Did I leave a lil' ol' cliffy last chapter? I did? Oh, how cruel of me. –Umbridge smile-

Snape: Umbridge smile?

Yeah! You know, 'cuz she's got this creepy 'I'm such a friggin' bitch so I'm gonna smile like a devil incarnate' sort of thingamajig goin' on.

Snape: …

Oh yeah! –Holds up script- Read please!

Snape: … Why? Can't you read the disclaimer?

… Nupe! –Holds up negative photos of Snape- Do it or I'll post these all over the internet. … -Umbridge smile-

Snape: … I hate you. –Snatches paper- Ahem, Rikku Hikari does not own Harry Potter or it's characters because if she did she would make me …

Go on.

Snape: -shivers-

Fine, don't read it. –Waves- Anyway, thanks for the reviews. They tasted- err! I mean … they inspired me to keep this story going!

Snape: Wait, you haven't even laid down what's going to happen in later-!

-Slaps hand over his mouth- Please review!

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Another sigh passed through Snape's lips as he leaned his head on the train's windows. It was going to be a long ride back to Hogwarts. His attention was focused on the blurred world outside of the cart as the train made its way back to school, wind rushing against its sides and a roaring engine that could be heard for miles on end.

The cart door slid open abruptly as a boy with dark brown skin and black curly hair stumbled in. He coughed a bit as well, signaling that he had been sick during the holiday. Snape didn't notice let alone know that the other boy had entered. It wasn't until the boy's luggage was dropped down onto the seat opposite Snape that he glanced at the other.

"Sorry 'bout that, Ma must've stuffed a lot more clothes than I needed … again." The dark boy sat down next to his heavy luggage with a crooked grin. "I'm Sam Calmeyer by the way. I'm a first year." He held out his hand.

Snape cocked an eyebrow at Sam's gesture to shake hands, noting that the boy's hand was covered with mayonnaise and bits of dirt. "…Pleasure…" He muttered, turning his attention back to the window. Sam pulled his hand back a little disappointedly.

A few hours passed without them exchanging a single word to one another. Mostly it was filled with the sounds of Sam munching on random candies from his Christmas stash. Snape, though annoyed to a great extent at the crunching sounds, mostly thought of the present that Lily had given him. More so, the night he had brought the present 'Home'.

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Snape pulled out a small white Christmas ornament from the present Lily had given him. It was carved in the shape of a white angel with a gold trumpet. The instant he had held it up, it started to play a celestial tune. The sound resembled that of a music box but at the same time played a song unlike any other. Snape had never heard it before, in fact he was sure that no one had ever heard it.

"Such a pretty shong…" Eileen said quietly, closing her eyes as if to sleep, "Lily must think highly of you to give a unique present like that away…" With that said, Mrs. Snape had drifted off to sleep. Still entranced by the angelic object, Snape continued to stare and listen to it until the music stopped. The angel bowed his head and lowered it's horn. A bright light surrounded it as the ornament began to morph.

As the light died down, Snape found that he was holding a gold pocket watch with the words 'Merry Christmas, Severus Snape' written on the back of it. It took great effort for Snape to put his first Christmas present into his pocket before brushing his mother's hair back from her face then turning to leave. Tiffany led him out the door and back through the hallway, chattering about the present.

"Such an adorable gift! What a wonderful trinket to receive for Christmas!" She said, pulling Snape into one last hug as they approached the vermillion door. Snape shrugged as she pulled away and smiled again. "Oh yes, about your mother… we think that she might be able to go back home pretty soon," she said, pointing her finger up as if she knew what she was talking about.

Snape merely nodded as he usually did when Tiffany announced this. Much to his dismay, this was what Tiffany had said last time he had come to visit. Without another word, he pushed open the vermillion door and walked through.

Later that night, he approached his father's home in the middle of a muggle community. However, Snape was so lost in thought that he barely even acknowledged the fact that his father would probably jump him in an attempt to scare him away.

