A/N: A shout out of thanks to all who commented! I already replied to those who posted under their accounts, but to anonymous users 1 and 2: I am happy to see Benjamin's thoughts towards Snape changing as well. I know Ben might come off as a bit mean (he kinda is) but when he sees that someone has been wronged, he will try to fix their problem, even if it is "a waste of his time". Someone pointed out in the comments that wizards are still technically humans, so I went back and changed some of my wording in the previous chapters. Out of appreciation for the comments, I tried making this chapter longer. I also want to thank those who followed and favorited! I was shocked to see two users in particular following my story. I felt very honored since they have well known stories on here. One last thing: I apologize for the late update. I have been very busy and have faced internal conflict about my interest in the Harry Potter series. As a Christian raised in two clashing environments about whether or not Harry Potter is not of God, I became stuck as to whether or not I should finish this story. I am deciding to continue it. With that said, I am going to aim for updating every other weekend.

Also the content in this chapter and onward ARE NOT PERSONAL ATTACKS! I respect all beliefs! I don't think all Christians would react like this, nor do I think witches are Satan worshipers or that all satanists and witches are evil people. Remember reviews are appreciated because they tell me how to make the story better and motivate me to write. Thank you.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything affiliated with the HP series.

Edited: 11/28/2017

Snape is a Halfblood - Chapter 3

Dark eyes roamed the cell phone as Benjamin scrolled through his emails. He silently cursed as he refreshed the gmail app for the seventh time that day.

There are no more emails to be read.

"Where the bloody hell is she?" he hissed. It had been a week since he sent her his last text: You win. I'm now interested in the background history of Snape (no matter how reluctant and mad at myself I am to do so).

Yet still no reply. After all of that arguing she did, you'd think she'd answer back sooner. He placed his fist underneath his chin, a concentrated look on his features. He hadn't seen her at work in a while. Her boyfriend seemed dubious of her whereabouts as well. Hn...something wasn't adding up. Maybe he should try a location spel-

"Mr. Nobles?"

He glanced up from his phone to meet the blushing face of a blonde. She had just returned from outside. Her thin blouse, which had been drenched with rain, clung to her chest and her wet hair stuck to the sides of her neck. She was slightly shivering as she carefully slid a package to him across the table. He moved past his steaming cup of hot tea to grab it.

"Thank you." he murmured.

He immediately went to opening the package. However, the blonde had yet to move from her position beside the table. She was staring at him, to his chagrin. To tell him it was uncomfortable would be an understatement. He never tolerated too much attention. Not ever. It always made him feel open, vulnerable, and much too self-aware. The only people he ever tolerated it from was his father and...

He cleared his throat awkwardly. "Must be nasty weather out there." he commented. He hoped to God that she was a legilimens and could easily detect his displeasure at her unwanted attention on him.

She nodded her head, now refusing to make eye contact with him. She was fiddling with the ends of her shirt. She was obviously discomforted by his presence too, so why didn't she leave? His fingers halted their movements against the plastic bubble wrap. She was now staring at his lips. Okay, now he was going to call her out on it. "Do you need something, Ms. Woods? If so, I suggest you open your mouth and make direct eye contact with me."

She sputtered at his sudden harsh tone. "Wha?" She shook her head as if she were coming out of a long daze.

His frown deepened. "Your comprehension skills are now lacking? How unfortunate. Let me put it in layman's terms: are you going to continue standing there, goggling me, or are you going to spit out what you have to say so you can leave?"

The girl's face turned a dark shade of red, her mouth slightly agape. "I...well...I..."

"Nothing? Well then, you are dismissed. Thank you."

Her expression changed from being startled to annoyance. She looked as if she were about to say something rude but instead she kept her mouth shut and walked off. He sighed. Why couldn't he ever have some alone time to himself without a girl always trying to get his attention? At least that was one thing Snape never had to worry about.

Right. Snape.

Returning back to his original musings, Benjamin finished opening up the package. His eyebrows rose at the file now in his hands.

Bingo.

It was the Snapes' muggle records. How the people upstairs managed to get it from the muggle authorities, he had no idea, but he wasn't complaining. He hastily went to flip through its contents.

