My Name: X-Lynn McTavels
Story Title: Sea Star *Until I figure out a different title*
Rating: PG 13
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Chapter Four:
~*Half to Death*~
The boy slipped into his clothes and started home with his shoes tied together and hung over his shoulder. He walked quickly knowing he'd be in trouble for being so late. But that girl, his thoughts were interrupted by the yelling of his father. He cringed seeing what lay ahead in his mind's eye. His mother cowering from him with her face berried in her arms. Her weeping barely heard over her husband's rage. Was this caused by his being late to return home? His question was answered as he got closer and could understand what was being said. There were no mentions of his name or his father saying, "That boy of yours..." No it wasn't about his being late, it was about something he didn't even care to try and hear as to what it was. All he wanted to do was sneak in with out being noticed, so his father's anger wouldn't be turned on him. He didn't try to help his mother for she never tried to help him, and sooner or latter she'd take what ever he did to her out on him. At lest by not helping he knew he deserved the ear boxing that was coming to him.
When he was younger he had cried when his father yelled at his mother and struck her, but that only got him a smack on the jaw to get him to stop it. Later his mother would yell at him for making his father angry and twist his ear while pushing him into the closet. Screaming,
"Get in there you brat! You're on time out until I say so!" He'd cry out to his mother's forgiveness for whatever he had done. But she never listened only replied,
"Everything was fine before you came along." When he was little he didn't understand what she had meant by these words. When he had gotten about seven he understood them and they hurt much more then the buries left behind by his parents blows. But when he was about nine he realized that he hadn't made them conceive him. It was their own fault for not using protection. Since that day he didn't cry at his mothers words any more, only grew more and more hateful towards his parents at each saying. He use to fear both his mother and father. But now he knew he was stronger then his mother and the stupid women had done all of this to herself. But he still feared his father each beating got worse, last one he had received he had to go to the hospital. Naturally his parents said he had a run in with a rogue blugger while practicing his Quittigh. So naturally everyone believed them for it was normal for wizard boys to get hurt doing such things.
Tonight he wasn't going to get caught up in it; he didn't want the feelings that might be happiness from this mystery girl to go away. He wanted to be able to have time and bore the memory of tonight into his mind, before his father beat him senseless once again and he'd forget her forever. That way he could remember one happy thing, one person that had shown him at lest a little shred of love. So he could dream of her no matter how bad things got. He wanted a shred of hope to light his way through his mind of darkness.
With these thoughts he went to the back of the house and slowly opened the back door. Being careful not to let it creak as he stepped into the kitchen it was dark and quite, save the light underneath the door leading to the hall way and the raving of his father and crying of his mother. His stomach growled making him jump; he hadn't realized how hungry he was. He stopped making sure his father's foot steps weren't coming to the room he was in. They were standing still for the moment; did he dare chance getting something to eat? His gut let out another rumble; he looked longingly at the pantry. No, getting food was too risky he had already chanced his luck to many times tonight. He made sure once more that his father was to busy to hear him, then walked up and leaned against the door to the hall way and opened it a crack. The beast of a man standing over the woman had his back to him and was blocking the horrid woman's view. It was now or never, he opened the door enough to let himself through. After the door was closed once more he went into a full sprint to his room. But he took one moment to long and his father turned and spotted him almost around the corner that would have saved him from what came next.
"And why are you home so late?" The boy stopped dead in his tracks knowing there was no stopping the inevitable. He turned with his head down, his hair hiding his face and eyes from view. He acted as a Bata wolf that was being treated by an Alfa. He didn't look him in the eyes and let his neck show. He spoke in a quite and monotone voice,
"I lost track of time sir..." His answer wasn't good enough. His father leered at him,
"You seem to be doing that a lot lately. Is it that you don't know how to tell time?" The boy shook his head.
"Or is it that some thing is so important you have to worry your mother sick as to where you are, because you didn't check in?" The boy sucked in his cheeks in anger. His mother wasn't worried about him. He could see out of the corner of his eye that she was smirking about him getting the heat now and not her. His father was never a patient man as he stepped closer to the boy he asked in a dangerously low voice,
"Well is there?" The boy wanted to say yes. That girl was much more important then his stupid bitch of a mother that didn't even care about him. But he answered,
"No sir..." His fists balling up at his sides. His father now was looming over him, half his face masked in shadows, the other smirking evilly at him.
"Why were you out so late then?" He asked his son stepping to where he was only inches away from him.
