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I lead the man down through the halls of Hogwarts, heading to the Great Hall. This wasn't the Snape I knew, he was startled at the ghosts and absolutely amazed at the moving portraits. When we passed a particular picture on the moving stairs he stopped.

"Severus?" He was looking at a picture of a family with a small dark-haired boy. They were playing tag on brooms in a grassy field. They were smiling and giggling, nothing special.

"A family, they look so happy…" I got curious, why wouldn't a family be happy?

"Sev, what are your parents like, do you remember?" He turned and looked at me, I could see in his eyes that he does remember. He remembers very well.

I decided the great hall would be a bad decision and dragged him into one of the lesser used classrooms.

"Dobby?" The little elf popped in with a sharp bang, startling Severus.

"Dobby, could you fetch us a little breakfast? We don't want to go to the great hall this morning." The little elf nodded his big head in excitement, and then noticed Severus behind me.

"Master Snape, Is you wanting anything particular, anything at all?" Dobby began to cower behind me, fear evident on his face. Severus seemed distressed at his effect on Dobby so I took the lead.

"No Dobby, just some breakfast if you don't mind." The elf nodded.

"Thanks so much Dobby." The elf popped away again, in a hurry to leave.

"Severus, why don't you sit down?" He sat but he seemed tense, as if resisting tears.

"Sev, could you tell me about your parents? It might help."

"My mother was very beautiful; she liked helping me with my learning." I nodded, encouraging him to go on, but when he didn't I spoke.

"And your father?" He paled, a single tear falling down his cheek.

"I was seven at the time, he decided that having my mother help me made me weak, so he blamed her. I heard her screaming for him to stop hitting her then it was quiet. The next day she seemed in a daze, and her face was all bruised. A week later it happened again. She sobbed and pleaded for him to stop, I knew that he said something in response but I don't remember. She screamed and then stopped half way through. I heard a thump and I ran down the stairs, maybe she'd fallen over and needed me to help her up.
She couldn't get up, she wouldn't wake for me. I started crying; somewhere inside I knew she was dead. My father decided I should cook from then on, beating me if it didn't taste just right. I began to realize exactly who had killed my mother, I was angry. I looked through my favorite potions book and found a reference to a particular nasty mixture. I leafed through the book that it was suppose to be in and found it. Kar ma Nutro, a potion that makes a murderer relive every murder from the victims' point of view, finally dying when the last victim died. I went about making it and failed on my first nine tries. Then one day my father pushed me too hard against the railing and I heard my ribs shatter, could still feel the bleeding from my nose that had been broken so many times it wasn't funny.
He let me crawl into my room for the few hours I had before I had to make dinner. I tried my potion again, and again and finally got it right. I almost passed out trying to carry a small glass of it downstairs. I poured it into his casserole before placing it in the oven. I watched him scoff it down at dinner, noticing that he seemed to love it, love the fact I was wasting away on nothing but a few carrots and a glass of water to keep me going. I went to bed early, and was almost asleep when the screaming started. I was happy, I would finally get away from my mothers murderer. I fell asleep; when I woke there was no noise. I tiptoed down stairs and saw him, battered and bleeding and dead on the lounge floor. After that I was alone, for years. Then I got a letter, it made me really happy, but I don't remember much about it or much after that actually."

I inched closer to him and grabbed his hand, he grasped it back. Then Dobby popped back into the room, carrying a tray full of assorted breakfasts.

"Thank you Dobby" Severus' voice was all croaky but heartfelt all the same.

Dobby just squeaked in shock and disappeared. I held Sevs' hand while we ate, and told him of the wonders the wizarding world held. He seemed to perk up a bit after he realized there were waffles on the tray.

"Waffles? I love those; I haven't had them since I was six." He frowned again.

"Here you can have mine; I'm not really fussed about waffles." What a lie, I love waffles! But it worked, he was smiling again. Wolfing down copious amounts of syrup coated waffles but smiling all the same.

Gods, I hate TEE, Jez
WAFFLES!!! Ain't Sevvy cute? But he'll be himself later, now he's Sevvy!