4:30 PM: November

Harry James Potter was missing. And Severus couldn't help but feel uneasy. He sat by the empty bed and waited. "He will surely return, Severus." Poppy said leaning against a door frame. "He always comes back."

"I know he does. But I am concerned with if he is in danger or not. I don't want him hurt...again." She sighed and left the older man alone. He was becoming impatient with the boy disappearing. And not only that, his eye was still throbbing from his most recent activity with the Dark Wizard. He denied any pain because he had learned that this was better than what he used to feel. And there Severus sat. Then, there was a noise. A static noise and as Severus looked at the empty bed, Harry apparated. His eyes looked weary but red like he had been looking in fire.

"Where were you, Potter?" Severus growled. Harry said nothing as he let his body fall on its back. Harry groaned. "Answer me. Now." Harry opened his eyes slowly and at the one look of Severus he gasped. The young boy sat up and brought his hand close to Snape's face who vigorously flinched. Harry contracted his hand then slowly brought it to Snape's wounded eye.

"What is this?" Harry asked softly. Severus sighed and grabbed Harry's hand lightly and pulled it away from his fresh wound.

"That isn't any of your business. Now answer me: where were you?" Harry looked down. He looked at Snape and unbuttoned his hospital robes. There, his dark swirls that are inked on his chest swirled. Severus became mesmerized. Then, it felt like all the pain of his eye vanquished. Severus shook his head. "Accio, mirror." Severus said quietly. Once a mirror was in his hand, his eye had a darker feel to it. It was healed more than Poppy could. But nevertheless, Snape knew what Harry had done. It was dark magic. And although his eye looked the same, minus the red puffiness, it had a darker feel. Something twisty and worse. It wasn't relatively ugly. But it was more brooding and serious. Severus looked at the boy who was then sound asleep. Snape looked at the swirling chest that calmed down and then stood in place as if they didn't move. And he left. He made his way to his Godson, Draco Malfoy. Severus sighed as he stood up and walked down the long, cold corridors. The dungeons of Hogwarts Castle are located under Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and it is colder there than in the main castle. The Potions classroom is located in the dungeons, as is the entrance to the Slytherin Common Rooms and dormitories.

The walls are hard and cold cobblestone, with moss growing from each crevice. Chains lay on the walls, with hammered metal shackles on the floor. There would be depressions in the floor, perhaps where people were kept for extended periods of time. In the air hung the scent of death... and suffering. There was a strange cold that surrounded the back of the room. On the side of the wall, there was a black stain. It was the stains of the muggle killings by the Basilisk that everyone seemed to ignore when cleaning up the mess. How pathetic. Snape thought to himself as he hurried down to the Slytherin Common Rooms.

Severus made his way to the Common Rooms. The students that dared look up gasped and put their heads down. He kept his back straight and his robes bellowed behind him as he reached the couch. He stopped in a way that his robes swished past him. "Where is Mr. Malfoy?" No one spoke. They seemed to be distracted by the new scar on his eye. And it seemed they feared the way his right eye was now split like a Snake. "Where is Mr. Malfoy?" He barked. Then there was a small voice of Pansy.

"In his rooms, sir." He gave no one anymore attention as he briskly walked to the dorms. He opened the door to Draco's room. The boy was awake, but his body seemed weak. Severus slammed the doors shut. "Silencio!" He barked at the weakened child. The doors locked and there was a clear mist that engulfed the room. He walked to the boy whose face was pale with fear. Severus did not like this. He did not like this at all. "What did you do?!" He yelled. Draco made a small whimper.

"Professor, please-" Severus held his hand up.

"You are a child!" Draco sat up with his eyes red and puffy from crying about his mistake and anger.

"I am not! He chose me! He chose me! And I have to do what he says!" Severus walked closer to the boy's bed.

"You don't need this! Why? Why did you go to the meeting?!"

"He was going to do it either way! You know the plan! I have to do it! Or he'll kill me!" Then Severus snapped. A child...has to kill or he'll be killed.