"I was swimming and..." He had to stop himself, he almost told about her. He couldn't let this man take her away, he would too, he had taken everything else from him.
"And what?" The boy had to hold himself from shutting as his father starched his ear, it looked all too close to him about to back hand him across the cheek.
"And I lost track of time that's all." The man narrowed his eyes, now his wife chimed in.
"I think the little brat is lying..." The man snapped his glare over at her,
"No one asked you!" She shut up with a glare as he turned to look at his son again. They had the same nose, the same eyes and hair. They were now also the same height after the son's growth spurt; it seemed as if almost looking into a mirror. But one was unmistakably older then the other. The father sneered,
"But I think you're right for once...Now boy what were you doing?" The boy stared at the man's shoe determined not to tell. His mind raced how he could be so dumb as to let it slip that he had something else besides swimming going on.
"I was only swim..." But he was cut off but his father's hand rising to hit him, it was as if in slow motion he watched the hand sweep towards his face. The ring that would soon cut his fair skin glinting in the low flames of the burning candles. He squeezed his eyes shut to try and not see this.
Snape awoke with a start that nearly landed him on the floor. He was now once again his adult self in his office at Hogwarts. He was gripping the chair so hard his knuckles were white. He was drenched in a cold sweat and his heart pounding as fast as a jack rabbit's. He sat there blinking for a whole five minutes before he convinced himself he was safe and not about to be beaten half to death by his father yet again. No that would never happen again he was a grown man now, he was safe from that bastard. He loosened his grip on his chair and took in slow deep breaths in attempts to calm himself. There was a knock at his door that made his heart leap into his mouth. He swallowed and asked in a horse whisper,
"Who-who's..." He stopped relieved his voice had been inaudible, the stammering wasn't excitable. He cleared his through,
"Who is there?" He asked trying disparately to sound normal and keep his voice from shaking.
"McGonagall, Albus wanted me to fetch you for the feast." Snape looked over at his clock had he truly slept that long? He was quite for a second before he stood and straightened his robes. He walked over to the door and opened it.
"Yes, well let's get this over with." He said with a sneer. McGonagall looked at him worry fled to her face,
"Are you all right Severus you look a fright?" Snape waved his hand to shoe her along,
"Fine, fine...I messed up on a potion as all." With that he walked on before she could call him on it being a lie.
Story Title: Sea Star *Until I figure out a different title*
Rating: PG 13
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Chapter Four:
~*Half to Death*~
The boy slipped into his clothes and started home with his shoes tied together and hung over his shoulder. He walked quickly knowing he'd be in trouble for being so late. But that girl, his thoughts were interrupted by the yelling of his father. He cringed seeing what lay ahead in his mind's eye. His mother cowering from him with her face berried in her arms. Her weeping barely heard over her husband's rage. Was this caused by his being late to return home? His question was answered as he got closer and could understand what was being said. There were no mentions of his name or his father saying, "That boy of yours..." No it wasn't about his being late, it was about something he didn't even care to try and hear as to what it was. All he wanted to do was sneak in with out being noticed, so his father's anger wouldn't be turned on him. He didn't try to help his mother for she never tried to help him, and sooner or latter she'd take what ever he did to her out on him. At lest by not helping he knew he deserved the ear boxing that was coming to him.
When he was younger he had cried when his father yelled at his mother and struck her, but that only got him a smack on the jaw to get him to stop it. Later his mother would yell at him for making his father angry and twist his ear while pushing him into the closet. Screaming,
"Get in there you brat! You're on time out until I say so!" He'd cry out to his mother's forgiveness for whatever he had done. But she never listened only replied,
"Everything was fine before you came along." When he was little he didn't understand what she had meant by these words. When he had gotten about seven he understood them and they hurt much more then the buries left behind by his parents blows. But when he was about nine he realized that he hadn't made them conceive him. It was their own fault for not using protection. Since that day he didn't cry at his mothers words any more, only grew more and more hateful towards his parents at each saying. He use to fear both his mother and father. But now he knew he was stronger then his mother and the stupid women had done all of this to herself. But he still feared his father each beating got worse, last one he had received he had to go to the hospital. Naturally his parents said he had a run in with a rogue blugger while practicing his Quittigh. So naturally everyone believed them for it was normal for wizard boys to get hurt doing such things.
Tonight he wasn't going to get caught up in it; he didn't want the feelings that might be happiness from this mystery girl to go away. He wanted to be able to have time and bore the memory of tonight into his mind, before his father beat him senseless once again and he'd forget her forever. That way he could remember one happy thing, one person that had shown him at lest a little shred of love. So he could dream of her no matter how bad things got. He wanted a shred of hope to light his way through his mind of darkness.
