A/N- Okay, this chapter is a whole flashback thing. So you can get a better idea of what Colin's past was like I guess? In other words, it's filler. ;)

Disclaimer: I only own Snape's family! Which everyone can use.. Seriously, aha. JK Rowling owns all other characters.

Colin's POV:

Age 4-

"Daddy!" I run and hug him around his legs, because I'm still really short.

"Hey Colin. Were you good for Mommy today?" He asks, ruffling my hair.

"I was really good!" I smile really wide, so he'll notice the gap where one of my bottom teeth should be.

"Hm? What have we here? A missing tooth already!" He exclaims and I laugh out loud. I'm so excited! Mommy has been telling me stories about the tooth fairy for a while now.

"Yeah, it is!"

"You know what this means, don't you?" He asks.

"Tooth fairy!" He high fives me and I couldn't be happier.

Age six-

"Colin! Daddy's home!" Mom called. I sprint up the hall and then down the stairs. I haven't seen Daddy since Easter and I'd missed him.

"Daddy!" He sees me and gives me a small smile in return. I take this as a sign to trample him.

"Daddy, I missed you! Why do you have to teach all the way in England?" I whine.

"Colin, my services are needed more in England than here. You know Mr. Dumbledore is a close friend of mine." He replies. & everything he says is true. But that's not going to keep me from pouting.

"I know, but you're never here!" I complain.

My teachers don't know my Dad. My friends don't know my Dad. I barely know him.

"You'll understand when you're older." He says in a way that suggests finality.

Age 9-

"Justin, cut it out! Mom! Make him stop!" Justin's pulling my hair. Again. And it's driving me insane. How am I supposed to read if he won't leave me alone?

"Justin, here, come sit with Mommy." Justin scuttles off the couch and moves to cuddle up with Mom.

"Thank you." I say sarcastically. & Mom gives me a look. She says that lately I've been acting like Dad. The first time that she said that, I almost did a classic spit take with the diet cola I was drinking.

I don't want to be like my Dad.

Age 11-

"Colin, I told you the answer is no!" Dad snarls.

"But why? I want to go to Hogwarts in England! With you, Dad!" An expression of pain and surprise crosses his face, but only for a second. Then he's back to being a rock.

"It's not safe there. The Dark Lord was not killed, Colin. He could come back any day and I don't want you there when that happens."

"More like you don't want me there at all.." I mutter.

"What was that?" He says.

"Oh, nothing. I didn't mean to try and crowd you in your year long escape from being a DAD, is all." I reply with as much contempt as an eleven year old kid can manage. His expression softens a bit. But only a bit.

"Colin, you know I love your Mother, Justin and you. I don't like being away from you all year and missing out on your childhood, but-"

"Then don't! Stay here! Please!" Now, I'm just begging.

He sighs and I already know what he's going to say.

"I'm sorry, but no. I can't quit my job. Maybe-"

But I don't want to hear it. I leave his office and trudge back to my room. I pass by Justin's door and look at his face. He looks sad & I know he must've heard me and Dad. I try to ignore the pang of guilt in my hairless, eleven year old chest. When I reach my room, I turn the doorknob & open the door as slowly as possible, hoping that maybe Dad will call my name and say Sorry. But he doesn't. And I let a couple tears slide down my face as I shut the my door with ferocity.

Age 13-

"Mom, please tell Dad to pass the pepper." I say in a monotone. I haven't talked to Dad since our fight back when I was eleven. I have nothing to say to him.

"Colin, this is ridiculous." Dad snaps at me. I ignore him and sigh.

"Justin, could you please tell Dad to pass the pepper?"

"Y-yeah. Sure. Dad, Justin wants you-"

"Yes, Justin, I heard him." MY Dad picks up the pepper and silently hands it over.

My brother looks between us. He's so quiet lately. He knows I don't like Dad, but he doesn't feel the same. He loves Dad- worships the guy. I miss being like that. Sort of. Sooner or later I'm sure he would've found some way to let me down.

Dad stares at me from across the table. When I was little, his penetrating gaze terrified me; It was like he was reading my mind. But now, I'm smart and I just stare on back. I could stay like this for hours and he knows it. He breaks his stare and continues eating and I smirk. I've won this round.

We continue dinner with me asking Justin to tell Dad to pass me things. I'm really not that hungry, but it's fun to get on Dad's nerves. But then Mom snaps.

"That's it! You two," She points dramatically at Dad and Me, "need some counseling! I will not have this anymore. Get along, or get out." And with that, she picks up her plate and walks to the kitchen with her nose in the air. I silently applaud her. Mom is always so quiet, like Justin. It's me and Dad who were the loud ones.

I didn't realize that our fighting had been affecting her so much, and I feel like a brat. A stupid little kid.

"Fine. I give up." I say. I love my Mom and I don't want her to be disappointed in me or anything. So I'll go to the stupid counseling.

"I'll do it too." Dad says.

So the next day my Dad and I headed to see a therapist. I don't know how Dad's went, but mine went kind of like this:

"Hello, Colin. My name is Dr. Byrd. How are you?" He thrusts his hand forward as if to shake my hand. I ignore it.

"Uh, hello Dr. Byrd." He jots something down on a clipboard. What the..? How've I messed up already?