A Child Care Services report was the first thing to pop out at him. Apparently a kid once noticed at a playground that Snape had some peculiar markings labeling his arms and hands. The kid went home and told his dad, who happened to be a police officer. The kid informed his father that he always thought it was weird to see a small child of Severus's age always being by himself without an adult. He expounded upon this by telling his father of his suspicion of the Snapes abusing and neglecting Severus. He said there were many times where he saw the younger child crying by himself behind the playground slide, crouching low as if he were hiding from something. And there were other times when he caught the boy stealing snacks from other kids when they weren't looking or digging through the playground's trashcans for abandoned food.

Benjamin had to stop himself from stifling at this. Professor Snape? The Professor Snape? Digging through trash for food? Benjamin didn't believe the old headmaster could ever do such a thing. His pride mattered too much to him.

The Ravenclaw shook his head. This was madness. He continued reading.

The police officer decided to accompany his son one day to see if his son's allegations were true. Upon seeing Severus, he instantly associated his marks with cigarette burns, and was instantly alerted of the boy's condition.

The officer continued to keep tabs on Snape for the next few days and was disgusted to see new wounds gradually appear over the child's body. He finally followed the-then four year old boy home to find out his address. After checking with his superiors, the next day the officer visited the Snapes while on duty, demanding to speak with one of Snape's parents.

Eileen Snape, Severus's mother, had answered the door. The officer's written account said "she smelled of something odd, like a mix of old strong medicine and mildew". He confronted her about her son's burns and possible further mistreatment, but she denied the accusations. She even invited him in to take a look at Severus himself.

The officer took up her offer with unease. He described the house to look bare on the outside, but even more barer on the inside. No paintings, family pictures, or mirrors hung on the walls. Hardly any furniture was seen in the living room with the exception of a puke stained chair that sat in front of the family's only owned television. And the house didn't feel friendly at all. Rather the opposite. It felt hostile. Not a place for a child to be growing up in.

Besides these observations, the house was fairly clean. A little too clean, in the officer's opinion. He also noted that groceries filled with food (Benjamin doubted any of it was real) sat atop a just cleaned cabinet in the kitchen. So the Snapes apparently did have enough money to feed their child.

But the policeman still felt that something was off. Despite how tidy the place appeared, he could still smell something putrid in the air. It was the scent of stale beer, sex, and...excrement. The smell hovered all around him, yet there was nothing there to reveal the smell's source.

Benjamin scoffed at this. Mrs. Snape had to have used the disillusionment charm, or at least a variation of it. The spell probably hid beer bottles, dirty laundry, or worse, Snape's filthy diapers. What a terrible attack that must have been on the officer's nose. He felt bad for him.

The account went on to say that since the officer didn't have a warrant, there were certain places within the house that Mrs. Snape refused to let him enter. This included the back bedrooms. So instead of going to meet the boy himself, Eileen called for Severus to come out. When he did, the policeman was astonished to find that all the burns and bruises he had previously seen on the boy were gone, as if they had never existed. The man had blinked, unsure that he was seeing right.

He asked if he could take a closer look at Severus. Once Eileen gave him permission, he examined the boy's arms gently, lightly rubbing his skin. He was trying to see if perhaps make-up covered the abused tissue, but this was not the case.

The officer was needless to say, completely stumped. He tried to get the boy to open up about anything his mother or father may have done to him, but the child would only shrug his shoulders, and refuse to answer. It was as if the kid was emotionless. He didn't seem to feel anything.

The officer ended up leaving the house shortly thereafter, but was still unsatisfied. He called Child Care Services, reported what he saw, and then begged them to keep an eye out for the kid. They did, but they didn't get much better results.

Anyone could tell something was up with the Snapes. Their neighbors said they often heard vicious yelling and loud noises emit from the home as early as two in the morning. This, of course, was hardly a surprise since it was common knowledge that Mr. Snape was a drunk. His poor time with his job mingled in with his temper and depression never gave way to good results. People were fairly certain he was beating his wife and possibly Severus behind closed doors. If not physical abuse, then at least emotionally and mentally.

Benjamin bit down on his lip. He felt uncomfortable learning this information. If anyone suspected Mr. Snape to be so abusive, then why didn't they try to do something about it? It was ridiculous.

