Okay, none belong to Norton! To JK! Yah! Wish belong to Norton! Hee hee hee! Yeah, that's pretty much true, I wish Harry Potter did belong to me… all the money! And the fame! And the… Alan Rickman! YES! swoon
Blah! I hate dreams….
Music: Shinto Priestess Kikyo –Inuyasha
Book: The Book of Three by Lloyd Alexander
Anime: Revolutionary Girl Utena
Manga: Ranma ½
School Project: Ancient China Book (bleh!)(hate china) (hate china) (hate china)
I AM SOOO SORRY THAT THIS CHAPTER TOOK SOOOOOO LONG! And, I'm also sorry that the second chapter took so long to write. I hate it when that kind of thing happens to me. See, I like to act out or… Role Play… Harry Potter in my room, by myself. I can act out all the parts and not feel embarrassed by my ideas. But… you see… acting is easier than writing down on the computer, even though I am a fast typer. My ideas don't go on the paper as well as they go down out loud, in my room.
And I'm also sorry that this one took so long to write. I got a little carried away with my Anime and new yahoo accounts. I love Inuyasha RPGS on yahoo! It's amazing how much you can do!
Thank you to sappjody and Thompson for reviewing.
Anyway… onto the flashback chapter! Yes! More Italian! Okay note: the Italian probably isn't correct, I translated it from www. freetranslation .com (and a little bit from www. dictionary .com, I think that I'm going to use this one more often. It's get the stuff right sometimes!) and, the free translation part means that it's not all that reliable, so I'm going to write down next to the line what they're supposed to say, instead of some messed up translation that won't write it the way I want it to write it. Anyway… I like this chapter. It shows some of the things of Snape's past, how he was treated and his family! Yes! I love his family! Especially Torrell! YAHOOOOO! (Don't worry, you're not supposed to know him yet.)
And now… the flashback…
Chapter Three
(Il Capitolo Tre)
Back, Every Once In A While
(Di ritorno, una volta ogni tanto)
"Padre!" Severus screamed as he saw his father fall to the ground, clutching his body. "Padre! Siete danneggiare? Cosa è accaduto?" He yelled at him. (Father! Father! Are you hurt? What happened?) His father was on the ground shaking, choking. Severus' mother rushed in.
"Timothy! Timothy!" She called her husbands name but the man just kept on shaking.
"Severus, look after your father for just a second, I have to get help!" Her little son of five years old looked up at her as she apparated, understanding very little of what she just said. He looked back at his father and grabbed his arm.
"Padre! Cosa è errato? Per favore parli qualcosa!" Severus whined in Italian, rocking back and forth on his knees. A few tears ran down his cheeks. (Father! What's wrong? Please say something!)
"Papà, Papà!" He sobbed. (Daddy, Daddy!) "Non vada! Nonlo lasci qui!" (Don't go! Don't leave me here!) He placed his head on his father's chest.
"Papà, ti amo, come un figlio." He whispered in his father's ear. (Father, I love you, like a son.) "I… l-l-lov-vé y-y-ou. I… l-love y-you. I love y-you. I love you. I love you! L-l-liké a-a-a s-son. I love you, l-like a s-son. I love you, like a son. I love you, like a son! Padre! Ti amo, come un figlio!" A hand rested on his shoulder. He looked up and, through his tears, could tell it was his mother. She picked him up and he cried on her shoulder. (A/N: his father didn't die, he just had a bodily breakdown)
The scene changed to a time when Severus was about nine, even though he looked like he was seven. He was sitting in his room, on his bed. There was another boy with him. A young boy, four years old. His brother.
"Severus?" The young boy asked, with only a British sound in his voice.
"Hmmm…?" Severus grunted in response.
"Why don't you like father?" The boy cocked his head, inquisitively. Severus' black eyes looked over the boy before he answered.
"I don't like him," he started, his voice with a definite Italian accent. "because he's cruel and crude and annoying and rude and stupid and mean and a bastard and a man who doesn't cherish his children. Or at least not me." And he turned away.
