A/N: It was suggested to me that it seems as though Snape may have had a traumatic childhood and so bedwetting would make sense for him... and so, always happy for suggestions, I wrote this. It's short but there may be more of him to follow! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Still not mine.

Bad Memories

"Worthless little freak!"

Pain, sharp and sudden, and his nose was suddenly bleeding.

"D-Daddy, p-please," four year old Severus Snape pleaded, backing into the corner and cowering fearfully.

"Stand up and face this like a man, you little snot," his father snarled, reaching down to his small son and grabbing the collar of his shirt, yanking him to his feet.

"I-I d-didn't m-mean to!" Severus sobbed. "I-it was a b-bad dream!"

"How many times have I told you not to wake me up with your screams at night!" his father shouted, towering over him, spit flying from his mouth.

"S-s-s-sor-r-r-ry," the four year old stuttered, terrified and crying uncontrollably, a puddle fast forming as his feet as he began to wet himself in fear, urine quickly soaking his drab gray underpants and streaming down his bare legs.

Severus, overcome with fear, all of his attention on his father, didn't notice and in disgust his father threw him against the wall, advancing on him angrily.

"N-no… p-please," Severus whispered, sinking to the floor as he continued to pee, quite unable to control himself, enclosed in a circle of his own wetness and trembling.

Still the man he called father advanced, his hands curling into fists at his sides, his eyes glinting murderously…

Two in the morning, 10 years later…

Fourteen year old Severus Snape was stretched out on the couch in the empty Slytherin common room, Defense Against the Dark Arts book open and draped across his chest as he slept.

In his mind a dream (memory) from years ago was playing itself out in his head and in his sleep the teenager couldn't help whimpering in remembered fear, unaware that the events going through his head were long since over.

In his head his father reigned supreme and as his younger dream-self began to urinate in meek, subservient fear the older Severus's crotch darkened as well, urine bursting from him as he slept.

Tears streamed down the teenager's face as he peed without waking, his trousers and the couch under him quickly becoming completely saturated, crying out as, in the dream, his father began to beat him.

Severus, whimpering and crying, slept on.

He wouldn't wake for another few hours when a few other students would trickle into the common room and wake him with their laughter.

They would push him around and bully him some (though not nearly as badly as his own father) and it would be Lucius Malfoy, a couple years his senior, who would come to his rescue, as no one ever did when he was younger.

The older boy, smirking slightly but still showing more kindness than any of the others, would lead him safely through the throng of students that would gather around him before Lucius would get there and to the loo where he could clean up.

In his sleep though, lying in his own urine, Severus is unaware of all of this and as his bladder empties the dream of his father slowly fades from his mind he falls into a more restful sleep…

For a few more hours at least…