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Note: Thanks for the reviews. Here you have Dumbledore's point of view. Anyways, expect more horrible memories soon! Hope you enjoy!

'You might want to sit a bit more comfortably Severus, this may take a while.'

Dumbledore asked politely, deciding to begin using first names as he noticed the awkward way in which the youngster was seated. He had a distinct impression that this would indeed take longer than intended. Snape leaned back slightly though Albus was somewhat alarmed at the shudder which shook the Slytherin's frail frame. He wondered for a moment if the boy was ill, for he did have a sickly look about him. But as their eyes met once more Dumbledore recognized only the nervousness and perhaps even fear in young man. Doubt surfaced in his mind as Snape rocked in his chair, seemingly in pain. He hesitated, but he could not back out. A spy would be extremely beneficial for the Light and an opportunity like that did not present itself usually.

'Would you like anything before we start?'

He offered kindly, food and drink in his mind more than anything, for the young man seemed in need of it. Snape however simply shook his head with a scowl.

'Legilemens.'

The spell burst from his wand without splendor, though he could feel the wood heating under his fingers. His mind met with a solid black barrier as he attempted to enter Snape's own and he released the spell, astounded. The man was an extraordinary Occlumens! Nearly or as good as himself, and modestly or not he could not deny that there were but few wizards of his level in the complex branch of magic. He caught a glimpse of big black orbs before Snape lowered his eyes once more and apologized. Dumbledore could not help being curious as to what could bring a twenty-year old to have any need to shield his mind so forcefully, but he somehow dreaded the answer.

'Let's try again, shall we?'

He asked and not waiting for an answer pronounced the spell again. A whoosh of power escaped his wand as the same blackness filled his mind, after a few seconds the walls crumbled and he saw a black ripped veil which he parted easily. Blurred images shot through his mind in a frenzied rush. He reduced the spell slightly, softening it until he felt Severus' mind relaxing enough so that the images flashed at a slower pace, enough for him to distinguish some preoccupying things. Picking a few which had most called his attention he began inspecting wholly..

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Severus rushed into the room, a big smile planted on his face as he hurried to his mother. Upon reaching her he tugged the silky robes to gain her attention and dropped a flower on her lap. Dirt fell on the costly cloth and the women around the tea table wrinkled their noses in disgust, exchanging glances with raised eyebrows. Persilia grimaced in embarrassment and anger and slapped the five year old's hands forcing him to release her.

'I thought I had told you not to disturb me when I was entertaining my friends Severus.'

She said coldly, retrieving the flower with the tips of her fingers and casting it into the fire where was rapidly consumed by the flames.

Dumbledore could not help but frown in dissaprovement at the woman's attitude, such lack of love and understanding... he wondered if the result of such treatment was sitting opposite him.

The smile vanished from the boy's countenance and as she grabbed him by the shoulders in a pincer like grip and dragged him out of the room he whimpered in pain. The woman paid no heed and simply continued to advance down the dark corridor, he heard the creaking sound of a door opening and gasped in surprise as he was suddenly thrown unceremoniously in, sharp edges of stairs digging into his sides and making him cry out. Persilia watched calmly from the doorway until her son landed in a heap at the bottom.

'If this is the use you will make of the privilege of going out to the garden then you shall have it no longer.'

Horror crawled down his beard and into his heart, it's sharp claws digging into his chest and bringing an acute pain and a tingling sensation, as though thousands of spiders were descending down his back. Every cry of the small boy nearly brought one to his own lips as Horror and Grief pierced his heart with their frightful fangs.

And with that she closed the door behind her, leaving the dungeon in utter darkness. Going back to her friends she apologized with a forced smile and a roll of her eyes, though her words dripped with disgust.

'I am most sorry, these children are truly annoying. You are so lucky not to be hindered by such insufferable creatures!'

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Snape parted the thick curtains and cast a glance outside, the sun was shining merrily in the garden, it's golden rays glittering on the morning dew. He let the curtain down, eyes dead as he remembered the warm sunshine while he played beneath it's light. It had been more than a year since he had been outside, for his mother had been quite serious when she had removed that privilege after that incident with her friends. Sighing he returned to the table where he sat reading a book by the dim light of a candle.

