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Chapter 2: Snape's Exile

Damn. These rotten damn children with their whiney dispositions and pathetic annoyances have seen me for the very last time. I hate them all. I never should have taken that job. I could still be a prominent potions master. I could still be a Death Eater. I could still be.
She's taken my soul with her, not that anyone really thinks that I had one to begin with. When we parted so horribly, she took a piece of me with her, the only piece that had the propensity for any sort of good anymore. It's only been a few days and I don't know what I'm going to do without her.
I've spent the past day hiding in Diagon Alley. I don't really know what I'm hiding from. Death Eaters still roaming free? Other professors? Myself? If I'm hiding from myself I'm clearly not doing a very good job of it. Here I am. Come and get me, conscience.
Having no one else to talk to, I've spent the past day in deep reflection. What I've realized is that I feel guilty, a very new emotion for me. I had to look it up in a book before I could fathom what was happening. I've decided that I want to do right by Ginny, to make it up to her somehow, to show her that I do love her.
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I paced around my room for an hour, my cloaks billowed around me, and I got tired of them. I didn't want to see any more black. In an effort to rid myself of the dismal color, I tore off my robes and dug into my bag, searching for the one pair of denim pants and a navy blue t-shirt that I owned. I decided that I needed to get new muggle clothes.
In my frantic search through the bag, I noticed that crumpled up letter that the infernal house elf had given me. I looked at it and recognized the handwriting, but in my state of disarray I determined to read it later.
Instead, I stuffed it back in my bag and lay down on my bed in the old tavern and curled up. The bed was warm and the fireplace was roaring in my ears. Sleep came to me quickly, but my dreams haunted me. They always haunt me, but it was worse. They had Ginny. They held her tight, and she held a bundle in her arms even tighter. The black haired, greasy monsters clung to her. She cried out, and another cry came from the bundle. Then a man came, he vanquished the monsters with one spell and rescued my Ginny. My Ginny. She opened her arms to show him the bundle, and there I was. A baby with my face.
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I woke in a cold sweat. I was Ginny's baby. What had I become to her, what had she become to me? I had to get out of there. I needed to leave London, to leave England. Anywhere where she was would be the worst thing for both of us.
Without a second thought I jumped out of bed and shoved all of my belongings back into my bag and tore down the steps of the tavern. I threw some knuts on the bar and left onto the streets of London.
I hadn't entered the muggle world in so long. I must have looked like an absolute outsider to the passersby. My wrinkled, greasy, and annoyed appearance made people stare as they walked by.
Things have to change, and fast. I can't keep running from whoever isn't really chasing me.