Potter left in a hurry, alongside him were his two useless sidekicks. Ever since Severus Snape had been hanging around that snake, he would take many doses of anti-venom potions every day. Most of his savings were spent on it. He had bought litres upon litres, on the off chance that the war would keep going for any more time . Now that the Dark Lord assumed he was dead, he began his escape to freedom . But first he needed to heal. He flailed his arms around wildly, searching for his Ebony wand. He searched his two pockets on his robes, but couldn't find it anywhere.

"Where the fuck is it"

He was beginning to sweat, without a wand it would take him a while to heal.

Dying due to lose of blood was not ideal. If he doesn't find it, he won't survive a day as an on-the-run death eater . A glint of black caught his eye. His wand was lying metres away from him. He must have dropped it when Nagini attacked him, he crawled over and grabbed it hungrily.

He pointed at his throat.

"Vulnera Sanentur"

The effect was instant. The last time he had used the spell was when Potter was being arrogant and had attacked Malfoy. He repeated the spell while pointing his wand to different injured parts of his body.

After healing he stared up at the ceiling. He had no time to rest. He would have to depart now. Severus got up and glanced at the window. He saw his reflection in the glass pane of the window . He had a two small scars on his neck, where Nagini had bit him. Using his wand, he used a spell to destroy the window of the Shrieking Shack. He climbed through and started jogging over to the forbidden forest.

He had to be weary, 3 years ago he had a nasty run in with a giant in the forest. He avoided the forest ever since but now was an exception. He crept in to the forest, he was extremely careful, travelling from tree to tree and making no noise. The forest was sort of peaceful at night time. He listened to the trees swaying quietly , flowers dancing with the breeze and hushed voices speaking . Severus froze. He heard a voice he recognised, the voice of the Dark Lord. He was there, he was there with him. He would have to fly out of there. But would he make it? He was too feeble to even consider flying, he had lost too much blood pretending to die in front of Potter, a stupid mistake. Potter better kill the damn Dark Lord. He shouldn't have gotten into this mess in the first place, if only he didn't listen to Lucius or Avery or Goyle, then he wouldn't be here. He'd probably be a healer in 's doing what he actually enjoys. Earning enough Galleons to have a nice flat and not Spinners End. A voice boomed through

Hogwarts . He wasn't listening though, he ran through the woodland, seeking the exit to the mountains. Twenty metres in front of him, he saw an acromantula running away from his direction frantically. Severus quickly dove behind a nearby tree, he wouldn't be able to take on an acromantula in this state. It seemed to be distressed, it looked to be in great emotional pain. As a young boy, Severus would constantly read about Spiders. He loved them and even tried to imitate walking like them before. He started keeping his hair greasy because a spiders hair was usually described as oily or greasy. He had to stop his obsession with them as his father would burn the library books he got about them. His father always said that he would step on him like he steps on spiders if he caught him reading about them. So Severus decided to stop. The acromantula left his sight and he eventually began creeping through the forest again.

Time passed and he finally arrived at a small opening into the mountains. Standing there, was a gang of snatchers, many of them.

Shit thought Snape. Surely he could fly a bit? Just a few hundred metres.

Snape considered it.

"Fuck it" He mumbled to nobody in particular. If he attacked them he would probably bring attention to that area of the forest.

The Dark Lord had thought Snape how to fly. Both of them wanted to fly, but without the inconvenience of growing feathers. He had thought him the ability after a particularly successful raid, in which Severus aided him greatly.

He flew over the snatchers and deeper into the mountains. He made sure he was out of viewing distance before collapsing on the ground. Flying is the most tiring ability somebody could manipulate. His glamour spell hid the balls of sweat forming in his forehead. Severus attempted to lift himself up. When he succeeded, he glanced at Hogwarts. It was quiet, it seemed like the battle had paused. Severus had never truly took in the beauty of Hogwarts, although that may be due to him spending most of his days in the dungeons of Hogwarts. He looked over at the forest and heard a loud shout . Suddenly a green flash appeared in the forest. Someone had been killed, but who? The flash blinded him and he gasped in pain and fell over while he protected his eyes from it . The light was gone as quick as it came and a deadly silence filled the air. The spell produced a dangerous amount of power. The anger the caster must have felt was beyond normal, perhaps even supernatural. He felt bizarre, as if a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He continued walking through the mountains.

He needed to sleep. He was deep into the mountains, and had been searching for a place to rest for about an hour. It was nearly dawn, the battle was now probably over. Severus could barely stand. His magic core was almost fully depleted, he could probably transfigure a few things before being completely fatigued. He scaled the start of another mountain, when could he apparate? A loud stomping filled the air. Severus spun around wildly and behind him was a troll. It was covered in scars and bruises that the troll could have only gotten from spell damage. Severus looked for a place to hide. The troll noticed him before he found anywhere. Severus froze. It shouted loudly and ran at him.

"Anteoculatia" Shouted Severus.