"Let me see it..." Draco gripped his arm away from Severus. Snape sighed. "Please, let me at least heal it. Let me heal your body so you aren't so weakened." Draco obliged. And as Severus inched closer Draco gasped at the look of the eye.

"What-" Severus looked at him with a daring look. "Nevermind." Severus rolled up the boy's sleeve and there it was. The Dark Mark. The Dark Mark is the symbol of Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters. It refers both to a magically induced brand that every Death Eater bears on his or her inner left forearm, and to the same symbol summoned in the sky by the curse Morsmordre. It was a colossal skull, composed of what looked like emerald stars, with a serpent protruding from its mouth like a tongue. As they watched, it rose higher and higher, blazing in a haze of greenish smoke, etched against the black sky like a new constella. Severus looked at the way it was fresh.

"Oh...Draco...why...you're so young..." Severus spoke softly. Snape placed his wand on the mark and it healed. It looked like it has been there for some time and the weakness Draco felt seemed to have vanished. Severus backed away from the boy whose face looked ridden with fear and regret.

"It was my parents. They had to be followers." Severus couldn't respond. He knew the way Voldemort lied to everyone. Promising them all power.

7:00 PM: November

Harry felt strange. He remembered the wound on Snape's eye. What had really happened? What did Voldemort do to this man? As Harry was thinking hard about what could have aggravated someone enough to do that, Minerva McGonagall came into the Hospital Wing. "Hello, Mr. Potter." Harry sat up in bed. He made himself look straight and apprehensive.

"Hello, Headmaster." She held up her hand.

"Please. I came here with some...concerns." Harry's face went pale in fear. What happened now?

"Okay..."

"Nothing to worry about. I and the staff, along with the Ministry find it inappropriate for you and Severus to have this connection." Harry's face went faint red that looked deep, only because his face paled. "Tomorrow, you are receiving a therapist." This made Harry's blood boil with anger.

"I don't want one. I don't need one." Minerva furrowed her eyebrows.

"Mr. Potter, surely you can't think Professor Snape can take you in? He is one of your professors. That is declared inappropriate. Muggle and Magic Laws agree on that. Harry said nothing. She sighed. "Although he is being kind to you and has done what he can, we have been nice to you, also. So now, Professor Snape will be backing away. I don't want to know or see you being in his personal chambers. I allowed you to go into the Slytherin House, but this has gone too far. You are receiving a therapist. Tomorrow you will be meeting her." Harry's eyes darkened with rage.

"I. Don't. Want. Her." Minerva sat up.

"I don't care, young man. You are under our care. And you are going to meet her tomorrow. Whether we have to hex you or not!" And just like that, Minerva turned on her heels and began to walk out. Harry felt tears burning in his eyes. How could she do this to me? He is...he is so kind to me. Why do they care now? What happened? Why are they doing this to me? And Harry curled himself in a ball in the Hospital Bed and felt the tears silently running down his face. He didn't dare let any sounds out. He couldn't believe this. This was...this was something new. But Harry felt the numbness. He felt the way his anger and pain had squeezed like he had his legs. And then...it was gone. He was numb. And so he got out of his bed and went to the bathroom. The tears that clung to his face burned with rage. His eyes began to get puffy and he felt his hands gripped the side of his face. He felt the way he was going mad. He wanted to rip his skin off. He wanted to pull so much that he would rip it off. He felt that the amount of pain and madness was pulling his mind apart. He stood in the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. "Silencio." He seethed through gritted teeth. The bathroom had a clear flow throughout the room as the silencing charms were placed up. In the mirror Harry saw how his eyes were darkened with rage.

