A/N: I decided to continue. If you read, write a review. I appreciate any and all feedback.
The first ten years of his new life were hard. Severus desperately clung to the memory of his former life through his young years, hoping that he might remember enough to make things easier on himself this time around. All the while, he had to play dumb, like he didn't know anything, when in fact he knew a great deal. That was the most difficult part. When his mother sat him down to tell him about magic, he nearly fell asleep out of boredom.
As soon as he was old enough to write, he started keeping journals of all the things that he could recall, things that he could not let himself forget. Scribbled in an elegant scrawl through countless notebooks were dates and information that could possibly bring the Dark Lord's downfall before he even rose to power. Severus spent these ten years thinking that that would be the most important part of his second life: Bringing down Lord Voldemort.
On a warm summer morning of 1970, Severus woke up to his parents yelling. He could not remember if things were as loud and violent the first time around, but he doubted it very much. He rose from his lumpy bed and readied for the day, pulling on Muggle clothes; pants that were too short, an absurdly baggy shirt and a long, black coat. He stuffed a notebook and pen into one of the coats pockets. He didn't like to go anywhere without one in case he remembered something. As he bounded down the steps, the yelling stopped and his father rushed out of the house, slamming the door behind him. Severus rounded into the kitchen to see his mother slumped in a chair at the table.
"Good morning, mum," he drawled.
"Hello, Severus," she whispered. Severus could see that she was clearly distressed.
"What's the matter? All that yelling woke me up..." Severus pulled up a chair.
"Just your father... he didn't come home last night and just got back this morning. I hate it when he does that," she sighed, rubbing her temples.
"All you two do is fight. I can't imagine you'd actually enjoy him being here."
Eileen Snape shot a sharp, accusing stare at her son, but it softened into what appeared to be a half smile, half grimace.
A flash of his old life came hurdling back to him then. His father was standing over his mother screaming, a fist raised in the air. Severus felt himself shake with sobs of fear and sadness as he watched from the corner. He remembered that this event happened right before the first of September of 1971... right before he left for Hogwarts.
Severus stared at his mother, who had zoned out in their brief lull in conversation.
"Mum?"
"Yes, Severus?" She responded, trying her hardest to sound like her thoughts were on the conversation and not on her abusive, raging Muggle husband.
"Why do you stay with Dad?"
Eileen was shocked. She had never really given it much thought.
"Why don't you go outside and play, Severus?" She encouraged him.
Severus stared at his mother, hoping that asking such a simple question might change her thoughts on staying with his horrid father. He jumped from his seat, but before he could make it to the back door, his mother's voice stopped him.
"Sev, before you go, run upstairs and give your hair a wash," She jerked her head toward the staircase.
"And I'll see if I can find you another pair of pants. Looks like you've outgrown those."
Severus ran to his mother and hugged her. "Thanks, mum."
He ran upstairs, faintly hoping that this would be the start of a very new life.