Summary: Short journal entry from the perspective of Severus Snape just before his fourth year. One shot, drabble, angst.
31 August 1974
One more day. Just one more day and I will be gone. I can hear my father screaming at my mother over her recent purchase of a new rug for the bathroom. She didn't even buy it new, it's a second-hand rag. This is not normal. All I can think about is getting away from it. I still don't understand why she doesn't just hex him and have it be over. Instead, she gives up and allows him to give her the bruises that stain her pale torso. I hate him.
I saw Lily today, she loves summer break in a way that I never will. She enjoys being with her family, not having schoolwork, being carefree. I envy her. But after tomorrow we will once again be at Hogwarts, a place where I am the happiest. And someday, Lily will be mine. I know that other boys notice her, it would be impossible not to notice that perfect creature. But I will make her mine, I refuse not to fight for her. When she looks at me, I feel normal. I feel like I'm the only person in the world that matters.
She will be mine.
Fin