He left the report to scan over a few missed bills and evacuation notices. He quirked up an eyebrow. There was one bill in particular asking for money in regards to the Snapes' sewage system. Maybe that was where the poo stench came from, and not from soiled underwear or pampers. But from the looks of this document, the plumbing never got finished. It was just checked on. He guessed Snape had to go without using the bathroom for a while. Unless he had used it on the floor. Ugh. Not a pretty thought. Benjamin hoped to God he was wrong.

He kept shifting through the papers until he eventually reached a captivating front page: Severus Snape's Good & Bad Boy Days

Now this was unexpected. It appeared to be a journal of some sorts. It was evident by the use of crayon and scribbled hand writing that a child had wrote the large words on the front cover. The hand-made journal was held together by white string, which strung together pieces of colored paper that held writings on them. A kid's arts and craft assignment most likely. Based off the first page, Severus started this only a few months after his encounter with the policeman. Benjamin became shocked as he ventured through the diary entries. How did the boy not have at least one misspelled word in the entire book? He had only been four for crying out loud! Stunned, Benjamin kept turning past pictures and written reflections until he landed on a section titled "Teacher's Notes in Regards to Student's Behavior".

A lot of the dates that Snape had scribbled in for his teacher to remark under held no writings. It appeared that five months had passed before the teacher finally decided to put her first and last comment in his book.

To the parents of Severus Snape,

Severus had been a rather quiet but intelligent boy until last month when Tommy died. I had no behavioral issues with him whatsoever prior.

'Who is Tommy?' Benjamin wondered.

I think Severus felt Tommy could relate to him since they both were bullied. As you are well aware, the school has tried to accommodate you both in getting better clothes for Severus, but the children still continued to pester him over his under dress (perhaps we can talk more about this when you reach my contact information at the bottom of this entry). Tommy was picked on because he had bright red hair and freckles, a stark contrast to everybody else. The two had been inseparable all throughout this past year due to their afflictions and helped each other out whenever they had problems.

With Tommy's death though, Severus's personality has hardened. He keeps saying he hates all of us 'muggles' for killing his friend, that we are so stupid to kill one of our own 'kind', and proclaims we are mean just like his father (may I inquire why he states this, Mr. Snape?). He's still remarkably smart but he now has such a nasty temper!

He's becoming so defensive over the littlest of things. What's worse? He keeps attacking the other students and then claims that he doesn't mean to. He also forces the other children to lie and say there was no way he could have done it either, trying to convince me he is always too far from the incident for it to be him.

I don't know what tricks you have taught this boy Mr. and Mrs. Snape but it needs to stop NOW. His antics are becoming dangerous! Textbooks are flying at people's heads from miraculous angles, a kid broke their foot when they 'fell' from a slide, and just yesterday a pair of scissors narrowly missed stabbing a girl's hand. This is outrageous behavior! The only reason I have yet to report it to the authorities is because I do. Not. Have. The. Evidence. But when I do, you can be bloody well assured that these incidents will be more thoroughly looked into, unless it stops. I know it's of his doing. I may can't put my foot on it yet, but I just know. He has so much hatred in his eyes and such motivation when things go terribly wrong. I can't help but to expect that it's him. Please respond back to me as soon as possible. Thank you.

So Snape didn't have a tight reign on his magic as a kid. Alright.

But something about that Tommy boy...

Benjamin quickly retrieved out his phone and began to scroll through his emails for one of the newspaper clippings Claire sent him. He stared at the screen as his eyes landed on the obituary picture of the Potters. So he had remembered correctly. Lily Potter also had red hair. He sat back at this, thinking. He wondered if this was the initial reason why Snape held an interest in Lily despite her being muggle born.

With this tucked back into the recesses of his mind for later speculation, he proceeded to the records listed after the child-made notebook.

There was a notification addressed to Tobias and Eileen finalizing their decision to remove Severus from the pre-school he attended. They were to have their money refunded back inside their accounts almost immediately. Along with it was a letter from the dean stating his sadness for the Snapes belief in the school being bereft of hospitality towards need-based students. Nonetheless, he hoped the Snapes would perhaps one day reconsider their decision. They never did. Not that Benjamin could blame them.

