Disclaimer: See first chapter.
A/N: Ty for the reviews!!! Originally I was going to leave it as it was, but you managed to persuade me otherwise ^_______^ Though I dunno if I'll do another chapter…I have a plotbunny bouncing around my mind, but I can resist them easily, so I dunno, it depends :$...
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The Tainting of Innocencep
'Accio, cloak and broom!' Severus commanded, his voice strained with unshed tears. The two items flew up the stairs from the Fourth Year Slytherin dormitory, and he wrapped the cloak around him tightly, before taking the broom under one arm and walking out into the cold of the day. He kicked off, rather shakily than normal, and soared up into the air. Passing the Quidditch stadium, he saw Sirius Black trying to teach Peter Pettigrew to stay upright on his broom.
Not wanting to be seen, he dipped down until he was flying a few metres above the thick blanket of snow. The cold winds whipped at the sensitive skin of his cheeks and his eyes watered with cold.
Yet he had cast a warming charm over himself before he had left and he did not have a general resistance to charms… He wasn't sure until he started to shake uncontrollably, narrowly avoiding a collision with a large oak tree. Suddenly, flying didn't seem like such a good idea. Severus landed and shrunk his broomstick, putting it into the pocket of his winter robes. Glancing around at his surroundings, he found he had reached the wall which bordered Hogwarts and the path to Hogsmeade. He brushed the snow off the wall and sat down, gazing over Hogsmeade.
'It looks like a winter-wonderland' Severus thought absent-mindedly as he glanced back at the castle. Words and phrases chased around his mind in a subconscious attempt to keep his mind occupied.
Shaking his head, he frowned as his silky black hair fell in front of his face, the raven blackness a disorientating contrast against the background of snow. His black-brown eyes filled with tears once more, as long dark eyelashes swept gracefully across his pale cheeks, his eyes lowered to the floor.
If only he'd realised how beautifully tragic he looked in that moment. Perhaps it would've prevented the violent sob of self-loathing to well up in his throat.
Insults and accusations whirled around his mind, his very mind chastising him.
How could he; what had Lily and James done for him; couldn't the arrogant, selfish bastard think of someone besides himself for once; he could never have what they shared, not even a part, and if he did, then he felt sorry for the girl he shared it with.
No, all in all, he was better off alone.
Not like it was his choice, anyway. None of the other students besides Lily and James spoke to him.
And Dumbledore…Severus gritted his teeth. The biased old git! How could he be so completely uncaring of his students?! How could he be so blind?!
Why couldn't his omniscience reveal that Severus wasn't like the others. He wasn't a true Slytherin.
Merlin only knew what possessed the Sorting Hat to put him in Slytherin, anyway…
His subconscious once again dragged him from the topic at hand, not wanting him to think clearly.
He found himself feeling strangely grateful for it.
As the final tear rolled down his cheek, he pushed all thoughts of Lily and James from his mind and began to religiously recite the Twelve Uses of Dragon's Blood like a mantra.
Yes, he thought, ignorance _was_ bliss.
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