"Yes, yes. Take a seat." This guy is going to annoy me, I can tell.

"So, why are you here, Colin?"

"Don't you know that already?" His smile falters, but then oh! Don't worry, the happy is back! And he makes another note.

"I would like to hear it in your words."

"Alright.. We're here because My Dad is a what most people would call a 'Douche bag'." I grin as he gets all flustered. I don't usually curse in front of adults- Not my teachers or parents or anything like that. But this guy is fresh meat.

"Please, Colin, no need for such language." He splutters. And again, he jots a note down. What the hell?

"Alright."

"So tell me again, why you think you're here." He leans over his desk and rests his head on his hands.

"Okay, well.. I guess it really goes back to when my Dad wouldn't let me go to Hogw- Er.. Travel abroad with him for a couple of years. He leaves to England every year you see? He only comes back for birthdays and holidays.. And., hold up. I came in here with no intent on talking to you! What'd you do to me?" I glare at him.

To my surprise, he smirks.

"Well, it's a therapist trick. We lean in real close, look you in the eye, and that let's you know we're interested and listening. And when people think the person they're talking to is listening, they tend to talk more and more." (1) Damn, this guy was good. He made me think he was a beginner. What a devious thing to do.. Huh, I like that. I guess I'm willing to pour my heart and soul out for this guy.

"So, your Father wasn't around a lot as a child I take it?"

"Ha! That's the biggest understatement of the year. I mean, I love my Dad. Don't tell him that though. But he's never here. And it's hard. Everyone else goes fishing or hunting or something with their DADS. But me? Nope. No Father -Son-Bonding time at all."

"You don't really know your Father very well?" Another note on the clipboard.

"I know what my Mom tells me and what he's told me. Which is a small amount in my opinion."

"Hm. I see. Colin, do you have any fears?" Scratch scratch scratch. That pen is so annoying.

"Um.. A couple I guess." I fidget in my seat a little. I don't like to talk about fears and stuff. The last time I told my friends any of my fears was in a truth or dare game. And they all laughed.

"Enlighten me?"

"Alright.. Well I don't like the dark, or being left alone. I also have this thing with people judging me in places- especially crowded places. Oh! And enclosed places, like closets. I can't be in those for a long period of time.. And, the worst one is ending up like my Dad. That's terrifying"

I grin as if trying to play the last one off as a joke, but It's like a light bulb goes off over his head. He sits up straighter and smiles.

"Alright. Thanks for coming, Colin. I think we've got everything we need to know." And as I leave, I hear his pen scribbling away once more.

And that's how it went. Afterwards, he gave me a list of what my fears meant or whatever. I threw that crap away.

We never really mentioned what went on in that Counselor's office. We actually went back a couple times. All my Mom knows is that now, my Dad and I talk to each other. Sure, we don't talk politely. But hey, it's something right?

Age 15-

"Hey. Dad."

"Hn?"

"Can I get a nose piercing?"

"Hn."

"Alrighty, then I take that as a yes!"

That's how we communicate now. Works for me.

Age 16-

"Hey, nerd! Whatcha writing?"

"Probably a letter to his boyfriend! What a faggot."

"Cut it out! Give that back! STOP!" Justin shouts.

I turn around the corner to see two kids from my DADA class tossing a crumpled up piece of paper to each other, with Justin flaying his arms around, trying to get it back.

"Hey, morons, stop picking on him!" I yell. Well, screech is more like it. But seriously! Those two are huge compared to him seeing as he's only thirteen. What beef would they have with my kid brother?

"Well, look, it's the other one." Tweedle D says.

"Stop picking on him. Or I'll break you in half." I say coldly.

"Oooh, I'm real scared now!" Tweedle Dumb replies. And they continue to toss the paper back and forth. And Justin just stands their miserably..

"He's just a kid! What'd he do to you?" I yell.

"Who cares what he did? He's an annoying little gay nerd." And they start laughing.

"That's it." I mutter. I run as fast as I can at them and tackle at least one to the ground. I hit anything I can get my hands on. I hear a sickening crunch when my fist connects with his nose. The other one gets behind me, but I'm too quick for him. I get up and start hitting him too, but he's stronger than the first. He gets in a couple good hits on my arm and shoulders. I'm not letting him hit my face though- it's too handsome for that. But I feel my forearm burn and I know he must've scratched it deep or something because there's a little blood. But, I somehow manage to get this one in the nose too. And then it's over.. I grab the forgotten paper off the ground and put it in my pocket.

I jog over to Justin.

"Justin! Hey, are you okay?" I ask.

"What's your problem?"

"What?" I'm dumbstruck.

"I was doing fine on my own. I don't need your help." He glares at me.

"But they were picking on you! You're like half their size; What'd you want me to do? Just watch?"

And he starts walking away.

"You little effing brat! I was just trying to help!" I call to him.

He turns around.

"Well, stop trying, will you? God, I'm sick of you trying to protect me all the time! I hate it! I hate you!"

And I just stand there. Even when some teacher shows up and demands to know what was going on, I keep still. Justin hates me.

A/N- So, how did you like the little back story on Colin? I really like this chapter. So please review, favorite, the whole shebang! Thank you! :D

(1) I don't know if that's true or not.. I make crap up for the sake of my stories ;))