He gripped the bathroom sink as he felt one tear fall from his right eye. He watched his reflection. Cursing at himself. "Bloody freak. You don't deserve to live. You ruin everything. You are sick and ill." Harry bunched his fist and punched the mirror. The mirror made a large smash noise as the broken shards of glass deepened in his skin. He looked at the way his body was discolored and the new, fresh blood dripping rubies as the glass sunk deeper. Harry stared at the broken mirror, ignoring the shards of glass wanting to go deeper. He saw the way the mirror still showed his eyes. He can never run away from the darkness that consumed him. He knew there was no such thing as escape anymore. They were taking Snape away from him. They were taking the only man he learned to completely trust away from him.

Harry stood there. He stood in enraging silence. "Vulnera Sanentur." He wished. The blood that had spattered on the floor and the mirror was absorbed back into his skin. He felt the way his skin tightened and healed. Only a small scar on his hand. Harry felt the tears drying on his cheek as he fell on the floor weeping in anger and loneliness. He didn't want Snape to have to throw him away. He wanted Severus Snape to be...to be his father. He wanted Snape to help him more. He wanted the father figure.

9:00 PM: November

What felt like a thousand years of being on the floor, Harry stood up. He released the silencing charms around the room and he looked around the Hospital Wing if he was being watched. When he figured he was clear, he walked out. His bare feet felt like icicles when he walked down the cold corridors. The concrete was hard on the souls of his feet, but he continued. He walked to the Slytherin Common Rooms so he could go to the dorms. Once he made it, Slytherins were all scattered. Since it was late, most were in bed, and the other half was up laughing, studying, joking, and practicing spells. Harry made his way to the stairs of the dorms. His feet burned with chill but he made his way. He walked into his dorm and saw Draco and Blaise sitting on their beds laughing and joking. They saw Harry and stopped. Blaise gasped. "Harry! What are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be in the Hospital Wing?" Harry closed his eyes and for the first time, he felt tears begging for escape...in front of people. Draco looked at his friend with worry.

"What's wrong, Potter?" Harry curled in a ball.

"Headmaster McGonagall came to talk to me." No one spoke. All that could be heard was the deep breathing from Harry as he tried to calm himself. "She told me I'm getting a therapist and that I and Professor Snape have an 'inappropriate' relationship. She says she has done enough for me from even letting me switch Houses but Snape is a teacher here, so that I cannot set foot in his private chambers..." Harry dryly sobbed out. Harry and Blaise looked at each other then back to Harry.

"I'm so sorry, Harry." Blaise said. "I think she is just scared. I don't know. But don't listen to her. She is an old bat."

"I tried to tell her I don't want a therapist, but she wouldn't listen..." Harry curled in his bed.

"Why can't Granger say she will take you in, but actually let Snape take you in? I think this is very odd. Like he takes care of all his Snakes. But what's different than the rest of us is that you don't have anywhere to go. Do they expect you just live with strangers?" Draco proposed. "I mean, her parents must adore you or whatever. So...I don't know." Harry wiped his eyes and closed them. He sniffed.

"You're right. I'll talk to her tomorrow." Draco and Blaise looked at each other then watched as Harry's frail body made its way under the covers of the Slytherin bed. "Malfoy."

"Yes, Potter?" Draco smirked.

"You're father...is...protected. Same as your Mother." Draco gave Harry a questioning look.

"What do you mean, Potter?"

"I met...You-Know-Who." Blaise swished his wand to shut the door that was somewhat opened.

"You have got to tell us everything, Harry." Blaise said. Draco and Blaise conjured two chairs and pulled them closer to the boy under the blankets. Harry sat up and wrapped the blankets around his small body.

"When I was in the coma for the few days, Voldemort was in my mind. I am on his side. And to be on his side, he had to promise to protect the Malfoys and Severus Snape. In return, I became The Prince of Darkness." Blaise and Draco stared at Harry with wide eyes. "It is okay, though."

"But..but why? My father...he tried...to you know..." Draco said as his face reddened.

"But you deserve your whole family. Yeah, they bloody well messed up, but they are still your parents and you don't deserve to be parentless. Your father and I don't see eye-to-eye. And frankly, no offense, but I despise him. He did try to kill me...many times. But you don't deserve to be orphaned like me. I don't respect your father. But I don't wish he were dead." Blaise looked at Draco who looked to be studying Harry.