Why had he used that spell!? The spell hit the troll directly in the stomach. A second later huge antlers began growing on its head. It felt it and looked around, confused. It felt the antlers with its huge hands and started trying to rip them off. It screamed in frustration when it failed. The troll stumbled backwards into a rock and fell over and hit its head off the ground. The troll went limp and Severus walked over to check if it was still alive. The creatures eyes were wide open and it wasn't drawing any breath, so Severus assumed he had killed it. Severus hadn't killed since... well since the death eater raid on the orphanage after Dumbledore's death. The things he had seen made him promise to himself to only kill if necessary. He sat down under a nearby sycamore tree. The mountain had random areas of forestry and Severus was in one of them. He leaned backwards and felt his head hit the tree. The former death eater fell asleep almost instantly, thinking about the troll.

He awoke to an owl biting at his shoulder.

"What the?" Started Severus

A newspaper dropped onto his legs. He had forgotten about the daily prophet. He had ordered a membership after he became headmaster of Hogwarts. Severus threw the remaining knuts on him into the owl's beak. He quickly scanned the headlines. On the front page was a photo of Potter and the headline was:

THE BOY WHO LIVES DEFEATS THE DARK LORD!

Snape let out a sigh of relief. He read the rest of the article.

Last night a gruelling battle took place at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. The Dark Lord and his allies attacked Harry Potter and his. The battle ended when the Dark Lord fell to the hand of Potter. The remaining death eaters at the battle all proceeded to flee . The new temporary minister of magic; Kingsley Shacklebolt has ordered aurors to hunt them down. When Potter was asked about the battle, Potter replied with " We won the battle with ease, Lord Voldemort was no match to me. The reason why I hadn't killed him years ago was because Dumbledore, had placed enchantments on me! The old coot wanted everything to follow his plan, well guess what? It didn't work because I am superior to him, I am the Chosen One and I am the Boy Who Lived!" Around half way through the battle Potter was seen leaving the grounds and into the forest, possibly giving up and then later was seen in the hands of Rubeus Hagrid, the Hogwarts gameskeeper and was assumed to be dead, instead Potter got up and started throwing spells at You-Know-Who's army. The death eater forces pushed into the castle before Harry Potter fought The Dark Lord by himself and succeeded. Eye witness Dean Thomas commented this about the last duel; " When Harry came back from the forest, we all thought he was dead. There was a huge bump on the back of his head and we all had lost hope, until he rose from the dead and started firing curses at death eaters. We all joined in and destroyed the death eaters. Harry then had a face off with You-Know-Who and kept calling him Tom and kept talking about these horcruxes and how he had destroyed them all without the help of Dumbledore. To be honest, he seemed a bit odd. I think it might have something got to do with the bump in his head, but that's not my business. Harry barely won the fight and everyone tried to give him a hug." Could Harry Potter also have sustained a brain injury? When dark art expert, Skita Reeter was asked about 'horcruxes' she replied with " In all of my life, I have never heard of an object named a horcrux . Perhaps, Potter may have something wrong with him?" Potter is rumoured to be running for minister in a few days and his sidekick, Ron Weasley, has already submitted an application to join the aurors. Read more on page 2..

Severus stopped reading the text. Did Potter sustain a brain injury? The arrogant bastard would never act like this surely. Is he more like his father than he realised? Severus stopped and cleared his mind of all thoughts. This was irrelevant at the moment, what mattered was him getting out of the mountains. Surely he could disapparate now? He got up and spun around. His attempt was met with a powerful barrier, which sent him flying off of the mountain and into the nearby valley. He flew through the air at high speeds. Panic rose through him again.

"Arresto Momentum!" He cried.

He stopped an inch from the ground and then proceeded to hit it. No injuries. Dumbledore had placed extremely powerful barriers on the outskirts of Hogwarts in the hopes that if The Dark Lord did invade he wouldn't be able to leave so easily. However he was making progress. The most powerful of the spells was on the outskirts which meant he could disapparate soon. In the meantime he would have to walk another mile or two. Severus groaned. He hated walking.

