Severus is the boy with the past, the boy with no friends, the boy who claims to not feel. The boy obsessed with the dark arts and the boy who gets mercilessly teased by James Potter. Then the boy who starts to have feelings for Lily Evans, the knowitall mudblood. This is the story about the boy who used to love and laugh who became known as the man who killed Albus Dumbledore.

Chapter One The Boy Behind it All
"Clean it up boy!" hissed the man in the boys ears. The boy stood there frozen, just staring at him, his dark eyes opened wide with fear. "Don't just stand there fool, clean it up. Your mum would have such a fit if you didn't do what I asked." His face cracked into an evil disgusting smile.
The boy continued to stare, taking steps back, little by little, finding a place agaisnt the wall, "Please...please.."
"Don't beg, don't ever beg. You pitiful lump of--" He raised his wand.
A flash of red light...

"Ahhhh!" He shook and shook and finally opened his eyes, realizing he was sleeping. "A dream...Just a dream..."
"Can't you shut the bloody hell up Snape." moaned a voice from the distant corner.
He turned his head and stared out the window, full moon was glaring down at him.
He always wondered how they were able to get windows on a dungeon common room.He drifted back to sleep.

He sat there in the library, his hands covering his face, miserable. It had to be his doing, he was torturing him until he agreed... He couldn't give in, not ever.
"Snivelly, what are you doing in the library? Trying to disgust us until we leave?" sneered Sirius Black, in his usual arrogant manner. He stared down at him, with a boastful smile, as if he knew exactly all the things that were bugging him and he knew just the way to stop them.
"If anything, Black, I'm not trying to disgust you until you leave, I'm just trying to clean the vernim up so the libary can be cleaner." He snarled, he felt his wand under his cloak, poking at his side. It was edging to be taken out to be used.
"Shut your mouth." Black sneered. James Potter was behind him, playing with his hair and giving his friend an admiring look and the same disgusted look at Severus. He looked behind him and then looked back, "If we weren't in the library, I would hex you to oblivion."
Severus looked up and gave him a smirk, "You know Black, you're barking--oh I mean--voice, isn't threatening at the least so run along and play with your lapdog."
James made a rude gesture at Severus and his friend behind him held his arm back.
"Ten points off, for having your wand out like that in the library." rang a voice from the foot of the library. James suddenly shoved his friend away and started playing with his hair again. He started standing up straighter and fiddled with his cloak.
"Evans! No need to be so hostile, we were only showing our friend Snivellus here, a lesson in etiquette. How he should take showers regularly than once a decade like his mum taught him." James said in a different, in a more mature matter.
Her green eyes flared, "You are unbelievable."
The boy named Severus just sat back, annoyed, disgusted, that a mudblood felt she had to protect him... Him! Did she not know what he was capable of? Did she not know who he was? What marks he got? How much he knew? Or did she not care? Was she only doing this so she could have a shot at yelling at Potter, an excuse to snap at him, to tell him what she really thought, do deny him one more time?
He stood up, fed up with the likes of them.He shot them one last glare and them looked at her, she was two heads shorter then him but the way she stood, looking back, it was as if she was just as tall. She stared back through her emerald eyes, staring hard at him, searching him.
He admitted, she was lovely, inside and out...but nevertheless, she was a mudblood...a know it all mudblood...that always tried to find a reason to stick up for him, like he couldn't do it himself.
He became angry, his stare became harder and the grip on his wand became more determined...To him all the seconds going by felt like eternity, but really only a few seconds had gone by.
"Going to take a shower now?" Sirius chirped, grinning madly.
"Black--" She began again, this time though, he had enough, he grabbed her hand.
"I can take care of myself, mudblood, just because I don't raise my voice or my wand doesn't say otherwise. If I needed your help, I would ask for it." He dropped her hand and walked away, he didn't look back.
"Potter, put your wand down, he had every right. I said stop." He heard her hiss, he could tell she was trying to keep her voice down.
What was her problem anyways?

"You stupid foolish know-nothing boy! Close your mind, think of nothing. Feel nothing. Be nothing. Do you want insolents to penetrate your mind?" The man snarled in his ear, two inches away from his face. Beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.
He shook his head, he didn't have to go that place anymore...Everything was going to be alright...
"Hogsmeade trip this weekend, any of you blokes going? Lestrange? Nox? Crabbe?" Lucius stopped dead and turned his head to face Severus, "Snape?"
"Do I ever go?" He retorted in a rather bored voice.
"I thought change would be good." He said in a rather rushed voice. "Potter is going to be there, alone. Lupin is off with some bloody cold and I just hexed Blacks drink and he is off stuck in the hospital wing until Monday. I had it timed so he would miss the trip. He usually loves those. Oh well." He had a smirk on, boys behind him chortled over with laughter.
The thought of Potter alone fascinated him, he didn't reckon he's ever been alone, "And what about Pettigrew?"
"Stupid bloke never got the paper signed, remember? Sure got told off by McGonagal when he got caught. And Potter would never miss a chance to go to Zonkos."
In the corner of his eye, he spotted her...she was pretending like she wasn't staring at him, although he knew she was. But it wasn't a stare, it was a glare... Was she really glaring at him? Had she heard? Or was it a figment of your imagination..

Close your mind...

She had heard, everything.
Her green eyes were filled with disappointment and disgust. She shook her head and continued reading her book. He noticed how her fiery red hair always caught his eye. The way it was so curly but still always stayed in place and how it bounced when she walked. However, she looked rather pale and rigid today... Her face was expressionless and the book she happened to be 'reading' was turned upsidedown.
"Intrigued Severus?" rang Lucius voice, interrupting his thoughts.
He looked back at those gray eyes, "Definitely."

"You sure have a funny habit to always be around me." Severus snapped darkly at the red head trying to walk away fast.
"Wrong place at the wrong time, won't happen again." She said meekly. He saw her tense up and she slowly turned to face him, "Yes?"
He shrugged, "I just happen to not think it was by accident."
"Well it was." In the most unconvincing voice, he didn't even need his Legimensly (sp?) to figure her out.
"What did you think wittly Potter was going to hex me?" He said, growing inpatient and angry.
"No, and if he was, you can take care of yourself."
"Then why are you always there!" He snapped, his temper getting the best of him.
"Because, I'm just curious if you ever have the nerve to actually use all the dark magic you study in the library." She snapped back, dangerously. Her eyes growing into two green flames, burning through his skin.
"I don't know what you're talking about." He snarled, his face contorted in anger.
"Really? You don't?" She said daringly, taking a step forward. "Surprising, since you don't have the smarts to do it in hiding."
"Maybe because I'm not doing anything at all."
"Fat chance."
"Do you take pride in trying to be an insufferable know-it-all, mudblood?" His voice was steady and dripped of icyness.
"Maybe I do." She retorted coldly.
"Well, be that as it may, I don't need you, Evans, to fight my battles or win my wars. I can do so on my own." He said dangerously and turned his back.
"Well maybe---just maybe---if you had some friends to have your back, you wouldn't need a mudblood like me to, how did you say it, oh yes---'fight your battles'---just a thought." She said in a hushed deadly voice.
He watched her walk away, he felt something tugging at his stomach...something that made him want to follow her...even touch her...a little..

He shook his head.
Thats Lily Evans, the mudblood.

A/N-First chapter of Behind the Prince, hope you enjoyed it.