Disclaimer: I sadly do not own any of the characters created by J.K Rowling. I only own the characters I have created.

Warning: Graphic descriptions of abuse. If you are easily triggered by this, this chapter is not really important to the storyline, but I added it in to show how different some characters can be in an alternate timeline.

Severus was appalled by Remus's question, knowing that he had told Remus that he was abused. Did he think I was kidding? Was that really necessary? I'm not a liar, Severus thought to himself. I bet his father doesn't beat him. He may be a half-blood, but I bet his parents care about him. He's the only child they have.

Remus repeated himself, knowing what the scars were, "What's that on your back Severus, what is it."

Severus stuttered, "It's n-nothing, d-d-don't wo-worry ab-b-bout it R-r-remus."

"You know that it's not nothing Severus. It's something that your father did to you. You don't deserve that Severus, especially with those two Gryffindors wanting to cause you harm. This place is probably your only escape from your abusive home life and that's extremely valuable to you, considering the fact that if you went home, you would get hurt. And not just physically, but mentally as well. Can you tell me what those scars are from."

Severus swallowed a lump in his throat. He hated talking about the abuse, even in his second life, the thought of his father still scared him. He was beginning to get used to his smaller frame and his eleven year-old instincts told him that his father was someone to avoid. Hopefully his mother would find the courage to escape this time. Feeling a surge of confidence, Severus spoke clearly, the partial lie evident in his voice, "My father whipped me with an actual whip. He came home drunk one night and started to beat up my mother. I defended her and punched him and I don't remember what happened other than waking up in great amounts of pain."

~Graphic Flashback~

Tobias Snape had a little too much to drink. Four bottles of whiskey and half a dozen beers made his drunken state completely unbearable. He felt nauseous and would vomit at any second. He stumbled up the stairs outside his house and proceeded to ring the doorbell, not caring if he woke his family up even though it was two in the morning.

Eileen Prince was waiting by the front door for her spouse, Tobias. She loved him despite him being a foolish drunk. That's why they had married. She opened up the door and embraced her husband, hugging him. What was unexpected was what happened next; Tobias punched her in the nose and proceeded to vomit on the floor. Severus who was eleven years old was awakened by the doorbell. He moved out of his bedroom to find that his father was beating up his mother. He was unsure of what to do so he punched Tobias in the face. The next moment he blacked out temporarily and his hands were chained to a pole in the basement with a piece of cloth in his mouth to prevent him from screaming out. "You worthless piece of shit," Tobias screamed, whipping his worthless spawn, Severus.

The pain was the worst thing Severus had ever felt. That wasn't even an understatement. Sure all of his ribs had been broken at once but at least he wasn't profusely bleeding all over the floor. The pain felt like a bunch of muggle devices called bombs had exploded on his back and someone was forcefully ripping his skin apart. The tears burned in his eyes and Tobias Snape screamed, whopping Severus again, "How dare you punch me. You're just an inferior to me.

The pain Severus had felt before was nothing compared to this. As the second blow came, Severus was seeing yellow stars against his blackened field of vision. He couldn't help it as a salty year trickled down his cheek. He silently resented himself for this, Tobias had taught him to not cry unless he wanted to be hurt even more. "You're so pathetic. It doesn't even hurt that much. Be a man! Don't cry!" Tobias screamed, whipping Severus again.

Severus wanted to scream out but the piece of cloth in his mouth prevented that. The raw skin on his back was being reopened. His father must have heard his whimper, despite it being muffled by the cloth for Tobias whipped Severus repeatedly, long after his son had passed out.

Severus woke up chained to a pole, but thankfully his father was gone. There was duct-tape over his mouth and the stiffness in his joints indicated that he had been asleep for at least two days. He was in a lot of pain and it hurt when he breathed. His ankle could barely hold his weight if he dared to stand up and worst of all, he was completely naked. He had slumped down onto the ground quite awhile ago and he now was sitting in a pool of his own blood. And his own piss. If his father saw him now, he would scream at the damage done to the basement floor.

The pain was too much.

Severus blacked out.

The next time Severus awoke, he was in a brightly coloured room. As his eyelids fluttered open, he noticed that he was covered in a thin blanket. Though everything was blurry, Severus noticed that he was in a hospital room that was decorated for children. He was too old for this. Being abused made him grow up too quickly. He saw his mother's familiar gaunt face looking at him and she cried, her bloodshot obsidian eyes staring into his own, "I'm so sorry. Tobias said you were at Lily's but I checked and she said she hadn't seen you for a couple of days. I just thought that you wanted to escape and I could completely understand; your dad's a monster. I healed the welts myself and put a glamour charm on them; the nurses here couldn't make them disappear, muggle whips do that. You had a severely broken tibia, some of it being in an open fracture and your ankle was severely sprained. You had several broken ribs as well as a punctured lung and a hairline skull fracture. The nurses here at Lakeland Hospital were surprised to see you pull through."

His mother had clearly been crying for a long time and of course, Tobias was nowhere to be seen. He recognized the place as a muggle hospital. "Why don't you just leave him?" Severus asked.

"I can't. If I did, he said that he would torture me until I died, then torture you and then commit suicide so he wouldn't be punished. I promise, I have a plan. Don't worry Sevvy. Oh and by the way, your fake name is Griffin Aldheart."

Severus looked at the name tag and read the name and the date of birth. It read,

Griffin Aldheart, May 27th, 1960.

~End Of Flashback~

Severus Snape didn't even realize he had been crying until Remus wiped a year from his eye. "I know Severus, it's hard. No father should ever do that to their child. Never. You don't deserve it. Would it make you feel better if I told you one of my secrets? It's a bad one," Remus comforted, tears nearly welling up in his own eyes.

Severus nodded and Remus opened his mouth before realizing what he was about to do. Quickly, the werewolf ran off to the dormitories and Severus understood why, already knowing Remus's secret. Remus was afraid Severus would tell everyone and stop being his friend.