Next, was a young Severus Snape about the age of 14, kneeling on a dungeon floor, shirtless and sobbing. There were long, deep bloody cuts on his back and in one section near his left hip was a very deep cut… it seemed that he had been whipped there many times. There was a man standing behind the boy, a bit away. His hand, which held the whip, slacked at his side. He looked a lot like Severus, the same hair, same cheek bones, same eye brows, nose, hands, stature… the only differences were his eyes and that he had a grey streak in his hair. It was defiantly his father. He dropped the whip and walked over to Severus. He kneeled in front of his son and tilted the boys head up. Severus' face was covered with tears and some hair sticking to their wet trails on his cheeks.
"Papà!" Severus lunged at his father, wrapping his arms around him and crying on his shoulder. "Papà!" His father gently stroked his son's hair, wishing he had a choice for what he was doing to him.
"Severus," His father called his name. He closed his eyes and held his son close to him.
And, yet again, the scene changed. There was a seventeen year old Severus sitting at a desk at Hogwarts in a room that was empty except for his father who was leaning over the desk and the head of Slytherin house at that time, Anwar Malfoy.
"What on earth were you thinking, Severus!" His father yelled. Severus flinched at the tone of his father's voice. "Stand up," Severus obeyed his father and stood, looking at the floor, his head turned down.
"Look at me," Severus' father whispered in the tone that showed some sort of loathing. Severus looked up to see his fathers furrowed brows, disgusted face (A/N: not disgusting), and eyes that poured hatred. He flinched again at the sight.
"You bastard," He said, bringing up his hand. He brought it down on his sons face with ultimate force. Severus made a small sound as his father's hand made contact with his skin and felt tears well up in his eyes. He'd never been slapped that hard before.
"Really, what were you thinking, going with a lady at your age." And then, Severus did something he hadn't done since he was eleven… he talked back.
"I'm already an adult," He murmured.
"What!" His father shouted and slapped him on the other cheek. "Don't you dare talk back to me, boy!" He held his son's chin in his hand, his grasp so strong it was bruising the skin that was over the jaw bone.
"Yes, father," Severus whispered, not looking at the man in front of him.
"Now," His father started, letting go of his chin. "Will you tell me why you went off and did such a foolish thing?"
"I-I… I love her," Severus stuttered.
"You have no idea what love is." His father scoffed.
"Yes I do! I know because I've experienced it!" Severus yelled at him.
"Fine, what did it feel like… being inside of her?" His father leaned over to be face to face with his son.
"It… it felt good. A-and I felt it in my heart, not just… in my… groin." Severus answered, sheepishly. His father smiled.
"Good man," he said and patted the boy on the shoulder and walked over to the door.
"What? You're not mad at me?" Severus asked. His father turned around.
"No, I just wanted to know if you did it for lust or if you really can comprehend the enormous concept of love." He smiled and walked out of the room. Severus looked startled; he never thought that his father would be alright with him having sex at such a young age, even though his father did get his mother pregnant when she was seventeen.
"Did you think it was going to be worse?" Anwar Malfoy said from the corner of the room they were in. Severus looked up at him.
"Yes," he said.
"You shouldn't have," Anwar said, walking out from his corner.
"Because he kind of did the same thing?" Severus asked.
"Pretty much," Anwar answered. "Not the exact same, but… close enough."
"Why?" Severus asked.
"Why what?" Anwar asked.
"Why did father get my mother pregnant at such a young age if he was going to be married to her anyway?"
"Well, the betrothal was secret. I don't know why… it just was. And… my younger brother by eight years asked for Margery's hand in marriage. So… since your grandfathers wanted the secret betrothal to stay a secret, they decided to have your mother get pregnant so that no one would find out about the betrothal. But, even she didn't know about her being pledged to be married to an Italian man she'd only met once. And when Timothy laid with your mother… she thought that he had done it with her only because he loved her. But, he explained as best he could that they were betrothed and that he really did love her… that's why." Anwar explained.