However, even when this happened, Snape just pushed past his father and walked to his room in a daze. Why had Lily given the most unattractive boy in school a gift? Why didn't she give it to Potter? Or Sirius? Why didn't she give it to somebody who actually mattered in terms of the many high social 'ranks' in Hogwarts?

Was it because she pitied him? Did Lily give presents like that to everyone to boost her popularity? Did she just want to see him show some sort of surprised expression?

Snape sat on the window sill and stared out as it began to snow. There were hundreds upon hundreds of reasons Lily could've given the present to him. But Snape refused to believe that she'd give it to him as a show of … liking him back…?

The young wizard shook his head a little at this thought. "What am I thinking? Of course she doesn't like me back. Why would she?" He held up his tie. "I'm part of the Slytherin house… I'm not as loud and vulgar as Potter and his friends, and I'm probably the least interesting person anybody would like to know. … So then, why does this feeling tell me otherwise?"

Looking back outside, Snape noticed that the snowflakes had gradually gotten bigger as it began to stick to some old snow. He continued to think about Lily as he leaned his head against the cold glass of his window. Everything in the house was quiet and peaceful. The snow was silently falling from the sky, the window seemed to glow from the snow's faint glow, and Snape's father was probably off getting himself a drink at a pub a few miles away.

Closing his eyes, sleep got the best of him as all seemed to lull him to sleep.

Darkness engulfed him as his dreams consisted of a younger him running through familiar woods. Someone … Something was chasing him. It wasn't his father, it wasn't Potter or his friends. It was a sorcerer that emitted a morbid feeling of hate and sadness. But instead of focusing on this, Snape tried to run as fast as he could through this forest not noticing that the hooded monster was just inches behind him.

A now four year-old Snape cried out for someone to help him as the monster took hold of his shoulders and threw him into a tree. Sliding down, Snape tried to hold in a gasp as the creature turned him around to face it.

A long pause passed by with an incredibly slow pace as Snape felt the beast's eyes examining him before resting it's gaze on his pale face. "Such a traumatized boy you are," It said through an amused hiss. Snape struggled against it's grasp but felt the tip of a cold wand push itself harshly against his throat, causing him to choke a little.

The monster laughed a raspy yet insane laugh as he leaned his hooded head closer to Snape's face. "Tell me now…" It's sour breath now blowing uncomfortably close, "Do you think that you are worth something to all who claim to be 'good' people'? Do you think that there is somebody out there who will give you the love you so craved for a long time?"

Snape kicked the hooded creature back, as he tried to pull out his own wand from his pocket. Much to his grim dismay, it wasn't there. The creature recoiled back to Snape, hissing like a serpent ready to eat it's prey. "Stupid boy! Have you no idea who I am? What I could do to make something out of your pathetic life?!" Pulling his head back as far away from the creature as possible, Snape tried to avoid the wads of spit that flew out of it's mouth.

"G-Get away from me you… you-!"

"Monster?" The creature asked as it threw it's head back in laughter. "Only as much as you, Severus Snape." It hissed on the boy's first and last name as if they were the most sinister words to slip from a devil's mouth. Snape shivered and stopped struggling as he stared wide eyed at the creature. "How… How do you know my name?"

Hissing in sick delight, the creature let it's tongue flip from side to side just as a snake would. "Everyone knows your name, Snape. You are, after all, the one who did this." The creature dropped the boy onto the ground and glided to his side. Rubbing his back to soothe the sharp pain, Snape managed to get a glimpse of three corpses lying on the ground. One of a man with mangy dark brown hair and broken glasses, the other an old man with a long white beard and a crooked nose, and the other …

"No … Not her. Not her." He whispered as the creature rested a hand on the boy's shoulder. "Yes, Snape. Even her." Lily was sprawled across the ground, her usual deep green eyes wide open and small, her mouth opened just a little as blood dripped off her bottom lip, and finally her hair witch was in a mess of curly pale brown tangles. All this was enough to get Snape to fall on all fours.

