Title : The Tides of Blood
Summary : When Severus took away a Notebook from Harry, he didn't imagine it would contain a secret... A secret implying him, and two teenagers he hates.... Together, will they be able to change their destiny and the world's doom ?
Disclaimer : I do not own any of those caracters except the ones I might vreate. Harry Potter's universe belong to JK Rowling, and I'm not paid to mwrite this story.
Chapter 4 : Severus's Tear
He made his way to his bedroom, still under the shock. Draco was there, mumbling unintelligible things in his sleep. The adult put a hand over the teenager back, and when he watched it again, a deep, rich scarlet liquid covered it. Bruises and half-cicatrized wounds covered Draco's back but most of them were still bleeding. It was an horrible, morbid exposition that he, as a Death-Eater, had seen many times.
Blind of what he had done to other people, but concerned when he saw it on one of his relation... It was not hard to guess who was to blame : it was deeply printed in Draco's skin in a mix of blood and scars. Malefoy.... Severus lifted his head, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. He knew now. He knew how far could Lucius go when he wanted to have fun, even with his own son.
A tear formed itself in his eyes, and landed on Draco's back, making a little stain of diluted blood. He quickly moved away, suddenly afraid of what he was doing, of what was happening. He rushed out off the room, and went straight to his bathroom, his newly experienced feelings causing him to sob. He didn't want Draco to see him or to hear him.
Severus watched his father, tears filling his onyx eyes. It wasn't his fault if he was unable to walk. He couldn't do it, that was all... But his father, for an unknown reason, didn't agree with him. He wanted him to walk, right now, in front of him, to show the snaked-man face what a good father he was. But Severus couldn't do it, and started to cry in frustration. When is father saw that, he took the boy and kind of pushed him out of the room.
He quickly rejoined his son, and slapped him. 'A boy don't cry! You're a Snape, a Snape never cries! This is for weak person, for girls! You're a Snape, you're a Pureblood, you have to be proud! Cries are or muggles and mudbloods!' Severus watched at his father in confusion, crying even harder. He wasn't hearing a word of what his father was saying. The only thing he knew was that the man had just slapped him, and that it was hurting...
15 years old Severus sat in the park, looking everywhere around, a little box in his hands. They weren't there... Nobody was there.... He smiled, and sat under a tree, in a place he thought safe because out of sight. He cautiously opened the box, and got out a silver chain with a beautiful pendant. The name of his mother was written in ancient runes, and he opened it. Inside, there were a duft of his mother's hair.
He slowly touched it, remembering her mother's hair, the way they curled when she had just taken a bath, her laugh when he had told her about it... He smiled sadly, tears forming themselves in his eyes. 'But he is crying! He is crying in front of a stupid picture!' Before he could do anything, the pendant was thrown away, deep inside the lake. Severus turned around, trying to repress his tears. Sirius, James and Peter were there, a sardonic smile on their lips. 'You're crying for that ? For this stupidity that gave you birth ? You're so weak, Snape, so stupid! I beat she died when she saw your ugly, weak little face!'
Severus watched his face in the mirror, anger boiling in his veins. This memory was still painful, he couldn't get over it so lightly..... He turned around, a black veil forming itself on his face. Lucius was going to pay... He was going to pay for everything he had done, he was going to suffer 20 years of anger....
He suddenly stopped, feeling a sharp pain on his arm. He sighed as the burn was going through his veins. He had to go, to risk his life one more time.... He had to go back to the person that took everything away from him, that had taken his love where he could not find it anymore... He quickly passed into Draco's room, and checked the boy's temperature. He had none... Severus quickly asked Dumbledore to come by the chimney, and left a note on the table. Then he left...
Hermione bit her lips as a rush of pain passed through her spine. She fall back on the floor, her back hitting the cold stone. Her hands came to her head as the pain got there. Images were spinning in her mind, making her feel dizzy. She didn't know what were those images, the only thing she knew was that he was driving her mad. A little boy crying in front of a grave, another one watching a pendant, another one screaming as the Cruciatus hit him, a boy looking sadly at the door of a cupboard and another one being lashed by an unknown person ....