He landed in Spinners End. The town was a shit hole. It was full of deserted brick houses and broken street lamps, all near a dirty river, the population of the town had dropped drastically since Severus' birth. Either the people died, got arrested or just left. By then the sun had risen and the inhabitants of Spinners End had either went to work or went back to drinking and abusing drugs so Severus was not seen apparating beside a tree near the river. Severus walked over to the streets of buildings. He had disillusioned himself to prevent any non-muggles noticing him. He scanned the rows of streets for his run down home, which was still 10 times nicer than most of the houses in Spinners End. He found his childhood home in the third row of houses. He approached the door and hastily opened it. Stepping inside he was met with a smell of wine. He had used the stuff to make his home smell better. Elf-made wine was one of his favourite things to drink, after his Mother's smoothies. He barely thought about his parents, after all, he had killed his father to join the death eaters and his mother had left when she found out. At the time he didn't regret it, but as he got older he realised his mistake. He started to miss her, sometimes more than he missed Lily. He suspected that she had went abroad, but with his role in the war he had no time to find out. He walked to the small living room and dropped the newspaper on a nearby table. He hated his life, he hated Voldemort, he sometimes even hated Dumbledore but most of all he hated himself. He hated his past actions, his discrimination of Lily, his ambitions as a teenager, his disgusting face. He always wanted to have a different life, a good life like Black or Potter. Sometimes he was jealous of them. They were loved and still are loved by his son and other admirers. Potter was famous for good things while he was famous for killing, raping and ruining every wizards and witches life, and it was all because of the damn mark on his arm. If only he hadn't called Lily a mudblood, if only he hadn't been friends with Lucius, if only... The list went on and on. Severus, who by now had reached his broken bed, shed a tear. A genuine tear. Not a fake one, not a tear filled with a memory but a salty tear. He hadn't cried since he was 14, when him and his father visited a friend of his father, who forced Severus into a field full of bulls and angry protective cattle. The bulls took their turns ramming into him as Severus tried to escape but was blocked by the two bigger men. When he told his mother she just brushed it off. He had never felt more alone. After that day he began hating his father. It was because of that hatred that he ended up joining the death eaters, the group who killed his best friend and only love interest, Lily. Severus wiped away the tear and got up. His father always hit him whenever he cried until Severus learnt not to cry in front of him. Snape decided on what he would do. He decided that he was going to change his life for the better. A new identity, new face, new house, new clothes, new everything. He wouldn't be living like this anymore. He got up and walked over to the small bathroom. First thing he would do was give himself a new face. He looked at himself in the dusty mirror. He seen a look of loathing in his eyes. He hated what he looked like, he kept his hair long because his parents would never take him to the barber. Once his father shaved all of Severus' hair off. He was bullied horribly in school especially by Potter and his cronies. His hair eventually grew back but not before he was humiliated badly. He punched himself hard. He was never the strong type but he knew how to punch. Years of being used as a punching bag made him know where it hurt to be punched the most and where it didn't. He lifted up his wand.

"Episkey"

He blood stopped pouring out of his nose. He pointed his wand at his nose. Severus wanted it to be smaller and for it to have a nicer shape. He began casting and after a while had a different noise which made him look completely different. He could still be recognisable though, so he added a decent stubble to his face. Anyone that knew him, knew that he loved shaving. He would shave every day as many times possible. Facial hair never looked good on his father and, in fact made his father look a bit like a pedophile. However that is what your average male looked like in Spinners End. He would need to shower, after all that was another thing recognisable about him. Stepping into the the small shower, he was met with a smell of just...filth. He hadn't showered in his house in years. He would usually use a spell to clean or refreshen himself. He looked down and seen the shampoo Minerva had given him year ago. She thought it would be a funny Christmas present. She hadn't gifted him anything else in years. Severus let his robes and undergarments fall to the ground and he turned on the shower after stepping inside once again. The cold water poured onto his head and down his body. Severus started coughing and spluttering. He wasn't use to showering. He moved out of the way of the falling water and gasped for air. Dipping back under it again, he opened the shampoo bottle. He raised it over his head and started squeezing the bottle. A yellowish shampoo started falling out of the bottle and into his hair. He gave his hair a good rub and let the water wash it off. A smell of mangos filled the air. It must have been a fruit shampoo Minerva had bought him thought Severus.

A few minutes later he stepped out of the shower feeling cleaner that ever. He scratched his head furiously. His hair felt different, less oily and more soft. He sort of liked it. Maybe he should shower more. He bent down and lifted his wand off of the ground and transfigured a rag in the corner to a silk towel. He grabbed it and started drying himself. He looked at himself in the mirror. Severus could barely recognise the face in the mirror. The only thing that could give him away on his face are his eyes. Severus' eyes were completely black. He had dyed them when he was younger in order to look more like a spider. Lifting his wand towards his eyes, he cast a glamour to change his eye colour. Brown would be a respectable colour. He looked at himself out of his new eyes. He didn't look half-bad, better then before at least. He robed himself and walked back into the living room. He wouldn't stay here for long, maybe a day or two max. Severus looked for the broken floorboard that he hid some money in. He also scowled himself for the choice but he had no where else to hid it. Plus nobody would think to check under a floorboard if he was being robbed. Robbery, what would it be like? Maybe with his new life... Severus stopped that though quickly. He was going to do honest, decent work. He found the little box he kept the money in and he withdrew the pouches of galleons. He had never had an account in Gringotts. After all, he made less than Filch in his Hogwarts days. Even as headmaster he didn't make a lot, it was the reason why he still lived in Spinners End. In the pouches he had 200 galleons, which was enough for him to rent a room in the Leaky Cauldron for a few days. He might as well started moving now. He walked over to the bookshelf that blocked the entrance to his potion lab (basement) and locked in up. He looked around the small house for anything he needed but couldn't find anything important. He had barely any possessions dues to his wealth. He closed the door behind him and glanced back one last time before departing for Diagon Alley.