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(prologue)

It was raining hard. This year the summer weather was odd. But he didn't mind. He had nowhere to go even if the sun was bright. He just sat, huddled in his room by the window.

The rain hammered against the pane, and it felt like it would go on forever.

His life was a never-ending nightmare. He couldn't remember when things had started to turn bad. And although things had been like this for who-knows-how-long, he didn't know if he could ever get used to it.

He didn't think he ever could never get used to the shouts…the tears…the pain…

It's not like he could just wish it all away. If he could, he would've done so a long time ago.

The rain continued to pound slowly against his window in that slow, monotonous rhythm.

He felt trapped, like he was confined to a small space with no room to move, no room to breathe. Everything felt out of place.

Suddenly, there was a loud crash. The boy turned his head towards the closed door of his room. A man was now shouting angrily and a woman's apologetic cries sounded throughout the wrecked house.

The boy turned his face back towards the window. He tried to ignore the screams of his father and the pleas of his mother, but they echoed in his mind.

Now there were more crashes. He guessed that his father was now shooting spells at his mother.

Crashing in the house…crashing of the rain…crashing inside his heart…

He wanted to run away. He wanted to grab a broom, fly back to Hogwarts, and never come back. But he was only fifteen. His father would send someone after him and he'd be in even more trouble. That was the last thing he wanted—to be in trouble. Especially by his father.

The boy wanted so much to go back to Hogwarts. Even though he was hassled and made fun of, anything was better than this wreck of a house and his wreck of a family. At least at Hogwarts, he was surrounded by other people and was able to immerse himself in his studies.

He continued to watch the raindrops slam into the window and as steadily as the rain fell, so did his tears.

At home, Severus Snape was alone.

(end prologue)