A Day In The Life Of a Young Severus Snape
rated MA for mature adults
Ch.2
Professor Dumbldore's office was quite small. Not that it was any smaller than the other teaches; it was only that this professor had so such stuff! He had so many wizardly contraptions that Severus almost forgot why he was there and, where he was at all. "Now Severus," Dumbledore calmly said, " what happened exactly. So Severus did as he was told, he recalled what happened. But he "forgot" to mention the name of the spell. Obviously Dumbledore knew that but decided to act ignorant to the fact. But Mr.Snape did not relize that fact and from shear fright, blurted out the name of it anyway and that he created it and the whole deal. The professor was absolutely shocked and took out his pensive. He tapped his wand to his head and copied the memory and put it into the pensive.
They sat and stared at each other for a while. Plainly deciding what was the most appropriate thing to say. "You do realize that the spell you preformed was dark magic." said Dumbledore. Severus looked at him with the same blank gaze. For he did not know this information before, although he had a hunch about it. "There has to be a consequence for your actions but I need you to answer some questions truthfully." Severus nodded, he knew what was coming. " Did you know of this spell before this morning?"
"Yes."
"Did you ever intend to use it?"
"No." Severus lied.
"Who did you intend to use it on and why?"
Severus looked slightly embarrassed. He had always been a bad liar. He told himself that he had to work on that. "My Father. For reasons I do not feel I want to share at this time."
"Understandable. That is your private reason." "Before you cursed James did you think about it?"
"Not really, it just sorta came out." They sat and stared at each other for some time. Finally Dumbledore spoke, " You may go, I will think about your punishment." Whithout saying another word Severus Snape left the office.
Back in the Slitherin Common Room Severus decided it would be best if he skipped the rest of the days classes. Yes that would be better. Nobody pestering me about it. He went up to his four poster bed, after he got a shower, and just laid there thinking about the days events. Who I am? Why did I use dark magic? Why did Potter spill that shit on me anyway! Who does he think he is!
Nobody spoke to him the rest of the night.He was glad of that though. Nobody needed to know what he was thinking about. Thinking about these things made him fall into a restless sleep. He had nightmares about a mark in the sky that looked like a snake with a snake weaving through it.