"Wow." Blaise said. "I don't...wow. You did that for him? Draco..." Blaise began to say. Draco held out his hand. Harry took it and they shook hands.

"Thank you, Pot-Harry. I mean it. You didn't have to do that." But as Draco was talking Harry twisted his left arm slightly and nodded his head toward his arm that showed a bit of the black mark of the Death Eaters. Draco twisted his arm so the mark isn't seen. "You...you...you were there!" Blaise looked like he has been left out of the group.

"Out of where? What happened? Come on, guys. Tell me. " Harry let go of Draco's hand and nodded his head toward Blaise.

"I was there. If you would like to, you can tell him what happened. This isn't my choice to tell." Draco looked saddened.

"I-I...I had to do something." Blaise looked confused. "Just don't tell anyone, okay?" Blaise nodded. "I-I-I got...the...you know..." Blaise still looked confused. So Draco rolled up his sleeve that showed the large Dark Mark on his left forearm. Blaise gasped.

'Woah! Draco...what? Since..what?"

"I had to. If I didn't he was going to kill me." Blaise looked at Harry then at Draco. Then at Harry then at Draco.

"Is...is it real? Aren't you young?" Draco nodded.

"He has...more plans for me...more than this..." Blaise and Harry fell silent.

"Wait, there is more? What more?" Harry asked Draco.

"I have to marry. Marry a Pureblood and I have to get her pregnant then we mixed the DNA by including His DNA with mine and hers..." No one dared to say anything. "I have more to do...I have to kill someone." Draco's eyes watered and his veins turned red and puffy. "I can't kill anyone...I can't." Harry patted Draco's shoulder.

"Who do you have to kill?" Draco just shook his head.

"I have so much to do...I have to do it by the end of this year..." Harry got out of bed and went to his suitcase that was under his bed. He pulled it out and saw the many clothes that were newly bought. He threw on a clean pair of socks and sweatpants and a sweatshirt.

"Let's go to the kitchens. We can make Hot Chocolate and then try to sleep." The two other boys nodded their head.

"Okay." Blaise and Draco said at the same time. They each dressed and all three boys made sure Snape wasn't in the Common Rooms as they ran down the corridors to the kitchens where the House Elves work. And they all got dressed in casual clothes and made their ways to the kitchens.

10:00 PM: November

It was nighttime and Severus wandered the halls. He was the notorious hall duty monitor. He hated this job. He walked along the corridors that became chilled by the outside winds. The world outside was getting colder. The grounds were being frosted like the Dementors had come once more. As Severus walked deeper into The Great Hall admiring the way the shadows engulfed the room. He walked up and own the rows and rows of tables remembering his time at Hogwarts. The very first year at Hogwarts.

Severus Snape had a crooked nose and his hair was long...ish. His hair was black as Midnight and his eyes cold and dark as coal. His smile didn't seem natural. It seemed like his mind was filled with ideas to burn Hogwarts. His eyes held pain but it also held resentment and anger. No one dared to look at him. No one but Lily Evans, that is. Her hair was red as a blooming flower and her eyes were green as a fragile, light emerald that shined in the light. She stuck by Severus Snape. But once they were separated in different houses, Severus tried his hardest to seem like everything was normal. He felt alone and isolated. Not even the students of his own house liked him.

Severus walked down the corridors. His new scar darker than the rest of his face. Hidden in the shadows, but hidden in such a way that made him like a beast. As Severus turned on his heels to head back to his own private chambers, he heard clattering in the kitchen. He snarled and let his cape bellow behind him as he rushed to the place of noise. He slammed the door open, "What the hell is going on here?!" He snarled. There he saw the dimly lit kitchen glowing on three young boys. His boys. "Malfoy. Potter. Blaise. What are you doing here at this time?" Draco's face paled and Harry was frozen. Blaise stepped forward to Professor Severus Snape.

