Part 2
Severus sat at his desk, scribbling words on the parchment that lay before him. What was on the piece of parchment was a formula to a potion, and an explanation on why it is used and how. It wasn't his work, and it wasn't his choice to do it. It was all, his father's doing. For last several years, since his father became the well-known man at work, Severus had to be slaving over the work that got his father where he was.
"No... no..." he muttered and shook his head. A sigh was uttered and he went for another roll. He would have started on his 'work' again... but he heard a crash coming from the kitchen. Hesitantly, he looked up casting his gaze over his room to make sure everything was in order. It was. Nothing moved, except the majestic black owl that slept contently on its perch.
Rising from his seat, Severus moved to the door after hearing another sound that wasn't normal even in this household. He left the bedroom and headed down the hall. The living room was not in its proper order. Everything seemed to be pushed out of the way, to make a path.
His eyes widened seeing his mother on the floor, a blood pool forming around. He looked to the right of him to see where his father was. There the gaunt man stood garments bloodstained and a knife in hand, a tiny smirk on his features. Fredrick approached his son in long but slow strides.
"What was that for?!" Severus yelled at his father, his gaze coldly locked on the man advancing towards him.
"You're a failure... you're no use... she's no use for giving me you..." he snickered. Coming right up to his son and grabbing his shirt collar, he lifted the boy off the ground, an evil grin coming over his face. He rose the knife slowing.
At the same time, all this was going on a slam of a car door was heard. Fredrick dropped the boy to the ground, and went to investigate. Severus silently got up, and crept over to where his mother lay. "Mum?" he whispered. She was gone. He swallowed, and looked over to his father who was busy distracting the police or whoever was at the door. He bit his bottom lip and went off better to get away, now.
He went off to the backdoor, forgetting his things in his room that he needs in a few weeks to get to school. The humidity had died a bit from the day; he looked around debating where to go. The only place in his mind now, was his mother's parents' house. He let out a sigh, unsure of whether to go there... but it was better than here for the time being. He shrugged and went off in the direction his grandparent's were in.
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He stumbled along the road of the fancier neighborhood. An hour or so had gone by since what happened, no one was after him or any cars were parked in front of the house he was going to. So... all was well, so far. Coming on the front lawn, he looked in the darkened windows to see if any one was awake. Silly him, why would they? It was at least 1 or 2 in the morning, who would be up?
Abruptly he turned around when a small light turned on, standing there was a young girl in a nightgown. Her black hair fell past her shoulder, and dark eyes like his stared at him. A small grin was on her lips, as arms folded across her chest, she questioned, "What are you doing here, Sev?"
He blinked. He hadn't seen her in awhile, he would have grinned if he was allowed to do such a thing. It had been a long time since he had smiled. She stepped down from the porch, and walked over to him. He looked at her for a long while, and then responded, "She's gone."
Now as she stood beside him, she was much shorter, and younger in age by two years. She stared at Severus as well, processing what he said, though now much it was only thing she needed for now to know Abigail Snape was dead. "By him?"
He gave a short nod.
"That bastard."
He nodded once more, "You don't have to live with him," he told her. He looked to the ground dodging the girl's look of worry and sadness. If he wanted to break the barrier he worked long and hard for, he would have cried. But... the barrier would be gone and he would be vulnerable for his father.
She swallowed uneasily, looking at the house she lived in with her grandparents, "Brother, maybe grandmum would allow you to stay with us..." she suggested trying to be helpful.
"Victoria, that would be pleasant but he would be suspicious."
His sister only nodded, looking at the ground then back to Severus, "Well... you have to get back, right?"
He nodded. Victoria sniffled and enveloped him in a hug, "Bye."
"Bye," he broke away, and began to walk off.
The girl stood there watching her older brother go off to the place she was protected from. A sigh escaped her and she went back inside. She would see him in September, hopefully she would be in the same house.
Severus sat at his desk, scribbling words on the parchment that lay before him. What was on the piece of parchment was a formula to a potion, and an explanation on why it is used and how. It wasn't his work, and it wasn't his choice to do it. It was all, his father's doing. For last several years, since his father became the well-known man at work, Severus had to be slaving over the work that got his father where he was.
"No... no..." he muttered and shook his head. A sigh was uttered and he went for another roll. He would have started on his 'work' again... but he heard a crash coming from the kitchen. Hesitantly, he looked up casting his gaze over his room to make sure everything was in order. It was. Nothing moved, except the majestic black owl that slept contently on its perch.
Rising from his seat, Severus moved to the door after hearing another sound that wasn't normal even in this household. He left the bedroom and headed down the hall. The living room was not in its proper order. Everything seemed to be pushed out of the way, to make a path.
His eyes widened seeing his mother on the floor, a blood pool forming around. He looked to the right of him to see where his father was. There the gaunt man stood garments bloodstained and a knife in hand, a tiny smirk on his features. Fredrick approached his son in long but slow strides.
"What was that for?!" Severus yelled at his father, his gaze coldly locked on the man advancing towards him.
"You're a failure... you're no use... she's no use for giving me you..." he snickered. Coming right up to his son and grabbing his shirt collar, he lifted the boy off the ground, an evil grin coming over his face. He rose the knife slowing.
At the same time, all this was going on a slam of a car door was heard. Fredrick dropped the boy to the ground, and went to investigate. Severus silently got up, and crept over to where his mother lay. "Mum?" he whispered. She was gone. He swallowed, and looked over to his father who was busy distracting the police or whoever was at the door. He bit his bottom lip and went off better to get away, now.
He went off to the backdoor, forgetting his things in his room that he needs in a few weeks to get to school. The humidity had died a bit from the day; he looked around debating where to go. The only place in his mind now, was his mother's parents' house. He let out a sigh, unsure of whether to go there... but it was better than here for the time being. He shrugged and went off in the direction his grandparent's were in.
----
He stumbled along the road of the fancier neighborhood. An hour or so had gone by since what happened, no one was after him or any cars were parked in front of the house he was going to. So... all was well, so far. Coming on the front lawn, he looked in the darkened windows to see if any one was awake. Silly him, why would they? It was at least 1 or 2 in the morning, who would be up?
Abruptly he turned around when a small light turned on, standing there was a young girl in a nightgown. Her black hair fell past her shoulder, and dark eyes like his stared at him. A small grin was on her lips, as arms folded across her chest, she questioned, "What are you doing here, Sev?"
He blinked. He hadn't seen her in awhile, he would have grinned if he was allowed to do such a thing. It had been a long time since he had smiled. She stepped down from the porch, and walked over to him. He looked at her for a long while, and then responded, "She's gone."
Now as she stood beside him, she was much shorter, and younger in age by two years. She stared at Severus as well, processing what he said, though now much it was only thing she needed for now to know Abigail Snape was dead. "By him?"
He gave a short nod.
"That bastard."
He nodded once more, "You don't have to live with him," he told her. He looked to the ground dodging the girl's look of worry and sadness. If he wanted to break the barrier he worked long and hard for, he would have cried. But... the barrier would be gone and he would be vulnerable for his father.
She swallowed uneasily, looking at the house she lived in with her grandparents, "Brother, maybe grandmum would allow you to stay with us..." she suggested trying to be helpful.
"Victoria, that would be pleasant but he would be suspicious."
His sister only nodded, looking at the ground then back to Severus, "Well... you have to get back, right?"
He nodded. Victoria sniffled and enveloped him in a hug, "Bye."
"Bye," he broke away, and began to walk off.
The girl stood there watching her older brother go off to the place she was protected from. A sigh escaped her and she went back inside. She would see him in September, hopefully she would be in the same house.
