Chapter one

"Severus Snape!" bellowed Headmaster Albus Dumbledore. "I have ordered everyone to pack their belongings and depart the school. Obviously you haven't as yet opened that letter."

Snape just stared at the headmaster. "I haven't left this school for the summer in over ten years, and I don't intend to now." He spun on his foot and walked down the stone corridors heading to his classroom and office which were in the dungeons. "Good day Headmaster." He called back as he turned the corridor.

Snape scowled as he gazed out of the train's window. He was heading for a place he hadn't inhabited for over ten years. Reasons for his not ever coming back to this place were – one, it was in the muggle world, two, it was the house his muggle father had left him and three, it was in the muggle world!

Snape's scowl emphasized his face even more as the scenery outside grew more and more familiar. His eyes narrowed as they came upon the houses that were built near to the train track. He saw muggles walking around doing God knows only what.

'Two months in the normal world might do you some good, Severus. I have noticed you're even more unbearable to be around than usual. Get out and experience the world around you.'

These were dumbldore's last 'encouraging' words to him as he forced Snape and his few belongings to Disapparate from Hogwart's grounds and to Apparate at the train station instead of Apparating straight to his parent's house. Normal world, indeed. While the part about him being unbearable to be around was true, he did not, under any circumstances, believe that he needed to experience the world around him.

After finally awakening to find out that he had actually not died as he should have, Snape thought to through himself back into teaching but was forced to stay on bed rest until he had made a complete recovery. To speed up his recovery Snape had forced Madam Pomfrey to let him make his own potions and heal himself. After that he had buried himself into teaching Potions and staying inside his quarters in the dungeons.

Most of the people in the Wizardry world now knew the truth about him, that he had been a double agent for Dumbledore and the side of good for a very long time. He had acted as Lord Voldemort's goon to bring information back to Dumbledore so that he and the Order could act against the Dark Lord. Some have accepted the notion but many still had their reservations even if Harry had proof of the entire account. This didn't bother Snape though, he had had everyone hate him and not trust him for so long he wouldn't have sought them to start wanting to do other wise where he was concerned, now. He regretted the entire ordeal of handing his memories over to Potter, especially since he technically owed his life to Potter.

Snape scowled. Potter, always the bloody hero.

The train stopped and more muggles came aboard. He closed his eyes and rubbed two fingers against his temples as he heard the door to his compartment slide open.

"Hello mate, this bench taken?" came a voice that could only belong to a buffoon.

Snape lifted his face from his hand and glared at his unwelcome guest. He needn't say anything. The young muggle looked from his wardrobe to his sinister face and closed the sliding door behind him as he went in search for another compartment.

Snape sighed. He didn't hate muggles as many proud members of the Wizardry world did, he just didn't enjoy the company of anyone. People didn't know how to react when it came to him. Even as a small boy he had been awkward and his only friend…Snape shut his eyes and pushed that thought away. He had never had many friends, and he knew now that he had never needed them. The friends he had made in Hogwarts as a student had influenced him to become a Deatheater. People never seemed to accept him at any stage of his life, which was the only reason he stayed with his Deatheater friends, because they had seemed to have accepted him when no one else had. He had learnt from that, people do nothing but use other people, that's all a friendship is built on, the need of something from the other person. In some cases it's a genuine need but with him, under every circumstance, it wasn't. Even the truest of friends leave you in the end; he didn't need the distractions or the drama.

He glanced back out the window as the train began to move again.

The train station was empty of life, but then he noticed a woman bursting through the station's doors. He watched as she glanced up at the departing screen and as her gaze jumped to his train which was slowly picking up speed.

"Darn, missed it." Snape said to himself.

Just as he said it the girl broke into a run. He raised a brow as he watched her run along side the train. He could make out what she was yelling at the train. "Hey!... Wait!... You asshole!... huff, puff puff...What about me?!"

Snape frowned and wondered at how naive some people were. 'What about me?' she had asked. As if she held great importance. He watched as the train started moving even faster and she became even slower. She was still yelling at the train, but instead of trying to make out what absurdness she was saying, Snape found himself trying to take her in. She looked like she would have been tall, but it could have just been the angle at which he saw her. Her long curly hair was held up in a ponytail, it was a mixture of colors, from a darken gold to the lightest blonde. Her skin from what he could see of it under her shirt and knee-long jeans was a smooth tan. As she became smaller and angrier Snape had the strangest thing cross his mind. He hoped he was being sarcastic.

To bad I shall probably never see her again. She was quite an interesting being.

"For a muggle." He quickly added. Satisfied that he could no longer see her he turned his attention back to a potions book he was writing before all these nonsense of thoughts had disrupted him.