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Severus hated the Wizard World.
He hated Gryffindors, hated Potter, Black. He hated their pet wolf, the lie of the black and white world they built for themselves. Severus hated the headmaster.
The list is not over. Severus was never a man known for his love for the world, but comparatively... nothing to compare.
He had nothing left. It was so empty, as on the outside, like the inside. He was beyond regulation...
The cruel pranks that the Golden Gryffindors attracted were not enough, their bloodthirsty did not calm down. Years over years... they didn't stop.
Not in attempted murder.
Not in public humiliation.
Not at all. Not ever.
They never carried the result. They didn't understand any remorse... relative to the nobility they boasted, it was ironically hypocrisy.
He broke down.
And they won.
And now he had nothing left. He lost everything.
Severus couldn't bear it anymore.
Lily moved away. His only friend. But it was never mutual. She was the only one in his world, he was just a little filthy in hers.
He was alone. As always. As will always be in the future.
He hated the Wizard World. About as much as he hated the world of Muggles, if not more. He saw no reason to continue to fight for his place in such a world...
He will always be hunted, some people are born with this destiny. Karma.
Several times he was tempted to finish it. Too much... Merlin knows he had nothing to continue for, a person who would care...
But it was too simple. Simple and useless. It was a solution that would accomplish nothing. And Severus was too Slytherin to make such a departure.
No. Severus was definitely a Slytherin, and as one, he would make sure his revenge was complete.
He would make sure to prove to everyone the truth.
Determination. No Gryffindor could win this.
He would get what he wanted. He will destroy the image of the lion's perfection, even if it is the last thing he does.
That would be his departure. In a winning style. Smooth snake.
There was nothing that bind him to the Wizard World. He will take refuge in Muggle's life. And if it is too much... He will always be able to return to his first choice.
Everything was ready.
With the contacts with Malfoy, he managed to reach the Daily Prophet, hence, the way to end everything, was close.
Severus was aware of his skills in making spells and potions, perhaps he'll find an entertaining replacement in the Muggle world for them, but for now, his inventions will help him win.
It took him several days to think of the best way to reveal everything, after which it took a few more days to find the right words to perform the new spell. But he did it.
He watched his reflection in the small mirror before the interview with the reporter Lucius was able to get for him. He was nauseating, ugly... this time, for a change, it would work in his favor. All the abuse he suffered, his scrawny and starving body, the abject poverty... it would only highlight the message he wanted to convey.
He considered the words he said, but in the end, it wasn't really necessary. Everything that really mattered, everyone would see for themselves.
For the first time, he introduced the magic he invented in the interview. Clear record of all events that occurred in his past. His memories was on the pages of the official newspaper at every wizard and witch's house.
He was happy to say goodbye to them, there was nothing he wanted to keep.
He felt reluctant, indeed, he hated the window that opened into his soul and gave everyone a peek... but it was all over.
And now everyone knew it.
It was no longer possible to ignore, close the eyes. The Gryffindor House could not be justified, no matter how popular and wealthy his students were.
Not after Severus made sure to add proof to everything, with Malfoy as a witness, supporting.
Unauthorized Animagos. Wolf in school. A headmaster who ignores the safety of his students, just because they sorting.
That began an indignation. It caused panic and chaos.
And the boy just enjoyed the winds of the storm that started to blow. Not much, he hated this place.
He did not watch as the reputation was destroyed. He did not watch when charges laid on half of the people who made his bitter.
He was not a witness to the trials that discussed of cruelty and murderous tendencies.
He did not turn his head even once, backing away from his former life, and his black cloak fluttered after him.
His job was done.
He didn't start this battle, but he would fight.
Always.
A/N: Honestly, this idea have looked better in my head... well, hope you liked it anyway.
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