The next document to appear after the dean's pitiful attempt to keep the Snape's at the school, was one concerning Eileen Snape. It was about her autopsy. Death by an overdose. However, it was unclear whether the death was suicidal or accidental. Benjamin shifted in his seat awkwardly at the news. She had died on the day he was born.

He then assumed he would see the detailed recording of Mr. Snape's autopsy, but his prediction was wrong. His eyes narrowed at this. Funny. Most witches tended to live longer than their husbands, especially if the spouse was a muggle. Was Mr. Snape dead? For some reason he could not fathom, he was secretly wishing that yes, Mr. Snape was currently six feet down under, being torn apart by maggots and worms.

What a delightful imagination he had.

He finally turned to the last thing inside of the file; a lone brown key. Attached to it was a scratch of piece of paper that read "Property of Tobias Meyer Snape". Benjamin glanced back at the receiving address written on the notification from the school. It was directed to 147 Spinner's End, Cokeworth, England. Benjamin stood up from his desk.

"Where are you going?" asked a fellow coworker.

"Heading somewhere new for a change."

His first impression of Spinner's End was that it was dull, abandoned, and crowded. There were many deserted houses on the street, many of which looked like they were broken into and had become shelters for homeless people. With their similar mud stained color and old bricks looking like they could give way at any second, the houses appeared non-suitable for the living and young at heart. And they were just too - way too - close together for his claustrophobic mind to be put at ease. He had no idea how Snape grew up there.

Even the sky seemed to share Benjamin's opinion of the place. It was so dreary and cold. No sunlight whatsoever.

It wasn't difficult locating building 147; it the was one of the last houses on the block. Benjamin went up to its door and knocked, waiting for an answer. Nothing. He knocked again. Had nobody moved in since those many years ago? Apparently not, since silence still continued to be his only answer. "Pity. Looks like nobody wanted your house Professor Snape." he said out loud to the wind. "Mind if I take a glance? I promise I won't steal anything so don't you come haunting me!"

He then took the key and turned it inside the door knob. He quickly stepped inside of the house, not feeling all that comfortable remaining on the street (despite its deserted appearance, he swore he felt someone staring at him and not in a good way), and shut the door behind him. Once he locked it, he faced around only to greet the chest of an extremely tall man.

"Holy shi-"

He jumped backwards, slamming roughly against the door behind him. He winced. Saying he was startled was an understatement. The man before him was huge. He had to at least be 1.9 meters (A/N: around 6'3) tall. Fat and muscle were hidden under a big hood as the man glared down at him. He looked to be in his 60s. He also had a scruffy beard, and smelt kinda funny. But what stood out to Benjamin the most wasn't the man's massive or unattractive appearance. It was his long, hooked nose.

A hooked nose that Benjamin would recognize anywhere. This was Snape's father. He groaned internally. Well didn't he just have the best luck?

Mr. Snape remained eerily silent as he scrutinized the wizard before him. He seemed very distrustful of Benjamin's presence. He must have gathered that he was probably a past student from Hogwarts. His eyes trailed up and down Benjamin carefully, as if they were scoping out for something evil, before they landed on the key in Ben's hands. The muggle's eyebrows rose. "What you've got that for, son?" he grunted. He suddenly lunged for the key. Benjamin instinctively stepped back from the man, wary of his abrupt movement. He didn't want to collide with that pack of muscle. But he didn't necessarily want any trouble either. He wanted to find out some things about Snape, but not that much.

Despite his initial appearance of opposition, Benjamin quickly gave the man the key, not quite touching his hands as he did so. There was no telling where they had been. Tobias noticed the wizard's hesitance of touch, but shrugged it off. It wasn't like he was seeking the approval of his kind anyway.

However, he was surprised the wizard didn't try anything on him. This caused some of the tension in his shoulders to lessen. But not much. He knew the man could try a wandless or non-verbal spell on him at anytime. The creep.

"Why are you here?" he suddenly demanded.

Benjamin started at this. "Shouldn't I be asking you the same?" he retorted.

Tobias raised an eyebrow. "Why? It's my house."

The wizard appeared for a split second, truly stunned at this, but quickly masked the expression with a look of doubt and aloofness. "Really? I thought it belonged to a man named Severus Snape."

Tobias fought back a flinch at the mention of his son. He glanced away.