With these thoughts he went to the back of the house and slowly opened the back door. Being careful not to let it creak as he stepped into the kitchen it was dark and quite, save the light underneath the door leading to the hall way and the raving of his father and crying of his mother. His stomach growled making him jump; he hadn't realized how hungry he was. He stopped making sure his father's foot steps weren't coming to the room he was in. They were standing still for the moment; did he dare chance getting something to eat? His gut let out another rumble; he looked longingly at the pantry. No, getting food was too risky he had already chanced his luck to many times tonight. He made sure once more that his father was to busy to hear him, then walked up and leaned against the door to the hall way and opened it a crack. The beast of a man standing over the woman had his back to him and was blocking the horrid woman's view. It was now or never, he opened the door enough to let himself through. After the door was closed once more he went into a full sprint to his room. But he took one moment to long and his father turned and spotted him almost around the corner that would have saved him from what came next.
"And why are you home so late?" The boy stopped dead in his tracks knowing there was no stopping the inevitable. He turned with his head down, his hair hiding his face and eyes from view. He acted as a Bata wolf that was being treated by an Alfa. He didn't look him in the eyes and let his neck show. He spoke in a quite and monotone voice,
"I lost track of time sir..." His answer wasn't good enough. His father leered at him,
"You seem to be doing that a lot lately. Is it that you don't know how to tell time?" The boy shook his head.
"Or is it that some thing is so important you have to worry your mother sick as to where you are, because you didn't check in?" The boy sucked in his cheeks in anger. His mother wasn't worried about him. He could see out of the corner of his eye that she was smirking about him getting the heat now and not her. His father was never a patient man as he stepped closer to the boy he asked in a dangerously low voice,
"Well is there?" The boy wanted to say yes. That girl was much more important then his stupid bitch of a mother that didn't even care about him. But he answered,
"No sir..." His fists balling up at his sides. His father now was looming over him, half his face masked in shadows, the other smirking evilly at him.
"Why were you out so late then?" He asked his son stepping to where he was only inches away from him.
"I was swimming and..." He had to stop himself, he almost told about her. He couldn't let this man take her away, he would too, he had taken everything else from him.
"And what?" The boy had to hold himself from shutting as his father starched his ear, it looked all too close to him about to back hand him across the cheek.
"And I lost track of time that's all." The man narrowed his eyes, now his wife chimed in.
"I think the little brat is lying..." The man snapped his glare over at her,
"No one asked you!" She shut up with a glare as he turned to look at his son again. They had the same nose, the same eyes and hair. They were now also the same height after the son's growth spurt; it seemed as if almost looking into a mirror. But one was unmistakably older then the other. The father sneered,
"But I think you're right for once...Now boy what were you doing?" The boy stared at the man's shoe determined not to tell. His mind raced how he could be so dumb as to let it slip that he had something else besides swimming going on.
"I was only swim..." But he was cut off but his father's hand rising to hit him, it was as if in slow motion he watched the hand sweep towards his face. The ring that would soon cut his fair skin glinting in the low flames of the burning candles. He squeezed his eyes shut to try and not see this.
Snape awoke with a start that nearly landed him on the floor. He was now once again his adult self in his office at Hogwarts. He was gripping the chair so hard his knuckles were white. He was drenched in a cold sweat and his heart pounding as fast as a jack rabbit's. He sat there blinking for a whole five minutes before he convinced himself he was safe and not about to be beaten half to death by his father yet again. No that would never happen again he was a grown man now, he was safe from that bastard. He loosened his grip on his chair and took in slow deep breaths in attempts to calm himself. There was a knock at his door that made his heart leap into his mouth. He swallowed and asked in a horse whisper,
"Who-who's..." He stopped relieved his voice had been inaudible, the stammering wasn't excitable. He cleared his through,
"Who is there?" He asked trying disparately to sound normal and keep his voice from shaking.
"McGonagall, Albus wanted me to fetch you for the feast." Snape looked over at his clock had he truly slept that long? He was quite for a second before he stood and straightened his robes. He walked over to the door and opened it.
"Yes, well let's get this over with." He said with a sneer. McGonagall looked at him worry fled to her face,
"Are you all right Severus you look a fright?" Snape waved his hand to shoe her along,
"Fine, fine...I messed up on a potion as all." With that he walked on before she could call him on it being a lie.