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Severus Snape's POV

I, Severus Snape. the newly turned werewolf, woke up in the hospital wing surrounded by the Marauders. All of them except Remus, but that was to be expected, given the fact that the last night had been a full moon. I remembered the events of the previous night, from being attacked and being healed by James and a scream left my mouth before I could control it. "Shhhh, it's okay, Snivell-Severus," whispered James Potter, also known as Prongs.

Suddenly I remembered the events of the previous night, from sneaking out and encountering Remus, to James finding out about the scars I've kept hidden forever, the scars I never wanted to see. I don't want anyone to think any less of me because of them. People in Slytherin can be cruel like that. I've seen people go crazy under the pressure of trying to be perfect. Slytherin bullies those who aren't worthy enough, even members within its own house. Being a half-blood myself, I can say I've had a hard time fitting in. That's why I turned to the blade.

A wave of anger rushes through me. I absolutely hate Sirius and Remus and James and Peter for what they've done to me. They've turned me into a monster, someone who I will never be able to control. "Piss off James," I yell, my weak voice cracking on the words. Lack of usage has caused it to sound strained and painful, the effort causing the wound on my stomach to react negatively. I groan in pain and this doesn't go unnoticed to the rest of the Marauders. I remember Remus attacking me in the stomach. It was the worst physical pain I had ever felt, even worse than the beatings my father gives me.

"Listen Snape. We need to talk about something, there's something seriously wrong with you." James whispered with a concerned tone to his voice. It took me a minute to realize it but I knew that he had seen everything- from the abuse to my self-destructive habits. He even saw that sometimes I would go a long time without food, not wanting to eat due to the constant lack of appetite. I even admitted to him that my father whipped me. My lips contorted into a frown as I kept on thinking about this and I turned my head away from James, not wanting to talk to him at all. One apology could not make up for years of bullying. Once again, I repeated, "Piss off James. Go away and hang out with my near-murderer. Go flirt with Lily some more. Do whatever you want. Use the killing curse on first years. Make out with Dumbledore. Just leave me alone!"

"Snape, I know what you do to yourself. Just let me make up for all of this. Please." James begged, literally on his knees. I was having none of it. He probably wanted me to admit all of my mistakes to him so that he could use them against me. I didn't want anything to do with him. Sure, he may have saved my life, but I didn't really care. He had bullied me so many times. It led to me feeling so useless, and hopeless, and tired of living.

I wanted to yell at him even more, but the pain in the wound on my abdomen was beginning to grow unbearable. What once was a dull pain now felt like someone was literally tearing open my stomach. Tears began to uncontrollably form in my eyes; I wanted dreamless sleep potion. Hopefully I could become addicted and have something to aim for- my next fix. My next choice would be something for the pain.

Peter ran off, presumably to tell everyone that Snivellus was crying. I didn't know that he was getting Madame Pomfrey so that she could bring me something for the pain. "Looks like your little friend ran off to tell everyone that "Snivellus" is crying. If you want to make up for all of this, kill me so I don't have to live with the burden of being a werewolf for the rest of my life. You don't understand how hard it's going to be for me. I'll never be able to have a job- or a family (not like I wanted one) and I'll probably be kicked out of Hogwarts. You'll just continue living like I was never anything important to you! You probably only saved me so Remus wouldn't kill me." I yelled, crying at this point. Normally I would be embarassed to be crying in front of the Marauders, but at this point, I couldn't care less. The pain in my head was growing to the point where I wouldn't help but scream.

Oops. It looks like I accidentally said the truth. James yells, "You're right! The only reason I saved you was because I didn't want my best friend to become a murderer. That's until I noticed that you hurt yourself. Severus, you're addicted to cutting yourself. You starve yourself. You admitted to me that your father abuses you. It's all my fault. I take the blame. Perhaps if we had befriended you, you wouldn't be right here now, crying because you don't think anyone would dare care for a basket case like you. If we befriended you, Sirius wouldn't have ruined your life. If we had been your friend, Remus would never have bitten someone. He had always hoped that he would never contaminate another human being. It's my fault that this happened. Well guess what? I'm sorry!"