"Sir, we were hungry. We will clean up. We promise. But we needed something to help us sleep." Draco nodded his head quickly.

"Yes, what he said." Harry was still frozen. his tiny and frail body glowed in the light. Harry burrowed his eyebrows.

"Watch what you say...someone might think you're...up...to...something." And then Severus slammed the door behind him. Those children! How dare they sneak out! It is late and they are needed to be, if anywhere, in the Common Rooms. Severus stood outside the door then walked along the darkened corridors. As he made his room he felt weary. He didn't bother to undress but instead fell in his room. His eyes closed and the fireplace light dimmed and the lights went out.

It was a dark, snowing night. Severus was wondering the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts. He was young. He wore a cloak of all black. There was no cape. The black outfit wrapped around him tightly and added a darkened appearance to him. It was winter, and the snow was lightly falling. From a distance, there were sounds of explosions. Severus Snape stopped in his tracks and looked around. There were echoes. He grabbed his wand tightly and stood his ground. His eyes turned cold and deadened. Then there she was: Lily Evans Potter. Her red hair speckled with beautiful snowflakes. Her large, emerald eyes pierced into his. He looked at her and let his hardened eyes fall gentle until he saw an explosion right next him. She gripped her wand and she looked angry. Severus fell on his feet and looked frightened and weakened by the act. He had never known her for such acts. She walked closer to him. Severus stood up and moved through the trees, with fear, until he stopped and held his wand. He stood behind a tree and heard silence. He waited for sound. His wand near his face. There was nothing but the light wind moving among the dead trees. There she stood: a still figure amidst the gusts of wind and snow. Standing thirty feet away from him, she stood wearing red. "Show your face, Severus! Show it you coward!" She yelled. Her voice echoed amongst the trees.

"You're a monster!" She yelled. The trees stopped whistling in the wind. As if they were afraid to make any noise. Severus didn't dare move. But his voice echoed around her.

"It's just us now. James Potter can't save you." His wand was lightly gripped. He couldn't think to hurt her. Her emerald eyes squinted as she looked for him from behind the trees.

"You coward! You monster!" He ran to another tree. He knew that he could have killed James. He was so close to it. And he felt horrified, but he knew better than to cry and regret. It was an accident to what happened in Defense Against Dark Arts. But James taunted him and Severus knew he was the best in the class...it would only make sense to be able to show his power and skill... After a beat, Lily moved forward with her wand and aimed it at the tree Severus was behind. Severus moved from behind the tree and raised his wand, the force stopped her. She struggled under the blast of power from his wand. She couldn't fire any spells and he strained too, against her, especially from the wound on his face from James before the fall. Snape gestured powerfully from his wand, a darkened red filluminating from his wand and a red blast flew to her hand and her wand was gone. With another gesture, she flew back and slammed into a tree thirty feet away. She dropped to her hands and knees in the snow and seemed dazed and hurt. Severus stopped and held his wand down as he heard her breathe quietly. She looked up to him. "You monster!" There was a glow of yellow as her wand was summoned to her hand. The wand landed in the palm of her hand as she stood up. The wand gripped and stood. She faced him, but was stunned by the way it attracted to her. She held it with both hands as she ignites an orange blast, and for the first time, her eyes were blazed with fire. All that could be heard in the forest were the illuminating power from both wands. Severus felt the power surge from her wand and pushed against his. Then, there were flurries of snow surrounding them both, like a tornado surrounding them, locking them in this battle. Yet, for her lack of understanding of what true power was, she seemed stronger than he was. And he felt his heart scream for it to end. He never meant to hurt James Potter. He meant to scare him.