"How do you know all this?" Severus asked.
"I'm smart," Anwar curtly said, taping his head, and walked out of the room.
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Severus Snape sat up abruptly, covered in sweat. He looked around his room and finally rested his eyes on his wife next to him. He sighed, wiping off his forehead, and laid back down, pulling Clarissa into a hug.
"I love you," he whispered to her. She moved and sighed and smiled, loving the feeling of his warm embrace in her sleep.
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"Hermione, will please go and wake mom and dad?" Heather asked the female teenager. Hermione looked up from the daily prophet that she was reading and looked over at the Heather who was making breakfast.
"Me?" she asked. Heather turned and looked at her.
"Yes, you," She said and rolled her eyes, turning back to the stove on which she was cooking omelettes.
"But I don't know where their room is!" Hermione protested.
"It's on the fifth floor, it has an "s" like symbol in green above the door frame. It's not that hard to find." Neil said, entering the kitchen from the dining room and giving his wife a kiss.
"Alright," Hermione mumbled, walking out of the rooms, onto the staircase and up two floors. She didn't want to go wake up Snape, no matter how polite she was… he scared her. She found his room and knocked loudly on the door so to wake him up.
"Go away, we're having sex!" His voice called from behind the closed door. Hermione's eyes widened in astonishment and an image of Snape and Clarissa… ick! She shook her head, getting the thought out of her mind.
"Umm… sorry squeal," She said, loud enough for him to hear through the door. And she ran of to the nearest bridge and started across it to the staircase. The door of Snape and Clarissa's room opened and Clarissa stood there in her short dark blue night gown. She walked to the edge of the banister and saw Hermione running down the staircase. She turned back to the doorway, where Severus was now standing, and scowled at him. He backed away a little bit, trying to look innocent. Even though he did, she walked up to him and pushed him back into the room, roughly, closing the door behind her.
"Severus, Severus, Severus…" Clarissa said, shaking her head.
"I didn't know it was her." Severus said. Clarissa looked up at him.
"I didn't!" He tried to convince her.
"No, you probably didn't." She said and opened the closet. "Now, what should I wear to go downstairs?"
"My god," Severus scoffed.
"What?" Clarissa asked, turning around to face him.
"Women! You have to have an outfit for everything, don't you!" Severus said.
"Severus! I'm not going to go downstairs in this," Clarissa pointed to her small night gown.
"Oh…" Severus mumbled, turning away.
"You can be so dense sometimes," Clarissa said, looked back into the closet.
"Here," she said, throwing a long sleeved black turtleneck shirt at his back. "Wear that," He pulled the shirt over his naked torso and waited for her to finish dressing into gigantic light blue t-shirt, with an image of Hyde on the front, and black pajama bottoms. (A/N: - Takarai Hideto aka Hyde. The vocalist in L'arc-en-Ciel, a Japanese rock band. He also does some solo stuff. Okay, okay, I know… a married British women wearing a shirt with a picture of a totally, fantastically, amazingly, beautiful, hot hot hot, sizzling Japanese man on the front… it's not all that right. I know, I know… but… I just had to bring my beloved Hyde in the story some how! Won't you forgive me? Thanks!)
"Okay, I'm ready," she said, putting her feet into some slippers and they walked out of their room and down the staircase to the kitchen. The married couple entered into a room that was full of the sounds of laughter and giggling, and cooking food. (A/N: they have two different places to eat. One for dinner which is a big room with an add on kitchen and the one from every other meal and snacks. Its kitchen is the same place as dining area.)
When Neil noticed that his parents had entered the room he burst out laughing at the sight of them.
"What's so funny?" Severus inquired.
"You… and… and… mom!" Neil choked, falling off of the chair he had been sitting on and started rolling on the floor.
"Neil, it's not funny…" One of his twin brothers said.