He stared fascinated at the text, his mind spinning with images so carefully and accurately described by words. The curses were extraordinary, though he could not imagine circumstances in which anyone would wish to collapse someone's internal organs completely; or to make them sprout several rotten and putrid arms; or crush their eyeballs or make them feel a sensation of burning without any flames...

Thin scratches covered his heart as he saw what the child was conscientiously perusing, he could not be more than six or seven and yet he was reading a book which few adults would have chosen, of which few knew of it's existence even.

'What do you think you're doing reading one of my books?'

Snape looked up as he heard his father's rude and coarse voice break through the room. As he turned he saw his father in the doorway, his countenance a mixture of anger and malice. The man stormed in and the young boy could not help backing away from the wave of ire that seemed to radiate from him.

Dumbledore himself was startled as the loud, angry voice broke through the room, disturbing the comfortable and easy air that had predominated. A man quite strikingly similar to the grown Snape, though noticeably older and less elegant entered the room.

'Who gave you permission to take any book?'

His father asked in a rough whisper.

'I-it was in the library I n-never thought I c-'

Sibilius struck his son across the face, his lust for causing pain growing as he felt the blood of the child's split lip on his fingers.

'Don't reply back to me!'

The old man felt his eyes widen and pity envelop him inevitably as he watched the small child's sad eyes widen with confusion as blood trickle unheeded down his chin.

He shouted, spittle flying from his mouth.

'You saw fit to my books, didn't you?'

Severus panted slightly, recovering from the sudden assault. He shook his head, eyes widened with as confusion as his father grabbed the book and began ripping it's pages. He could not help uttering a small cry of dismay at seeing the book thus ruined in such way. He watched the pieces fly to the floor in their silent fall. When the book was sufficiently ill-treated his father grinned at him, such evil alight in his eyes he shuddered.

'So you not only took my book but you broke it also!'

The young boy shook his head vehemently, 'B-but I di-din't...'

He crashed against the floor as his father gripped his arm and flung him down, following by a forceful kick in the abdomen. Snape cried out in pain and was rewarded by another kick.

Dumbledore nearly forgot himself at this and was on the verge of lifting himself from his seat to attack the man before he remembered he was but witnessing a memory.

'You shall repair the book. And from now on you will begin learning all my books by memory instead of simply reading them leisurely.'

His father stated and left the room, conjuring a magical glue and setting it on the table before exiting. Severus stared at the broken pages from the floor, tears coursing silently down his pale cheeks.

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He was not sure how many days he had been there, uniting piece by piece, out of pure memory and logic of word order. His stomach had stopped protesting loudly to mourning in silence in a constant ache. But it was done, he was finally done and no traces of the incident remaining due to the powerful magical glue which sealed without any marks. His father arrived a few minutes later, bringing as he had these last days a glass of water and a few crackers.

'I see you're finally done.'

Sibilus said reaching for the book and beginning to flip through the pages, he stopped without warning. A leaden weight dropped on Snape's chest, making breathing suddenly laborious.

'There is a missing piece. A corner is missing. How am I supposed to read my book if words are missing?'

The man backhanded his child and watched mercilessly as the small boy crumbled to the floor, blood running anew from the old wound in his lip, a dark bruise forming in his face. Powerful large hands grabbed him by the greasy hair and strided towards the door, Severus moaning at the pain. He heard a door bang open and knew were he was heading to. His father pushed him in so forcefully he only just managed to hold to the rail and not fall down the stairs. The door closed behind loudly. Crawling to a corner he sat down against the stone wall, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the lack of light and shivering in the damp cold. He passed his hand through his aching ribs and felt a rough spot, clinging to his robes was the piece of book he had failed to find and had hoped his father would not notice. Sobs escaped him as he sat in the darkness, and weeping was how sleep found him when it came.

Albus' mind was a tumult of agony at seeing the situation the boy had grown in. It was dreadful to be sitting there, looking at the grow man while seeing his memories... a profound sense of impotency at being able to do nothing in him.