"Never officially. Me and the old maid just up and left. But we never relinquished our ownership over the property. We had finally paid off the house after so many years. Why abandon it after all that hard work? I figured the lad was going to get himself killed one of these days, and I knew nobody would want to buy such a dump afterwards. So I waited until his funeral to come back here." His expression continuously grew dark as he talked. Dark thoughts and images began to flood his mind, reminders of past regrets. Benjamin noticed this mood shift in the conversation, and stared at him curiously. The wizard knew he couldn't have been experiencing fond memories either because his countenance was turning sour.

Benjamin cleared his throat, trying to interrupt the man's inner musings. Tobias was actually thankful for this. "Why leave your son in the first place then, if you never planned to truly abandon the house?" he asked. Tobias stiffened. His real question behind that was loud and clear. Why abandon your son? Tobias didn't answer.

Benjamin titled his head. He had recalled in his research that Snape's parents disappeared the night Snape returned from his seventh year at Hogwarts. Since he was legally an adult by then according to wizard standards, no one went to see if he was okay with living by himself. He managed to make it along (if you consider hanging out with Death Eaters 'making it along'), but still, what kind of parent just ups and leaves their child without a trace of where they've gone? Not that Snape probably cared...

Tobias then did something completely unexpected. And honestly, a little alarming. He laughed. He laughed and laughed and laughed until he was barely breathing. But there was something about the laughter that wasn't all there. It leaned more on the side of desperation, then it did of something amusing. Benjamin stared at the muggle as if he were crazy. Scratch that. He was crazy. The man probably did have a screw loose or two up there in the noggin.

"You sure do ask a lot of questions, don'tcha kid?" Mr. Snape finally said, once he had successfully recollected himself. "Tell you what. Let me brew myself some tea. Then I'll consider some of your queries." Benjamin was shocked the man even knew what a query was. He hesitantly nodded, going to follow the man. The hair's on the back of his neck were standing on end.

As they went towards the kitchen, Benjamin took this time to observe his surroundings. Unlike what the officer said, the rooms were not bare. In fact, they were filled with books galore. He recognized some titles. Moby Dick. The Great Gatsby. Lord of the Flies. They were all very well-known muggle books. But surprisingly, he didn't see any spell books. How odd. Surely Snape would have owned something concerning Potions or the Dark Arts. Yet there were none. Benjamin glanced at the other man suspiciously. Did he get rid off all the books once he returned? He didn't doubt it.

They then went past a threadbare sofa and an armchair. Benjamin scanned the chair greedily as they walked past it but saw that it held no puke stains. He mildly wondered if it was the same one from the report. The odds implied that it wasn't since a television was absent from the room as well. "Hm." he muttered.

"What?" said Tobias off handedly. "Don't like the place?"

"It's nothing." answered Benjamin. Tobias seemed like he wanted to say something, but decided not to press for more.

Upon entering the kitchen, Benjamin couldn't help but notice that Mr. Snape kept the house decently clean. Dishes were washed. No trash littered the floors. The rooms didn't smell like alcohol or poop, that was for sure. Certainly a bonus from what he anticipated. The tea was fixed in no time and with that the two men sat on the couch out in the den.

Mr. Snape was silent for a moment, sipping his tea. He was staring intensely at a single picture on the wall across from him. Probably the only photo in the whole entire house, Benjamin reckoned. It was a photo of a young Professor Snape who was...actually smiling. No, not his normal sarcastic sneer. It was a genuine, childish grin. He looked fairly happy. Benjamin saw that two big arms were wrapped around his waist, and although he couldn't see the owner's face, he knew the arms belonged to the man sitting to the left of him.

"Eileen took that when Severus was two." the middle aged man said with great warmth and loss. He stared at the photo longingly, and for an instant, just for a mere moment...Benjamin swore he saw tears glistening in Mr. Snape's eyes. He did a double take. This was unreal. Was this not the same drunkard, abusive father he studied about in the reports? It certainly didn't look like it. The man appeared as if he were still grieving over the loss of his son. Everything about him - his tone of voice, body language - it all showed he was stuck deep inside remorse and regret.

"The lad could barely even walk." he continued. And then he went quiet again. They sat like that for several more minutes before the hold on his cup suddenly tightened. "That was back when everything was good." He took one last sip of his drink before finally laying it on the floor beside his foot. He turned his attention completely to Benjamin. "I know you came to ask me about Snape's childhood."

