Unloved
Disclaimer: Its getting kind of pointless isn't it?
Warnings: may be boring this time, but I believe its necessary. :P
thanks to Sesshomaru's Angel cause she's basically the only person who ever reads this. I do love moulin rouge. Its awesome.
Oh and the lyrics "holding you" is by Gretchen Wilson.
Chapter Seven: Confessions of a lovesick professor.
Severus woke up early that morning. Fera was still wrapped in his arms, sleeping soundly snuggled up against him As he laid there, he began to dwell on his past.
'I HATE YOU! YOU'RE A DISGRACE TO THE NAME OF SNAPE!" Thelonius Snape yelled at his only son.
"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU PATHETIC MAGGOT!" Nirvana Snape yelled.
"IF YOU EVER SHOW YOUR FACE HERE AGAIN, I'LL KILL YOU!"
"FINE! I DON'T NEED YOU,YOU FILTHY MUDBLOOD LOVERS! I'M NOT THE DISGRACE OF THIS FAMILY, YOU ARE!" the sixteen year old Severus Snape yelled to his parents. At that he ran out of the mansion.
He never had gotten along with his parents, but he had never been kicked out. Ever since he started hanging out with that Malfoy kid, he started to get different ideas. He now believed that mudblooks were far inferior to purebloods.Nothing would be better than wiping out the lot of them; muggles too. Bloody wretched things they are.
Now that Voldemort was gaining power and was always looking for followers, he wanted nothing more that to join them and have his fair share at destroying the muggle race, and the mudbloods.
Now that he had no one to stop him, he was going to get the Dark Mark. Tonight.
That Night.
"Are you ready to become one of us?"
"Yes master!"
"Are you ready to pledge you body and soul to me?"
" Come forward."
Severus rose from his kneeling position and walked towards the figure of the Dark Lord.
"Lets see how ready you are. CRUCIO!" Voldemort yelled.
Severus fell to the ground. His body rolled around, arms and legs thrashing about as he cried out in pain, begging Voldemort for mercy. The spell ended and Severus laid there in fetal position, weeping like a new born babe.
"GET UP YOU WORTHLESS SLIME! YOU ARE NOT WORTHY OF BEING BY MY SIDE!"
"But My Lord! Please My Lord, Let me join you!"
"FINE ! BUT IF Y you FAIL ME, I WILL NOT REFRAIN FROM KILLING YOU!"
"Yes, My Lord! yes , master! Thank you for granting me this supreme privilege......."
Severus came out of his memory, shivering. He always hated thinking about that night. It reminded him of the monster he was. He yawned, and before he could stop himself, he was dreaming........
"NO! PLEASE, MILORD! NO MORE! NO MORE!"
"No more what,Severus? No more pain? Maybe now you'll remember where your loyalties lie! After you've seen my wrath, would ever DARE go against the Dark Lord?"
" I WOULD NEVER DREAM OF IT,MASTER! NEVER HAS MY LOYALTY WAVERED! I'M FOREVER YOUR SERVANT!" Severus yelled as he suffered the Cruatius (yeah I know, I can't spell it, but you get the idea, right?) curse for the seventh time that evening. One more round of this, and he was going to pass out.
"THIS MEETING IS OVER! GO HOME YOU PACK OF RATS!" Voldemort yelled to his followers.
There was a loud reply of thanks from the Death Eaters, and soon all that was left was the Dark Lord returning to his fortress.
Severus returned to his home, tired and sore. Tears were steadily rolling down his pale face. After being kicked out of the mansion, he had been forced to live in a small cottage outside of Hogsmeade.
He limped his way over to the black leather couch, and grabbed a quill and parchment. He began to write.
Headmaster,
I've written to ask for your assistance. You are the only one who can help me now. I wish to leave the Death Eaters. I want to rid myself of this hell. Please help. Please help me. I await your reply.
S. Snape
He sent the letter off with his hawk-like owl, Jack. All he could do now was wait.
Several Weeks Later:
A phoenix showed up at the small cottage several on a Sunday evening as Severus was working on a strong headache potion. The bird flew in through the open window by the cauldron Severus was working over. It flew over to the couch and landed on the back. The letter dropped onto the black leather.
Severus walked over to it after adding another ingredient to the bubbling potion. He opened the letter cautiously, hoping it was what he wanted it to be.
Severus,
I am glad to hear that you have decided to leave Voldemort. Unfortunetly, I don't believe we could get you out of being a Death Eater. Please meet me at the Three Broomsticks tomarrow evening. I have a proposition for you.
Sincerly,
Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Severus was slightly disapointed, but maybe this proposition would give him a bit of freedom.
TBC!
Another chapter done! Man i'm good! here ya go buddy! Sesshomaru's Angel is the ONLY PERSON READING MY STORY! but at least someone's reading it. I'm happy.
- bye! Sally