A small, dark-haired boy sat in the corner crying. Slowly rocking back and
forth the boy, Severus Snape, cryed into his knees. He knew that he should
be used to it by now, but he just couldn't take it when his father abused
his mother. Severus wished that he could do something about it, wished
that he was strong, that he could fight, but he couldn't, he was just a 7-
year-old boy. As his mother lay on the ground, weeping, all Severus could
do was watch in horror.
"Crusho," said his father, obviously drunk, "Crussio." Severus prayed
silently that his father was too drunk to remember the spell. He was
wrong. "Crucio," his father bellowed angrily. His mothers unearthly
screams filled the house, and she began to thrash about uncontrollably on
the kitchen floor. Severus began to cry uncontrollably again. He tried to
keep queit though, tried to keep out of his father's way. He knew what the
consequence would be if his father realized that he was there...
"You leave her alone," yelled a six-year-old Severus angrily, "What did she ever do to you!" Severus was tired of watching silently as his father hurt his mother. His father turned on him, brandishing his wand angrily. "Fine," said his father, "Maybe it is your fault that we don't live up the Snape name!" "If getting drunk and hurting people is the Snape way, then maybe-" he was cut off abrubtly as pain shot through his body. Pins and needles, going through all of him simoultaneously. When his father had hit him before, at least his limbs and body had eventually gone numb, but there was no such salvation from this hellish curse. The sharp pains suddenly stopped, but he now felt as though his entire body was severely bruised. "That should teach you a lesson, boy," said his father, throwing him roughly into the next room, and slamming the door shut.
...no, he could do nothing to help his mother. Severus was still unsure what his father abused his mother about, something about disgracing the Snape name, he knew. He also thought that it had something to do with Severus not showing any signs of magic yet. His father felt that he was a Squib, even though most wizards didn't show signs of magic until around 8, and Severus was still 7. More screams filled the room, and permeated outwards, more sobs wracked Severus' body. Severus had tried to go to help his mother outside of the house as well. He had told his primary school teacher about his father's behavior. They had brought his mother in for a conference, even had law enforcement officials there. "Tell them mommy, tell them what he does, they say they can't believe me," Severus had pleaded with his mother, pulling on her sleeves. But the Snape's were too distinguished a family, his mother felt obliged to uphold the family honor. It was sad, but his mother believed that Severus' father had done her a favor by marrying her, and felt that she deserved the abuse she took for being so hopelessly inferior to him. "I don't know what you're talking about Severus," his mother had replied coldly. His eyes had welled with tears, he didn't understand why his mother couldn't save herself.
Severus was brought back to the present as more screams came, more pain wracked his mother's body. Suddenly, Severus snapped. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he had to do something. Sprinting into the kitchen - his father, too drunk to notice him right now - he grabbed a knife lying on the counter, and in one motion plunged it through his fathers back, into his heart, killing him instantly. Severus stood there, holding the bloody knife, still crying, as his fathers body slumped to the ground. His mother, waiting for another attack, was still sobbing on the ground. She looked up meekly and saw Severus standing there with the bloodied knife, and, weeping uncontrollably, both of them, pulled him into a soft, comforting embrace. The first one of Severus' life.
"You leave her alone," yelled a six-year-old Severus angrily, "What did she ever do to you!" Severus was tired of watching silently as his father hurt his mother. His father turned on him, brandishing his wand angrily. "Fine," said his father, "Maybe it is your fault that we don't live up the Snape name!" "If getting drunk and hurting people is the Snape way, then maybe-" he was cut off abrubtly as pain shot through his body. Pins and needles, going through all of him simoultaneously. When his father had hit him before, at least his limbs and body had eventually gone numb, but there was no such salvation from this hellish curse. The sharp pains suddenly stopped, but he now felt as though his entire body was severely bruised. "That should teach you a lesson, boy," said his father, throwing him roughly into the next room, and slamming the door shut.
...no, he could do nothing to help his mother. Severus was still unsure what his father abused his mother about, something about disgracing the Snape name, he knew. He also thought that it had something to do with Severus not showing any signs of magic yet. His father felt that he was a Squib, even though most wizards didn't show signs of magic until around 8, and Severus was still 7. More screams filled the room, and permeated outwards, more sobs wracked Severus' body. Severus had tried to go to help his mother outside of the house as well. He had told his primary school teacher about his father's behavior. They had brought his mother in for a conference, even had law enforcement officials there. "Tell them mommy, tell them what he does, they say they can't believe me," Severus had pleaded with his mother, pulling on her sleeves. But the Snape's were too distinguished a family, his mother felt obliged to uphold the family honor. It was sad, but his mother believed that Severus' father had done her a favor by marrying her, and felt that she deserved the abuse she took for being so hopelessly inferior to him. "I don't know what you're talking about Severus," his mother had replied coldly. His eyes had welled with tears, he didn't understand why his mother couldn't save herself.
Severus was brought back to the present as more screams came, more pain wracked his mother's body. Suddenly, Severus snapped. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he had to do something. Sprinting into the kitchen - his father, too drunk to notice him right now - he grabbed a knife lying on the counter, and in one motion plunged it through his fathers back, into his heart, killing him instantly. Severus stood there, holding the bloody knife, still crying, as his fathers body slumped to the ground. His mother, waiting for another attack, was still sobbing on the ground. She looked up meekly and saw Severus standing there with the bloodied knife, and, weeping uncontrollably, both of them, pulled him into a soft, comforting embrace. The first one of Severus' life.