"No! I didn't do this! I-I would never…" He mumbled as he stared at the ground, dumbfounded and hysterical. The creature seized it's chance to kneel down to the boy's level and take hold of his chin. Tilting it up a little the creature smiled sadistically at Snape's pale features. "Yes, Snape. You will do all this in due time. It will come with consequences… but it will all be worth it in the end." The creature ripped a sleeve from Snape's shirt as he pushed the boy onto his side.

"You want to know why they're dead? Because they claimed to be good people." The monster spat. "But they were only saying that so that they could hurt you. So they could make themselves somewhat more superior to you. Only those who claim to be 'Good' do that. Especially to you."

Snape cradled his hand as a bright green light shone brightly on his forearm. The green image of a snake crawling through the eye sockets of a skull hissed as the boy felt the skin on his arm burn. He shook a little out of fear as once more the monster knelt down next to him, it's cold smile still plastered on it's face.

"Who…What are you…?" He asked as the creature chuckled at him. The monster held out a pale hand from it's black sleeve to pull off it's hood. Snape wanted to scream as the grotesquely pale face looked at him with it's sharp yellow eyes. However, the poor boy couldn't find his voice.

"I am Lord Voldemort."

Opening his eyes slightly, Snape awoke from his sleep. It was night by now and he was guessing that the train was close to reaching Hogwarts. Turning his head to Sam he noticed that the other boy was fast asleep and was snoring almost loudly.

Sighing, Snape continued to peer outside. He wished that this peace (minus Sam's snoring) would last just a little longer. The image of 'Voldemort' made him bite his lip. Was he right? Was Snape really going to kill Lily and those other two? The young wizard pondered this as the train finally arrived at Hogwarts. Few students who bothered to take the train ride back to school left the train in a hurry to get back to their friends.

Sam Calmeyer even awoke as the sounds of some hyperactive girls erupted through the narrow halls of the train. "Aw! I got spit on my chin!" He shouted as he wiped it away. With a grunt he took hold of his heavy luggage and dragged it almost out of the train's door.

Popping his head back through the tight door, Sam laughed a little nervously. "Um… say… Would you mind helping me push my bag out here? Kinda big and all." Snape blinked at Sam's small plea. It was tempting to just not help him, but Sam's bag was blocking the only way out of the train cart.

He pulled out his wand and muttered a small spell to the large bag, causing it to shrink to the size of a small book. A little bewildered, Sam picked up his bag and held it in front of his face. "How the bloody hell'd you do that?" He asked as Snape walked through the door.

"If you want to reverse the spell and get your luggage to it's old size, just say 'Average'." Snape said as he got off the train, Sam just behind him. As the students shoved and pushed each other to get into some carriages pulled by some creature hardly any one could see, Snape managed to look up at the sky. It was a full moon. The frozen lake illuminated in it's misty white light as a wind blew. Everyone, except Snape, shivered.

Suddenly, out of the corner of Snape's eye, something big darted across the station and into the Forbidden Forest. Not long after, a long wolf howl echoed throughout the station and forest. The haunting sound made everyone yelp fearfully, even more as they all huddled together.

Snape clutched his new gold watch from the strange feeling of familiarity to the werewolf's call.

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I would just like to say, thanks for the reviews! They made me very happy!

Snape: … Indeed so happy that you punched the guy sitting next to you.

… Wasn't that you?

Snape: Nope. I sat far away from you.

O.o Wuh Oh… Then who did I hit?

Naruto: Why did you hit mee!!!!??? Dattebyo!!!?

Snape: Quite sad really. You hit him so hard, you made the Narutards cry.

Boo-Hoo. . Anyway, Thanks so much for reading!

Snape: -gets expectant look- Alright, alright. … Ahem. Please review but no flames. Or else, the Naruto dub will beat you senselessly.

Naruto: Believe it! –Shot-

Curse you peoples who made him say that crap! ( -shakes fist-