A Day In The Life Of a Young Severus Snape
rated MA for mature adults
Ch.3
"WAKE UP!" Screamed a boy leaning over Severus who was shaking him vigerously.
"What?" Answered Severus who had no idea what was going on. The last thing he remembered was that skull and snake thing. "W- what happened?" He stuttered.
"You were screaming at the top of you lungs and yelling 'the dark mark'." "What's the dark mark?"
"I don't know.." Severus partially lied. He knew what it looked like. He had no clue what I meant or why he saw it.
In his Potions class he excelled greatly. He would hardly ever go with what his textbook would tell him. He wrote how to do this class' potion on the page. But today he also wrote down a spell that he labeled 'for your enemies'. It was the spell he invented and used on James Potter. Why did Potter hate him so much, and pick on him so much? What had he, Severus, ever done to him, save that last incident of course.
Everyone was staring but he had grown used to that. He had always been loked down upon by everyone. Why, he did not know. After class someone book checked him. "Dammit ," he whispered and quietly picked his books and quills and books back up.
That night in the common room everyone seemed to be in cornors away from Severus, whispering to one another, tying to get as far away from him as possible. He decided to spare everyone and go to sleep.
dream
Dark mark appears in sky once again and Severus decides to follow it. He goes up and down the dark alleyways until he finds himself in a circle of people, and one in the center. The boy in the circle was indeed evil and sinister but looked hardly any older than him self. He had a hood over his head and he almost looked inhuman but he still looked as though he could bleed. The boy in the center started chanting along with the others in the circle. Without realizing it, Severus had started the chanting too, but what he did not know.
end of dream
"Wake up dammit! SHUT UP! WE ARE ALL TRYING TO SLEEP!" A boy said while shaking him awake.
"What?" Replied Severus absent mindedly.
"You woke up screaming again."
"What was I screaming?"
"Something about a Lord Voltimy or something like that..." (Yes I do know how to spell Voldimort.)
"Well I'll try not to anymore okay?"
"Alright or we'll make you sleep in the common room."
Over the corse of the next few weeks this happened about 6 times and the other boys in his dorm started to complain to the teachers about it.The headmaster asked the potions teacher to please concoct a sleepless dream potion for Svererus. From then on the dreams did not occur at night when he was asleep. They would haunt him during his classes with little bits and piece of the dreams sporadically during the corse of the day. His heart would ran and sweat would bead on his forhead.
Everyone he had even slightly considered a friend now had their backs to him. They were ashamed of him and some what scared. Nobody wanted to be cursed. All of his anger and sorrow was being bottled up and he felt as though he was going to explode. He began to think of ways he could escape Hogwarts and start a better life where no one knew him as he truly was. But how in the hell could he do that. Sneaking outside is one thing and leaving all together was another. He did not even know where he would go yet...maybe my family will let me escape... maybe... not they hate me. And who would want to go back to that rat ass house anyway... if you could call it one. A shack more like it. As he was looking out the window sitting on his bed tears started to trickle down his face.. He hated thinking about home. It was his own personal hell. He had not home. Nobody could accept him for the potions genius he was.
But maybe I can just visit so they don't worry and call the school. If nobody calls I am sure no one will miss me. Yeah I will just visit to get some money and I'll get on my way. Besides I could just curse them if they don't want me to go... but I wont have to resort to that because they will be glad to see me leave once and for all.