIncarcerous"
His hands immediately got tied behind his back with some kind of thin rope. He noticed that his mother was tied with a much thicker rope, and she, unlike him, was tied at the ankles.
"Now, now, Eileen, don't cry. It won't even hurt. I'll just say the words and you'll drop dead. Painless. Peaceful, even. Then I'll grab that portkey on the table and be out of here before the Aurors can blink. Just, know this before you're gone: It's not me, it's you. I hate you." His father said, smirking. He leaned down and brushed some of the hair away from her face before placing a mocking kiss on her pale forehead. "You're an ugly little thing, aren't you? Samantha is much prettier. I suppose I shouldn't keep her waiting. "
Severus' eyes drifted over to the table. A single wine glass stood on it, waiting for his father to grab it and run. Severus took a few cautious steps towards his father, who had his back turned on him. Taking a deep breath, he kicked his father as hard as he could between his legs. The man howled in pain, dropping his wand. Severus immediately grabbed it.
"Incarcerous!" he screamed, and his father was immediately tied and gagged. Then he hurried over to his mom. "Pull your hands as far apart as you can, Mom."
She obliged, and he used the Severing Charm on the rope, breaking in half. After he finished doing the same to the rope on her ankles, he levitated the portkey into his mothers' arms before she could react. She disappeared with a small 'pop', and he was left alone with his father. He stood there for a few moments, staring at the man tied up in the corner. His father. The man who, just a day ago, was his biggest role model. He stared into those hateful eyes before turning away and picking up a photo of his mother and his father. Shaking with anger, he picked up a pair of scissors and turned back to his father. Making sure to maintain eye contact, he cut his father from the photo and held up the result.
"This is my family now. I hate you," he whispered.
And then he ran, vowing never to trust another human being again.
37 year old Severus Snape sat up in his bed, sweating. The feeling of despair still heavy in his heart, he slipped on a pair of black trousers and a white cotton shirt before opening his chamber door and stealing silently into the hall. Shivering, he realized he wasn't wearing any shoes-only socks.
It doesn't matter, he thought, smirking Any student out at this hour will be too busy trying to hide from me to notice.
The thought made him feel a bit better, although nothing could erase completely the dread he carried with him after he dreamt of his past. Yawning, he made his way through the halls, his head pounding furiously. No matter, he would just pick up a headache potion when he stopped to get the Dreamless Sleep one.
"No shoes?" A voice asked from behind him.
Severus froze for a second before spinning around, an act that wasn't nearly as impressive without his robes. His eyes narrowed when he saw it was the new DADA teacher, Trinity Silvia. She was tall and thin (which was a wonder, for he had seen her practically inhaling food at mealtimes) with almond-shaped green-hazel eyes, straight black chin-length hair with a bright red highlight on the left side and glossed heart shaped lips. Severus had an intense dislike for her. She reminded him of someone, someone from his past, but he didn't know who. Severus Snape didn't like not knowing things. He thought about saying something snarky but decided against it. Instead, he turned back around and continued walking. The sharp clicking sound of her brown high-heeled boots on the floor let him know she was still following him.
"Well, how rude." She said after a few moments. "Didn't anyone teach you to answer someone when they spoke to you?"
He did not respond, but began to walk a little faster, hoping she would go away. She adjusted to his speed.
"Running from a woman, Severus?" she taunted finally, when she could no longer keep up with him.
This made him stop. Nostrils flaring in annoyance, he turned slowly to face her.
"Running after a man, Miss Silvia?" he responded coolly.
"Yes, actually." She said matter-a-factly, sticking her chin in the air.
"Do you need something, or are you just following me to piss me off?" he asked, glaring at her.
"I do need something." She said, smirking. "I need to follow you."
He glared at her for many moments. Seeing that this did not affect her, he turned around and continued walking. This time she did not follow him. Before he rounded the corner, though, she called to him:
"Did you dream of it too, Severus? About when your father left?"
He spun to face her, shocked. She just stood there staring at him, her eyes glistening with tears.
"It's not your fault, you know." She whispered. That being said, she turned and walked away.
A/N: What do you think? Should I leave it a oneshot or go on and tell you all how she knows what she does? I apologize for my horrible grammar. :)