Entry Two
June 12, 1973
9:30 PM
It's me again. I'm in the closet writing as usual. Father's in a foul mood. If I've learned anything in these twelve years, it's "out of sight, out of mind."
In other words, as Father lashes out at Mother, I hide. That way, he doesn't even remember I exist. My Slytherin friend - - - if you could call him that - - - taught me that.
I remember that Slytherin's name. It's Lucius. Lucius Malfoy. He's dating this really snobby girl named Narcissa. I don't know what her last name is, and personally, I don't care.
She looks as if a piece of dung's being held under her nose. She always looks like that. It's rather revolting if you ask me.
I like a girl, too, but she's dating bloody Potter. Her name is Lily. She's a really pretty girl with dark red hair and green eyes. She's really nice and doesn't seem to mind me much. Potter and his friends - - - Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew - - - are always hexing me. It's not fair. I hate them so much.
They also call me a greasy git. It's because of my black hair, I'm sure. It's rather oily, but that's not my fault. It's shoulder length, too, mainly because that's how Father's is styled.
Potter. He's the worst. Honestly, I don't see how those Gryffindors can stand him. Black's pretty bad too. Pettigrew's quiet, not very outspoken like his friends. Lupin's also rather quiet at times, but he'll join in the fun if he feels up to it.
Father's coming towards this closet. He's probably chasing Mum. I haven't been paying much attention to it really. It's the same every night.
Father's a Death Eater, I don't think I've mentioned that. But he's also an alcoholic. I wager he's a few drinks in him at the moment. It'll pass, and he'll regret it and pour all the alcoholic beverages down the drain. Then he'll go out and buy more.
It's confusing, as you may have noticed. The doorbell's ringing. Mum's sobbing, but she keeps her composure and wipes her eyes, and advances upon the door.
She's peering out the peephole and then she opens the door. It's the police.
"Neighbors complaining again, Mrs. Snape," coughed the officer. "Say they can hear screams. They're getting irritated."
"I'm sorry, Sir. Another nightmare. My son - - - he was screaming," she lied.
"Try to keep it down," replied the officer.
"Yes Sir," she whispered and softly shut the door.
She always knows where I hide, and she's opening the closet.
"Severus," she whispered, "Please come out. Your father's asleep."
I shook my head. "No." I look down at my journal. "I don't trust you."
She pulled me into a hug, causing me to drop this "diary", and then let me stay cooped up in this closet.
I'll write again later if I feel up to it.
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This entry uploaded on: 8.27.02
A/N: These are super short entries so far, but I'll make them longer as I get into the fic, I promise.