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Screaming, that was what Snape was sure of hearing, a blood curling scream, laced with the essence of fear and horror.
But, how could there be screaming when he was alone in his room?
His eyes began to droop close, glancing at a nearby clock, he noticed it was 2:47 A.M., surely he was imagining this awful shrieking.
He tried to get back to sleep, but try as he might, alas he could not.
The scream kept echoing in his head, never leaving.
It was so encompassed in dismay and despair, that Snape let a cold shiver escape and creep down his spine.
At first, he believed he was replaying the awful screams from the muggles as he, along with the rest of the deatheaters, killed their families, murdering each one, listening to the cries of the children, the begging of the parents, and the fear and dread that filled their voice, knowing they were doomed to exile and there was absolutely nothing they could do to protect themselves or their beloved children from the horror of death itself.
Snape tossed and turned, revisiting each family he had killed, each child that had begged for mercy, while he stood in back of the Dark Lord and watched as he mumbled the killing curse, after playing around with his prey for a while.
No, he had never wanted to kill, but what could he do?
He had to serve the Dark Lord, he could not defy his cold and unforgiving master.
He bore the mark, and therefore had no choice, he was condemned to serve for life, if he did otherwise, he would be known as a traitor, and everybody knows what the Dark Lord does to his traitors.
Therefore, Snape kept up with his appearances, no one ever suspecting that good old loyal Severus Snape, was really a spy for the light.
Helping The Order, attaining information from the deatheater meetings, only to relay it to their arch nemesis himself, Dumbledore.
At times, Snape felt like nothing more than a puppet.
As if he had two masters in life, Dumbledore and the Dark Lord, both to who he was indebted, both to who he had pledged his allegiance.
The Dark Lord, was nothing more than a foolish choice he made when he was young, along with many others.
But Dumbledore, Dumbledore was redemption, it was his effort to vindicate himself from all his past sins he had committed, far more then anyone else could possibly imagine doing, in but one life time.
With that, Snape awoke curled up and intertwined in his sheets, sweltering from the cool sweat that was running down his forehead.
He felt as if he was suffocating, maybe he too should have taken some of that dreamless sleep...
Thinking of that he decided to go check on Potter and make sure he was still asleep in bed, not causing mischief or worse... snooping around Snape's personal belongings.
As he entered the living room he saw the boy curled up, under the sheets.
The little brat was softy snoring and his hair was a tousled mess.
However, he looked so peaceful, so small and innocent.
The opposite of the mentally unstable and insubordinate boy he was.
The child also appeared quite cold as every now and then a shiver would crawl down his body.
Snape went and retrieved another heavier blanket and laid it across the boy, he looked at the tranquil child slumbering beneath him and then realized with horror that he was tucking in, none other then the abhorrent and repugnant monster that had made his life hell for the past 5 years, the little bratty golden boy, the chosen one, the boy who lived.
But now, he didn't look like any of those things, just a tiny, young, boy lost in the deranged world they called Earth.
Trying to find a place where he belonged, a place to call home, trying to deal with the stress of life, trying to achieve what he was destined to do. Trying to accept his predicted death, accept he could do nothing to protect the many people that had died for him and the many more who would sacrifice themselves in the future. Attempting to accept that at some point in life, he would have to say goodbye.
Whether he be sane enough to say it or not.
As Snape looked down at the boy he felt remorse, guilt even.
He had been through so much in such a short time period.
But why?
Why did he have to look so much like James, yet be cursed with those brilliant, big bulbs of bright green eyes?
It wasn't fair and it was so hard for Snape to remember that this was Lily's son too, when he looked like the spitting image of the git himself, James Potter.
The boy that had tortured him, mercilessly.
Picked on him, bullied him, until Severus was left with nothing.
No friends, no loved ones, and that was when Snape turned dark.
That's when Snape became a follower.