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Severus Marcus Snape sat in his room, staring at the primeval grandfather clock and every few minutes he'd look down at his arm thinking, how could this happen?

Ding Dong Ding Dong

Ding Dong Ding Dang

Bong Bong Bong Bong Bong Bong Bong Bong Bong Bong Bong Bong

"Happy Birthday…wow this sucks! This curse on my arm is a great present! I can't get the memory out of my head…and now I have to go back to Hogwarts in a few mere hours. Back to Potter, Lupin, and Black…o and what's his name…ah yes Pettigrew," Severus said.

The Dark Mark was a painful thing, not so much physically, but mostly emotionally. The fact that you're enslaved and will never be free of the heavy weight pulling you down somehow is the most painful of all. Severus walked over to his bed and laid on his tearstained pillow (when he had gotten back the mark had still been burning like sizzling iron). Gradually, he had fallen asleep, after what seemed like hours of laying there.

"UP!" screeched a voice.

"Sound spell…Sonorus. I'M UP, I'M UP!" Severus yelled back.

"Quietus," Severus commanded.

Spells could be performed in the Snape home by young Severus due to the various charms and ancient spells placed upon the primordial house years upon years ago. Plus the fact that Leonidas had a sly tongue (like almost all Snapes) and his job in the ministry was minister's advisor, which meant he could whisper words into his superior's ear, killing her o so gradually like poison, and her power both over herself, wizarding world, and magically were dwindling (much like Wormtongue of The Lord of the Rings and the King of Rohan or that's how Severus thought of it). Leonidas could slip through nets of laws like the smallest of slippery fishes, a great advantage to the Dark Lord. Once Millicent Bagnold retired because of her weakness and old age (though she was looking older each day), the muggle-lovers would have a big gap in their defense.

"Propinquo Mihi, trunk," Severus commanded again as his trunk floated towards him.

"Now, pack!" he commanded once again and his clothes, school stuff, and everything else folded and/or packed itself ever so neatly into his trunk. Somewhere during his attempt to run away, last night, his things had been scattered everywhere after the lock on his trunk had broke. But the charm on his things put them right back in his room, but unfortunately he now had to pack his things.

"Patefacio!" he said this to open the door, "Locomotor trunk!" Severus pointed his wand down the staircase towards the front door, which is where it landed.

Disgruntled, Severus trudged down the long staircase to the front door and standing next to his trunk he yelled, "Bye! If anyone cares!"

He then stepped through the open door, walked down the sidewalk, and with another "Patefacio!" to open the door again he muttered, "Accio, trunk!"

Severus was a very powerful, advanced wizard who could definitely do magic far beyond his age. Especially with all the teaching he had gotten before Hogwarts from his father. Though at Hogwarts you weren't beaten or screamed at if you did something wrong.

He stuck out his right hand that was currently holding his wand and the Knight Bus appeared before him.

"Hullo, my name is Ryan Shunpike! I will be your conductor this evening! And our junior conductor in training, today, is my son Stanley!" welcomed a man in a purple uniform who was about 30 years old.

"It's just Stan!" exclaimed the 9-year-old boy standing next to Ryan who had a pin that said "Junior Conductor In Training,"

"Nice to meet you…to Hogwarts please," replied Severus.

"Sure, mister…let's see you come every year, I should know…oh yea Snape, right? Severus?" Stan answered.

"Right, Stan," Severus said shortly as he took his place in an armchair close to the front.

"So, Severus…how's Hogwarts?" asked Ryan.

"Fine."

"Do you remember Lucius Malfoy?" he questioned. After a silence that had ensued between the two, while bouncing against the bus' constant jerking.

"Of course, who could forget 'um."

"Well…according to what I've heard…he's been up to things," he said suspiciously.

"What kind of things?" it was Severus' turn to ask.

"Err…well I'll tell you a bit, but I can't get too specific. Just promise me you'll tell Dumbledore, Ryan Shunpike needs to talk to him," Ryan explained, "Promise?"

"Promise."

"How old was he when he use to bug ya?" Ryan inquired.

"Seventeen…" Severus murmured remembering the disturbing boy with that scary whiteish-blond hair.

Severus, a little scrawny first year, had entered Hogwarts full of both fear and excitement. Then Lucius Malfoy had come around teasing him, always bothering him about the Dark Arts, and asking if he would join the Dark Lord (and when). He had even given Severus a black eye from time to time. Severus had always tolerated what he said, agreed with him, and always said he would be a Death Eater like his father had told him to say if a known supporter or to be supporter asked him. But Severus had always wondered why a strong 7th year had nothing better to do then rough up a mere brittle 1st year. When he had gotten home from school that year his questions had been answered.

(Flashback from where we were on The Knight Bus)

Door opens and closes with a bang!

"You passed!" yelled Mr. Snape.

"Passed what?" asked Severus.

"Lucius Malfoy he was used as our tester for quite a few years, testing Death Eater hopefuls and you passed!" exclaimed Leonidas (he barely exclaimed anything).

"Wa-wa-wa…what?"

(End Flashback)

"Severus…Se-ver-us…earth to…SNAPE!" said Ryan waving his hand in front of Severus' face.

"Yeah, I'm here, I'm here…please, continue," Severus replied.

"Anyway, now twenty years old, Mr. Malfoy has been getting himself into hot water and from what I've heard he's making his way to the inner circle, between your father and his," informed Ryan ,"If anyone asks you you didn't get it from me."

"Get what from who?"

"Exactly," laughed Ryan.

Suddenly reality rushed back to Severus and he noticed Mr. Shunpike was telling him this on a public bus with numerous people in the broad daylight…But when he looked around he noticed that no one was around and it was…dark.

Seeming as if he could read Severus' thoughts Ryan answered his unasked question ,"Well, knowing you had scheduled your annual seat I decided to put the brass bedsteads on the third level and we used a little wand-waving to make it look like night. Most of our passengers have to go to work and many want as much sleep as they can get,"

ERRRRRT!

"Ah, we're here! How the time flies!" responded Ryan.

Severus got up trunk and all walking toward the exit when he remembered, "Don't I owe you bus fare?"

"Nah! After the hell of a summer and life you've had! You deserve a break!"

"Thanks, Mr. Shunpike!" Severus said politely.

"How many times do I have to tell you? 'Mr. Shunpike' is my 60-year-old father! It's just Ryan."

"Thanks, Ryan! Bye! Bye, Stan!" bid Severus.

"Remember, your promise."

"I will."

"Bye!" all three bid this time.

Severus then hopped off the bus, put his things on a trolley, and strolled through Kings Cross Station. When he reached the barrier between platform 9 and 10 he quickly ran through it without being noticed. He loaded his things onto the train and as he stepped on the train began to exit the station. As it chugged down the track Severus went to look for his compartment and so his journey began…

A/N: Propinquo Mihi, trunk means come near me, trunk and Patefacio means open. By the way the latin from that other chapter means The Snape Underground Treasure. REVIEW PLEASE!