And as the fight continued and her eyes blazed, he found the strength and fought back against her. He moved forward and pushed her back deeper into the forest. Then, as her wand hits the ground, behind her, the ground cracked open and a fiery pit was exposed. Snape's eyes gazed at the hot fire and knew he must let himself lose if he wanted her to live. But he looked at her. Fear and anger cowered in her eyes and she had never looked in much need of her friend than ever. But as he moved closer, gently aiming his wand down, and reached his hand out, she reacted. She swished her wand and it hit his shoulder. He aimed his wand and pushed her closer to the new cliff. He walked towards her as she struggled. "You need a teacher...please...I can help you. I can teach you the darker parts of magic that can help...please..." She closed her eyes for a long beat and upon opening them, she seemed centered. Her emerald eyes calmed and she pounded back.

"I'd rather die than to learn the magic you are learning. You are cruel and evil like every other Death Eater and this is NOT someone I ever want to be friends with!" And her eyes got hardened, yet stayed gentle, as she grasped and readied her wand. A single hand swiped and hit him in the shoulder again. Then again. Then again. His arms being ripped open and the blood began to drip onto the perfectly white snow. He didn't dare continue the fight. He wanted her on his side. He wanted her to know the true power. She could have everything she ever dreamed of: a family and a happy life. Severus looked up, his nose was bleeding and his back was ripped along with his shoulder. She stood over him and didn't dare give any expression.

Severus fell onto the ground and she still showed no mercy. She slashed again and again. Hitting his back. It felt like a whip. Like his father's whip. Ripping into the skin and he whimpered and suddenly, he looked at her. There were large burn scars forming on his back and he reached for his wand/ She could have killed him. But she didn't. And with one vicious strike, he knocked her on her feet. And he apparated away. Not wanting to hit her with his wand. His hand burned with power. His heart filled with anger as he wanted to hit her. But even as he apparated away, he knew that as angry as he was, he could never hurt her. And he left her there: in the snowy forbidden forest that began to stain red with his blood.

He apparated to Riddle Manor where Lord Voldemort helped young Severus with his wounds. Scars appeared on his back and shoulder. Voldemort didn't say a word. But he did make a sound. He cackled as Severus nearly passed out. He cackled as he used his wand to sew up Snape's back from a simple, muggle-born girl. Severus had never felt so weak. This is his life now. And he needed Lily Evans in his life. And he was willing to even seduce her to the darker side.

And while Severus stayed the night at Riddle Manor he couldn't help but remember the look of hatred and anger there was in Lily's eyes. "You're a monster!" The worst thing he said to him. A monster. He starred in the fire as he contemplated this. A monster, she would rather be dead than ever love him. Who would love a monster?

Severus woke up in cold sweats. He looked around the darkened room and then took his wand and left his dorm. He walked the darkened halls to the Slytherin Common rooms and made sure everyone was in bed. He cracked open every door and saw all the kids sleeping soundly in their beds. He stopped at the room Harry and Draco were sleeping and stood in the doorway. He couldn't help but feel uneased by the sleeping boys. Their breathes were so soft and low. Severus left once again and walked the corridors. His robes bellowed behind him as he did. He walked around the school in look for it. For the mirror. He searched high and low, but there wasn't any mirror. He then knew there was one other place: the Headmaster's Office. He illuminated the tip of his wand as he entered the office. McGonagall wasn't there and the room was left in the darkness. He checked every drawer and all corners. Until he found it: hidden behind a window. Hidden and almost invisible. And it was cloaked. And Severus grasped the sheet and ripped it off. The dust swarmed around him, and he coughed in a fit. When he looked at it he gasped in anger. It was broken. All the pieces of glass weren't even there. He stared at it. He saw Lily Evans. Her face split by the broken shards. And as if the magic was wearing off, she disappeared. No matter how long Snape stared at the mirror. He banged his hand against the glass and it made an echoed sound. He looked at the mirror and ripped a piece of glass off. He needed it. And just like that: he was gone from the office before Minerva could see him. The mirror was hidden just the way she had it. And he held the piece of glass in his robes. He walked with pain in his eyes. The corridors had never seemed lonelier.

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