"You're right, Deuteronomy, it's not funny. Such an action should not be laughed at. It is just a sign of lo-" Rafale started, but was cut off by his other brother.
"No, that's not what he means, Runt. He means that it's gross, that's what! Not a sign of-" The twin other than Deuteronomy was cut off by Rafale.
"It is not gross! It is a perfectly good way of sho-"
"A-actually, Rafale… wait… how-how do you know about this kind of thing?" Heather asked.
"I've read the dictionary." Was the five-year-olds response.
"The dictionary doesn't tell you why people do it. So you could only know if you read it in some sort of … 'Doing "IT"' dictionary!" Deuteronomy accused.
"That's absurd! Alexander, tell you're brother he's absurd!" Rafale cried.
"Why would I say that?" The twin asked. The telephone rang.
"I'LL GET IT!" The twins and Neil shouted at the same time. In the race to get to the phone, there was a series of punches thrown and kicks kicked and… in the end, Severus got the phone.
"Hello?" He said, answering it in a dull voice. As the person on the other end spoke, Snape's eyes widened.
"That's fine," he answered in a higher voice than usual. "Ummm… alright. Good-bye." And he hung up the receiver.
"Clarissa, I need to talk to you," Snape said curtly, before grabbing his wife's arm.
"Huh?" she said while be pulled out of the kitchen.
"Hmmm… I wonder who it was…" Neil said, scratching his head.
In the hallway, Severus pulled his wife to a room four rooms away from the kitchen and pushed her inside, closing the door behind him.
"Severus, what's this all about?" Clarissa demanded.
"Oh, god…" Severus groaned, closing his eyes, leaning against the door.
"What happened?" Clarissa inquired.
"I forgot… I'm sorry, Clarissa… but, I completely forgot!" Severus explained.
"Forgot what?" Clarissa asked.
"My family! Remember! We invited them over for half of the summer! How, could I forget something like that!" Severus hinted. Clarissa's eyes widened in shock.
"Severus!" She said.
"I'm sorry… I'm sorry! I really am! I… just… I forgot! This is terrible!" Severus cried.
"Why? I mean, we can live through it, can't we… I mean, your family's small, right?" Clarissa asked, not knowing much about her husbands family.
"Well, not really. There's my father, my mother, my brother Torrell, my brother Robert with his wife and… seven children with one on the way, and my sister and her child. And… it's just… Potter's here… and Weasley… and Granger! This is terrible!" Severus sighed.
"Well, you can't turn your family down, now can you?" Clarissa said, rubbing her husbands arm.
"No, if I did, they'd just come anyway and Robert would shout at me, and father would shout at me and Torrell would just stand there…" He smiled and laughed a bit, imagining the scene. "I mean, I invited my family here and I haven't seen them all for years. And I wanted to see all of my nephews and nieces." Severus said.
"And everyone wanted to come see the long lost Severus Snape and his beautiful wife and his lovely children." Clarissa teased, hugging onto Snape. Her husband smiled.
"Yes, but, I still can't believe I forgot that they were coming over." Severus said.
"Well, you had other things on your mind. And… well, I think we all forgot!" She said, snuggling into him, making him giggle.
"Don't do that, Clarissa!" Severus said, smiling and laughing as his wife rubbed her nose into her lovers chest. He tried to move away from her, but she wouldn't let go or stop cuddling with him. When she finally backed him into a corner she stepped up on her tippy-toes and her lips met up with his. She squeezed her tongue between his lips so that he'd loosen his mouth. Clarissa moved her tongue around Severus' mouth and then sucked his lower lip when she pulled away. When she looked back at her husband he turned his head, sheepishly and blushed, giving life to his pallid cheeks.
"I will love you no matter what mistakes you make, no matter what you forget… I'll still love you!" She whispered in his ear. Severus' blush deepened and her hugged his wife.
"I'll love you forever." He said and they left the room, walking hand in hand back to the kitchen.