The alarmed expression on Benjamin's face was enough to confirm the man's assumption. He nodded. "I figured so. You're not the first to visit me since his death. Someone else came trying to get an interview from me a few months back. Claimed there was talk of me being a terrible father." He paused. "What utter bull."

Tobias jumped then at the violent way Benjamin abruptly started choking. "You okay there?" he asked, concerned. "And your the one not drinking anything." he joked, trying to make light of the situation as he began to pat Benjamin on his back. The younger man jerked away from his touch. He got up and went to stand on the other side of the room, the farthest place possible from Mr. Snape's seat.

"D-don't touch me!" he gasped. He struggled to regain his breath. "What do you mean 'utter bull'? There was too much evidence that Sn- Severus was neglected and abused growing up. Don't you dare lie and say you weren't apart of it!" The fact that the man even implied such a thing greatly disgusted and infuriated Benjamin. Maybe he didn't particular like Snape but any man who would beat a child and watch him starve, and then claim he wasn't guilty of anything was a piece of shit in his book. A young Snape didn't deserve abuse. No child did.

Tobias's eyes narrowed at the sudden hostility emitting from the wizard. Tobias knew the other male was wary of him since the very beginning (he wasn't particularly happy to see him either), but his frayed nerves seemed to lessen as they talked. He sighed. And here he thought the wizard might have been different. More understanding than the others. He stared at Benjamin coldly, his tension from earlier coming back. He too chose to stand up. Benjamin didn't like their closer proximity. He felt for the wand in his coat pocket, ready to strike if the man were to come at him. But he didn't.

"I only did what I needed to do as a parent and a child of God. It was the best thing for Severus." Tobias clarified.

Benjamin's eyes grew wide. "Excuse me?" he asked, bewildered. Wait a minute. So Snape's dad really was that type of parent? He had only been joking with Claire. But it was really true?

Tobias exhaled. He stepped backwards and ran a hand through his hair exasperatedly, removing his hood for the first time since Benjamin's arrival. His hair was the same length as Severus's, but it was gray-blonde instead of black. "I should have never married that God forsaken woman." he bit. He slammed his foot against the empty cup beside his boot. It flew past Benjamin and into the window behind him. It didn't break the glass but the poor cup did shatter into a million pieces. Benjamin was beginning to see where Snape got his temper from.

"I am not a monster!" he yelled. It sounded like he was trying to convince himself more of that than anyone else. He started pacing back and forth across the creaky floor boards. "I didn't know what she was! We wouldn't have- I wouldn't have - she just didn't tell me! It wasn't until Severus started performing witchcraft when he was a baby that I knew something was wrong. So very, very wrong." He suddenly cradled his head in his hands and sat back down on the couch. "Gah. I could go for a nice swig right now."

Benjamin scoffed. "I thought Christians weren't allowed to drink beer."

Something about this seemed to hit home with Tobias. He bristled, snapping his head up at Ben. Anger, pain, and self loathe radiated from his eyes. "You have no right to judge Satan worshiper!" he hissed.

Benjamin rolled his eyes. He didn't even believe in Satan.

"Getting back to the topic at hand, how does burning your son with the ends of cigarettes make you a 'child of God'? How di-"

"You don't get it." Tobias interrupted. He shook his head. "You're just like Eileen. Severus had to get stronger. He needed to resist sin's temptation and stop being what he wasn't born to be. But the cigarettes-" he turned paler " - I was already drunk that day, and when I get drunk I tend to get..." He didn't have the nerve to finish his statement.

"Evil? Yeah, I'd have to agree with you there." shot Benjamin. If the bastard thought he was going to get any sympathy from him, he had another thing coming. Tobias didn't reply. He instead stared off ahead into nothingness. His left hand was quickly bobbing up and down against his trousers. He was thinking of memories again. The light in the kitchen suddenly flickered. Benjamin caught this in his peripheral vision but ignored it. He was too angry to consider its implications.

"Do you not realize what happens to a witch or wizard when they try to suppress their birth right?" Benjamin began. "They become a-"

"That's a lie." Tobias said, once again cutting off the now even more angry wizard. Benjamin rolled back his shoulders, trying to keep his patience. It wasn't very helpful. He gazed at the middle aged man with irritation. The muggle obviously had no idea what he was talking about.

