*note: none of the characters are mine, they are the product of the great J.K Rowling*

Chapter 2



Night passed into day, which turned back into night and so on for several days as Severus Snape lay, wasting away in his bedroom. His mother became a frequent figure in his room, forcing him to eat to keep him alive. Severus didn't sleep for almost 5 days until finally, his eyes shut without protest.

He was falling into darkness and memories and visions. Severus landed inside his old classroom and watched from the shadows as a much younger version of himself sulked around, sneering at several imcompetant students as well as one particular overachiever.

'Severus, why are you yelling at her like that?' He whispered to himself as he observed the hurt look on Hermione Granger's small face. He blinked once and was lying in his old bed in Slytherin's dungeon. He felt like he was there, between his black silk sheets, pulsing with heat and his head buzzing loudly with lust and instinct. He also was able to observe his actions from afar and he watched himself falling in love, several years later from his first memory, with Hermione.

He could feel himself becoming dizzy with the heat inside of himself and from the fireplace. Severus's mouth began to go dry as he reached over to Hermione, but she kept backing away from him, slowly, across his dark room and into the fireplace.

"Severus! why didn't you choose me? You never loved me! I hate you!"
He could feel hot, wet tears rolling down his cheeks and his body began to convusle and he collapsed into a green overstuffed chair.
"Why? You deserve to die not me! not me!"

"Hermione..." he began sobbing and sputtering as the vision began to fade away into black.

"Severus? Severus wake up."
Snape woke up to his mother's pleading voice. He was tired and he had a very large headache. He sat up in his bed, and looked back his tear-stained pillow. He reached up a large calloused hand to wipe away the sweat and sadness from his face and layed back down, resting his head in his mother's lap like a tired kitten. She stroked his face gently and hummed an old lullaby soothingly.
'Your daughter is exactly like you. Poor thing looks like her mother but she is you through and through' Ina (a/n severus's mother's name is Ina which is Latin for mother) sighed. She would never have the nerve to say it to him though. It was very obvious to everyone why he wanted nothing to do with his daughter. The same reason it had been for thousands of years for men who had suffered the same terrible fate. Adora looked exactly like her mother. Except her hair, which was definatly Severus' shade of black, but other than that, she was shaping up to be just like her mother. Severus sniffled and wiped his face on Ina's red robe. There was a small knock on the door and a girl no bigger than a house elf wandered into the heavily boarded but drafty room with Peachy by her side.

"Peachy bring some cold water for Master Snape to drink." She whispered in a high voice and placed the crystal goblet on the cherry wood nightstand next to the matching four-poster bed

"Thank you Peachy." Ina waved a small hand signaling for Peachy to go. Adora turned around to leave as well but Ina placed her hand on the girl's shoulder and asked her to stay and help.

"He doesn't like me Gran." The young girl whimpered.

"Nonesense. He's just a bit dramatic. Besides, you must love him no matter what. He is your Father and you must give him that. No matter what happens, you must love him. Promise me, that for all of his mistakes and shortcomings that you'll always love your father. Even when I'm gone?"

"Where are you going?"

"I must go away for awhile." Ina stood up and threw on a long black cape over her drool-covered robes.

"No Gran, you can't leave me with him." Adora said in the shrill voice of a 5 year old girl.

"Remember your promise." Ina stopped down and gave Adora a kiss on her nose as she took some floo powder from her pocket bag. "Diagon Alley!"
Adora sat on the dark green area rug in her father's room for a long while, whipmering. As the thin slivers of light that had managed to creep their way into Severus' room began to disappear, the drafts in the room began to increase. Adora stood up and walked over to her Father's bedside and pulled his blanket up to his chin and crawled into the half moon shape he made in his partial-fetus position and began to cry.