Severus Snape was troubled. Normally during the summer he could relax and devote himself to his passion, exotic potions and rare ingredient research. But something unexpected came across his desk not long after dinner. It was a notice informing him of the arrival of 2 orphans. The weasly chit he had been expecting, but the dursley boy. According to the paper work the boy was muggle born. But the boys mothers name caught his eye. Petunia Dursley, the sister of his once love Lilly Evans. His childhood was torture all around except for the ray of sunshine that Lilly Evans radiated. Of the many less than pleasant individuals, to enter and leave his life. Petunia Dursley was near the top. Her horrible presence often heralded the end of his cherished time spent with her sister. She would tattle, berate, and degrade himself and lilly to the fullest extent of her ability. This boy was certainly an interesting surprise. Lilly was powerful, but petunia couldn't even exude a magical fart to save her life if she had been feed all the magical beings in the world. So how did she happen to pop out a wizzard for a son? It was so draining on his thoughts, severus decided to cave in. He would go and see the boy before engaging in his pre-bedtime nightcap.
Making his way to the medical wing, severus thought of the possibilities. The boy wouldn't be staying long, just three months. Then hopefully he would be gone, some one elses headache. How ever, it would only be a few short years before he would have to deal with him again. Better to gather information now to use later in order to control him. After all no son of that plebian woman could ever be a tolerable addition so society.
Minutes later severus arrived to find the hopsital wing darkened, one lone hurricane lamp lit by the door. Pomfrey must have drugged both children in order to get them to sleep. It wasnt unheard of, especially in the beginning when the Per Child act had first been implemented. The sudden influx of magical children was overwhelming. So many muggleborns had been ripped from the arms of their loving parents, never to be seen again. It was revolutionary, but painful. Now years later, the influx of muggleborn was never more than a handful at a time. Hogwarts was more than capable of handling the care and boarding of the small children until adoption.
Severus approached the beds slowly, a dark shadow blending into the other dark shadows in the hospital wing. They were so small, it was terrible to put them thru the emotional trauma that they no doubt experienced today. But a necessary evil, none the less. One beds occupant had curled up and cocooned themself in the blankets provided, masking the view of the childs face. Luckily for severus, the other child. The one he had come to see, had not hidden himself in his blankets. The child was in fact sideways on his cot, legs and arms hanging over the sides. The starfish position many would say. The boy would wake with numb limbs and a pounding headache in the morning.
Taking pity on the dursley boy, severus removed his wand from his inner arm holster. A swish and a flick later the boy was righted on his cot, and his blanket pulled up to his chin. Being headmaster, severus had been free from performing such base duties. But every once in a while, he had been known to indulge. sneaking about the dorms from time to time. Under the guise that he was patrolling for rule breakers out of bed passed curfew. But in reality, it was a rare treat for him. He enjoyed children, when they were quiet. Sleeping, was in fact the quietest they could get, minus death.
Observing the boy severus discovered the scar mentioned in the paper work. A peculiar shape and color on the boys forehead. The paperwork didn't mention how he got it. Perhaps, he mused. He would brew a proper scar removing potion. It appeared old, but it would at least lighten it for the boy. Poppy could pass it along preventing the boy from developing some notion that severus was a figure he could approach. He liked staying in the shadows, it was a comfort to him. Noticing the glasses, severus remarked mentally how thick they appeared. Didnt they develope corrective surgeries in the muggle world? He would have to add an eye exam visit from a more advanced healer than poppy, in order to ascertain the level of potion needed to make the boys eyes function correctly.
Lilly Evans..(*sigh) the paperwork had said that the boy had green eyes. Would they look like hers? No doubt, he most likely got them from his disgusting whale of a father. Severus had only met the man once at Lillys wedding to potter. But he couldnt recall Dursley's eye color,he was mostly distracted by the enormous size of the mans stomach. His cumber band barely contained his whale like girth.
Deciding he had lingered long enough severus retreated back the way he had come. Craving his nightcap more than ever.
