Well no one reviewed the first chapter. I'm going to post this anyway though. Is this really bad or is it just that no one's read it?
Get rid of the "minor" before the self-harming warning. You'll see why in part 6.
Day 2.
Snape Family Mansion:
Unwillingly Serverus opened his eyes. It was morning. The light made his head hurt. But it was nothing compared to his arm. Wincing he pulled up his sleeve to examine the limb. It was crooked from a point about two inches below the elbow. That ment both bones had to be broken. He could have fixed it if he'd had his wand. He pulled the sleeve back down to hide the purple bruising that went all the way down to his wrist. Pushing against the wall he stood up. The room seemed to spin slightly but he made no acknowledgement of this.
He made his way to the bathroom, searched through the many dark glass bottles and jars that inhabited the medicine cabinet. After a minute he found what he was looking for. The lable read 'Pain Reducing Potion'. Ignoring the instructions (a spoonfull in water every three hours) he pulled off the stopper with his teeth and drank half the bottle. He put it back where he'd gotten it. Catching sight of himself in the dark mirror, he noticed the dried blood covering his face. He got a towel and meticulously cleaned off every speck.
Leaving the bathroom he continued on down the corridor. Reaching a large, slightly ajar, wooden door he stopped. Cautoiusly he listened outside it. No sound. He took a piece of polished metal from his pocket and used it to look through the crack and into the room. He saw the blurred outline of a woman sitting at a desk but no shape that could have been his father. Relaxing slightly he entered the room.
"Mother?"
Her pale slender fingers were embroidering a pillowslip with a childish floral pattern. Upon hearing her son's voice she turned. She was strikingly beautiful, her features angular and her hair almost white. But her pale blue eyes were soft and slightly stupid. One was ringed by a fading bruise. She smiled and stood to embrace the young teenager. He bit his lip as she did and wouldn't allow himself to mention his arm.
"How was school? All the other children must be so jelous of your clever brain! I bet they can't do half as many spells as you!" Suddenly and without warning her expression changed from one of excitement to worry. "Wait. What are you doing here? You shouldn't be in here! Your father will be home soon and he'll be angry! You have to leave! Get out! Get out!" She hurried him towards the door, closing it behind him once he'd stepped through.
With a sigh Serverus started down the wide stone staircase. The pain didn't matter, he wished she was still holding him. He entered the library. The light was dim when the curtains were drawn and the air smelt of musty paper and leather. Moving between the mahogony shelves he ran the fingers of his left hand along the spines of the books. Finnally he picked one 'Defencive Hexes And Jinxes' and moved to sit in a large high backed chair with it resting on his knee. He opened the midnight blue cover. His eyes followed the words on the yellowed pages. His mind slipped away to a world of wand movements, curses and cryptic words.
Number 12 Grimaland Place:
Sirus was locked in his room. Again. He looked around, at the battered blanketless cot, at the barred window with it's unbreakable glass. He knew every dent and stain on those walls. He'd spent every summer for the last five years staring at them, and most of his life before that. He wanted to scream and throw himself against the door. He wanted to punch the walls untill his fists bled. But the noise would draw there attention. They wouldn't like it, especially if there were guests in the house. So botteling up the frustration and rage he sat down on his pitiful excuse for a bed.
How he wished he could be with James right now. Or Remus. Hell, even Peter. Just not here on his own, confined like this. They said he was disruptive in school. Of course he was! It was a chance to finnally let out all the pent up emotions. A chance to shout and run and laugh. And have people pay attention to him without the worry that they'd pull out a wand and... He rubbed his arms because it was cold and his father hadn't given his shirt back to him. His back was still hurting like crazy but he wouldn't let himself think about that. He thought about his friends instead. James. He wished he could be just like James. He'd do anything his best friend wanted. Even some things he didn't want to do himself. He was so afraid if he didn't that they wouldn't be friends anymore. Then there was Remus, who he thought he almost loved. Loyal, intelligent, always willing to make friends and so gentle. Peter on the other hand. He ate too much, he was always cowardly and reticent about taking part in the numerous pranks they played as the marauders and he only passed his exams by copying off the others. Still, he was a friend. Sirus stared up at the ceiling.
'Anywhere but here. I wish I was... Anywhere. But. Here.'
He tried to picture Hogwarts, Honeydukes, the Shrieking Shack. But stubbornly the grey plaster refused to be displaced.