James runs out of the hospital wing, looking like he's about to cry. I can't help but feel a little guilty, but that feeling is erased by the fact that James had been making my life hell since the day we met. A tear rolls down my cheek and I realize how much I'll miss being human. Peter comes back now with Madame Pomfrey close behind, carrying quite a few vials of potions. She comes to me and encourages me to drink them. "Come on, Mr. Snape. You'll feel a lot better," she tells me in a soft, velvetty voice.

I knock the potion out of her hand, causing the bottle to shatter all over the floor and the silvery liquid to puddle all over the place. Peter runs out of the wing, leaving me and a fourth year who had accidentally transfigured her leg into a spoon. I scream, "No! Werewolves don't deserve anything except hatred!"

What I don't realize is that Madame Pomfrey uses that opportunity to dump the potions down my throat. I swallow all of them down, cursing them for their terrible taste and I fall into a deep slumber, silently cursing everyone who had ever walked the earth.

James Potter's POV

I feel extremely guilty right now. Not only did I just walk out on someone clearly having a mental breakdown, but that person just happened to be my arch-nemisis, Severus Snape. He isn't the same person that I thought her was, ever since I figured out that he's not as mentally stable as anyone thought he was. Apparantly he's an abused child with a self-harm addiction. Neither I or any of the Marauders have dealt with it, but I know what it looks like. It's almost scary the thought that it's been me that's been causing all of this pain for Snape. I'm no better than the person that abuses him.

I run to the first bathroom I see and empty the contents of my stomach into the first toilet I see. I've been feeling nauseous for quite a long time now, but recent events have made everything worse. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Sirius run into the bathroom. He asks me, knowing it's me whose throwing up, "James, are you okay?"

I finish retching and yell, "It's not okay Sirius! It's all your fault! You've ruined the life of Remus, he had hoped to never bite anyone. Yet, because you couldn't restrain yourself, you had to go and tell Snape about the Shrieking Shack. Remus could be executed for this! You could be expelled for this!"

"Surely you can't be concerned about Snivellus. It's Snivellus, it's not like Lily was bit or anything!"

"First of all, don't call him by that childish name. It's immature and it makes you look like you have the intelligence level of a flobberworm. Second of all, you don't know what Snape has been through. His father abuses him. He cuts himself. Sometimes he doesn't eat. It makes me sick just thinking about how I caused all of this to happen. Our petty, childish hatred led to him hurting himself."

"Woah, James, are you in love with Snivellus or something? Clearly you must be, if you weren't, you wouldn't be defending him like this."

"Sirius, I'm straight. We both know that I'm in love with Lily and feel no romantical attraction towards males at all. It's just, how would you feel if you bullied Peter and figured out that he had been hurting himself and your bullying had led to his suicide."

"I'd feel terrible."

"That's how I feel about Snape."

I finally feel like I'm getting my point across to Sirius, who has to admit, he would hate himself if one of the Marauders killed themselves. He would feel terrible if he had played a major part in it. "Sirius, you need to know that Snape absolutely hates himself for falling for one of your pranks. It's your fault- not any of ours- that he was bit by Remus. He literally broke down. He's in that much physical, emotional and mental pain. He didn't even react like that when he accidentally called Lily a "mudblood". He's probably never going to find a mate or a job, because of a stupid, childish prank that went to far." I yell, running out of the bathroom. I hate Sirius right now, he can't just apologize like a normal person. All because of petty, childish, annoying, rivalries.

"Look, James, I'm sorry," Sirius says in a solemn tone.

"It's not me you need to apologize to- it's Snape. You can find him in the hospital wing. Until you can do that- I doubt you will- I refuse to be your friend."

Ohhhhh, plot twist.

Next chapter, Snape talks to Lily and Remus feels extremely guilty. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter.

~Lumiellie