Snape's POV
I see it in his eyes, such defeat. Those emerald gems once so bright have been reduced to dull grey, lacking the life and defiance they once showed. Lucius believed me incapable of breaking the boy. Inane of him to say such a thing really, He stands there now and watch's Potter as he crawls to me, head lowered and body trembling.
That foolish hope that once glowed in the boys every fibre has been snuffed like a flame…he leans into my touch now.
Still I find amusement that they placed so much faith in a ailing old man to trust me…did many of my actions not prove I was anything but. Still I feel that sinking in my stomach that I have chosen to ignore to the best of my abilities. I hold no love for Potter as I held none for his pathetic Father…but still, I had hoped things would turn out differently.
I am Slytherin…self preservation means more to me than wretched Happiness.
Now I will have to think of some punishment for Lucius…for doubting me.