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A small child waited impatiently standing by the door, watching as his parents ate their breakfast. He had done it again, so foolish and rude, he reprimanded himself harshly. His stomach grumbled loudly as the smell of toast and sweet tea reached his nose.

'Please mother. I won't do it again.'

He begged in spite of knowing it would be of no avail, but his protesting hunger took over the past knowledge that had forged the boy's twisted logic. The woman lifted her eyes from the plate and raised two finely penciled eyebrows, her clear gray eyes cold as she surveyed her son.

'Severus we must educate you properly. That a nine year old should sit down at the table before his parents is outrageous and I cannot permit it. You ought to know the rules already; you will wait and then you shall have your own.'

A particularly painful stab hit him as he remembered suddenly a certain Slytherin's queer behavior at the Great Hall and laughter from all tables. Oh no...

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Persilia levitated her luggage in front of her easily and walked to the door, a snarl and a frown disfiguring her otherwise handsome appearance. Her hair was uncharacteristically disheveled and her face was red from shouting, hands curled into fists and trembling.

Ten-year old Severus ran down the stairs, tears in his eyes as the door opened.

'Mother! Where are you going?'

The woman turned around and crouched for a minute as her son crashed into her and pressed himself to her bosom. She gave him a small pat and a quick hug.

Dumbledore noticed the coldness with which the woman delivered those attentions, her face remarkably indifferent even as the child wept on her chest- it seemed no tears had managed to trespass the fair skin to soften her heart.

'I'm leaving Severus.'

'Where? Why?'

'Somewhere far from here. Mother doesn't love father anymore and I can't stand living with him.' The child sobbed and tears soaked her dress. ' It happens Severus.'

'A-aren't you t-taking me with y-you?'

He asked, face still burrowed against her chest, eyes swollen with tears.

'No. You'll be better here.'

'Nooo...Mom-mmy pl-please.'

He had some trouble understanding why the boy would wish to leave with his mother. For she appeared like a marble statue, cold and hard but who could however send some cutting words to cause pain... and yet, the father was perhaps less subtle, a fire demon who did not only attack with burning remarks but also lashed out with balls of liquid lava.

She squeezed him to herself one more moment and then disentangling herself swiftly stood up and strided from the house without looking back.

Persilia got into a car and smiling slightly waved farewell to the disconsolate child who was running after her. The car began moving at an extraordinary pace yet Snape continued to pursue it, weeping bitterly. Sibilius hurried from the house as the child reached the gates and grabbing him by the wrist dragged him back home.

'M-mommy...'

Dumbledore was indescribably moved as he watched the child sobbing hysterically, so heart wrenching was the scene that he felt tears come to his own eyes.

The man smacked the child who continued sobbing, tears running down his cheeks in an unceasing torrent.

'Shut up you idiot! She's left and she's not coming back.'

'M-m-mommy pleasee...'

Sibilius hit him again and Snape collapsed to the floor, still weeping. His father kicked him. He seemed in some sort of frenzy, his eyes were bulging and his face had colored to an angry red. Tears and spittle ran down his face as he shouted.

'YOU DON'T BEG! I gave that bitch my pride and dignity and she threw it in my face! You don't beg!' he continued madly, punching and kicking alternately, all sanity seeming to have left his eyes.' You don't beg unless your opponent is on top of you, pinning you do the ground and there is no escape. Until you feel your body can no longer take any more blows and every breath might be your last. THAT'S WHEN YOU BEG!'

The old man was shaking with anger and horror had gotten a firm hold of his heart, which was bleeding profusely as the beast flexed it's claws even as they were completely indented in his organ. This was too much. He was tempted to break the connection but he could not, he had to continue. Focusing on the present he saw Severus' eyes were shut tightly, a few tears straying to his cheeks, his lips glistening with blood as he appeared to be intoning something to himself. This was bad...

Severus was still crying, blood running down his face and bruises blossoming as the sensitive tissues of his skin broke. The grown man left the room pulling his hair and still screaming in anger and grief. Snape could hear him breaking things in the next room though he remained lying as his father had left him, tears coursing silently now down his face until his eyes closed and unconsciousness took over.