"It's a lie? How? Please explain this to me since we both know you will just keep interrupting me until you prove your point." Benjamin tossed his hands into the air. reluctantly surrendering to something he felt was mute.

Mr. Snape pinched the bridge of his nose, not appreciating the wizard's sarcasm. "Because I have done it." he firmly stated. You could have heard a pen drop. Benjamin's eyes widened as his mind slowly began to take in his words. He had done what now? He froze, the wheels in his mind churning, trying to assess this newfound piece of information. He had no idea what expression he wore, but it must have been humorous for Tobias started another one of his creepy chuckles.

Because I have done it.

The words continued to repeat themselves in Benjamin's head. Did what? Suppress back his magic? No way. The man had to be lying. Everyone knew that a wizard withholding their magic would slowly begin to deteriorate themselves and those around them by the time they were of speaking age. Seldom did they live earlier than childhood if they never learned how to contain and hone their skills. The only person in history to ever survive longer than 12 years without killing themselves was a teenager from America in the early 20th century. But that was nearly 100 years ago.

No one had caught sight of another obscurus since then. There were no maimed individuals, destroyed cities, or sightings of a black orb darting throughout the earth. Nothing at which would indicate that an obscurus was nearby. Surely at least one of those things would be happening if the old man before him was truly a wizard. There would just be no way otherwise.

"I don't believe you."

Now it was Tobias's turn to be speechless. "What?"

Ben really did hate repeating himself. "You're lying."

The light flickered again. This time it didn't turn back on. Benjamin finally chose to glance between it and Tobias.

"What? You need proof?" Tobias demanded. "You only believe what you see?"

Mr. Snape's face was beginning to turn red. His hands were clenching the cushions on the couch harshly. "Believers can't rely only on what they know. They cannot rely on mere evidence. They must have faith first and foremost."

Benjamin went to say something but paused. Slowly, very slowly, a lamp next to him was beginning to ride from its place on a wooden stand. His eyebrows furrowed. Was he doing that? No, he was sure he had better control over his motions. He hadn't done accidental magic in years. Then what -

The long stacks of books residing by the walls began to slowly lift from the floor too. 'What the?'

Soon the couch and chair joined the floating objects, brushing past Mr. Snape to head towards the ceiling above. Benjamin's mouth fell open. This was not happening. This was NOT happening. Benjamin stared at Tobias with disbelief. Should he go on defense? Try to calm him down? Convince him he was wrong?

Then, out of nowhere, the whole entire room began to shake. Violently.

"Is this enough proof for you, witch lover?!" Tobias yelled. "Or am I still a liar?!"

Benjamin fell to the ground, shoved down by the force of the miniature earthquake. He couldn't believe this was all of Tobias's doing. The walls and flooring were now making terrible groaning noises. He saw nails and bolts being tossed around in the air. "I get it! I get it!" he shouted. But the room didn't stop its shaking. He glanced at Tobias who was having this creepy look on his features. His skin was starting to peel away from his flesh and his eyes were becoming a pitch black. Freaky. He got the feeling that Mr. Snape had never pushed himself this far before. Did he never reveal this side of him to his wife and son whenever he got very angry?

Benjamin unveiled his wand, screaming out the first spell that came to mind (because honestly, he had no idea what to do in this situation - he hadn't fought in the Battle of Hogwarts nor did he know how to handle an obscurus). "Stupefy!" he shouted. The spell hit Mr. Snape right on, and with that, everything around them froze, including Mr. Snape himself. But with the strong power emerging from his body, Benjamin didn't know how long the spell would hold. He gazed at the man with wonder and amazement. He may have been staring at the world's most powerful wizard.

A/N: That took so long to write. I abused my homework for it. Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed it! What is Mr. Tobias Snape's past anyway? Did Eileen or Severus ever know of his powers? Sorry if there are many mistakes. I have stared at this story for like 6+ hours. I am not checking it for corrections or enhancements yet. I will tomorrow (it will probably be better then and re-edited for those who'd like to check back again). I just promised someone I would have this posted by tonight. So I am keeping my promise.