Chapter 4O: The Outskirts Of Sanity
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{"Have I ever thought of this before...Did I ever look behind the door...Have I ever tried to understand...Did I listen to the Other hand...Have I ever tried to see...Parts of you that aren't a part of me...Did I ever really want to know...Or am I just drifting with the flow...Lead me to the angle of your life...Let me see from there...Lead me to the angle and I'll try...To see the world from there...Why is it that I'm so full of hate...Why am I so dumb but so afraid...Have I ever tried to understand...Did I listen to the other hand...Why am I so dumb (Why am I so dumb)...Why am I so blind...So Narrow Minded...Why am I so dumb (Why am I so dumb)..."}The Angle,Core
Unknown Location, Forbidden Forest, Wizarding World...
Fuming and at a loss as to what to do with himself next, Regulus Snape took off from Hogwarts Castle with more questions than answers in terms of his father's strange behavior the last time he had seen him, while the younger Snape had known his father was accused of murdering former Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, it was later retracted by Harry Potter when the former Boy who lived petitioned the Wizarding community to place Severus Snape's Portrait in the Headmaster's Office as befitting a wizard whom had presided over the school during the dark days of Voldemort's short reign.
The urge to drink had hit the younger Snape full on and he contemplated returning to Hogshead Inn to have one. Knowing all too well that he'd be mistaken for his father and a fight would ensue, Regulus set a course for Spinner's End almost immediately.
He had not known why his father's portrait had been so eager to get rid of him and at this point he had not even bothered to care. It was exhausting trying to sift through the nonsense just to have a moment of peace again. His mother was gone. She had spent the better part of her life pining for a man whom had never deserved her love or her kindness especially when he had admitted to raping her for the sake of a revel to impress his twisted murdering peers.
Regulus balled his fists as he landed angry that he had even been born to such a monster as Severus Snape. He honestly didn't see the hold the old bastard had on women like Hermione Granger and his long suffering mother and why they believed there was good in someone so twisted to the point of blind worship.
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The Snape Residence,Spinner's End, Muggle World...
Broke glass greeted Regulus as he ventured into the house his father had been born in. The impoverish Snape family of old had all perished leaving only him as the decedent to occupy such a shit hole structure. While it was true the Malfoys had accepted him and given him a place within their mansion despite the place seeing better days prior to the war, The embittered young wizard wished to sit in the darkness of his father's sitting room and drown his sorrows in a bottle of Ogren's Finest Firewhiskey.
The icy words stemming from his late father's portrait had burned their way into the darkest recesses of the young Snape's weary mind and brought forth his sorrow tenfold. He could not understand what he had done to make the wizard whom had been center of his and his late mother's universe despise him but it was clear that he was not worthy in the eyes of his own father even in the form of a Headmaster's portrait.
Regulus allowed the familiar warmth from the firewhiskey to spread through his weary body as his emotional exhaustion continued to take hold of him. The hurt from rejection had not been anything new to him but it seemed to grow more profound none the less.
The old muggle adage Like father, like son seemed to apply in this case as Regulus Snape found himself being pushed to the bring given his emotional condition and drowning his seemingly ever present sorrows in the harsh burning sensation of Firewhiskey.
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The Snape Residence, Spinner's End, Muggle World (1997)...
Echos of shattered glass filled the otherwise silent house aside from the crackle of the roaring fire in the fireplace that had been the only source of light in the darkened dilapidated brick house. The Potions Professor had been shirtless as he stood in the center of the room, an enormous amount of firewhiskey running through his veins as he glared at his own miserable shadow.
"Damn you Albus!" he shouted knowing full well that he was in too deep to ever escape the madness that surrounded him.
He had gotten up for the old threadbare armchair that sat in the center of the sitting room, it had belonged to his father at one time before the inferior muggle met a most unfortunate end following his only son's initiation into the Death Eater Ranks.
The images of his wife and young son flooded his weary mind as he came to the astounding conclusion that he would never get the chance to rejoin them following the war's end. The agonized wizard had barely spent enough time with his only son as it was and now that he was twenty, just shy of the age he had been before he made the worst mistake of his life...the age where even he had been at his most impressionable, it was difficult to stay away.
Regulus was a wonder, a beautiful child gifted to him when he knew next to nothing of how to appreciate him. The only living proof of whatever good that remained in him had been in that small boy and as such he vowed to do his utmost to protect him.
It had been all too clear to Severus Snape at the time that in order to protect his wife and son he had to remain as far away from them as he could possibly get.
The drunken Potions Master collapsed unable to stay on his feet as a result of the weighted sorrow in combination with the numerous rounds of firewhiskey he had consumed in his anguish.
It had been a long while since he allowed his agony to boil to the surface without the impulsive need to mask it for the sake of survival among the cold and ruthless of the wizarding world.
He knew from the moment the events had been set in motion that brought about the deaths of Lily and James Potter that he would endure suffering beyond anything he could have ever imagined...it simply had forgotten the price of his ignorance in his youth and it had now been time for collection.
Elaine's alluring brown eyes had been the last image seeped into his weary mind before he full succumbed to the wave of unconsciousness that had swept over him.
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The Sitting Room,Spinner's End, Muggle World...
As a drunken Regulus Snape lied on his back with his pale eye lids closed despite the small streams of tear cascading down his pale cheeks, the amber eyes of one Hermione Jean Granger-Weasley had been witness to the mess his life had become in the wake of his visit to see his father's portrait.
The sorrowful witch sighed taking pity on the weary son of her former Potions Professor. She noted the blood from his arm and side being cut via the broken glass that surrounded his rather impressively sculpted body.
Hermione wondered briefly if this was how Severus Snape had been during those final days in the war following Dumbledore's death and no one knew it. It stood to reason the dour wizard would have some reaction to having to murder his long time employer and it was doubly tragic to note that he had been worlds away from his only family.
Raising her wand, the witch set to work mending the broken glass and tidying the mess her grief-stricken friend had unleashed before succumbing to his drunkenness and passing out in the center of his father's sitting room.
The next order of business had been to get him into bed. There was much work to be done as far as locating the S.B.D. had been concerned and she needed Regulus in prime condition.