DISCLAIMER: I do not own any part of Harry Potter! I only own my original plot and the OCs. I repeat, I do not own any part of Harry Potter.
TRIGGER WARNING: CHILD ABUSE, CHARACTER DEATH (later on), SUICIDE (later on). Do not read if you don't like it.
He trudged through the rain with his plastic bag of supplies. His eyes glancing around to check if Peters was following him. A persistent little thought knocked at the back of his head, but young Severus couldn't seem to remember what it was exactly he had to remember.
The rain drenched what little supplies he had in his bag. 'I'm definitely going to get yelled at for wasting his precious money on supplies only to get them wet.' He let out a deep sigh and looked skywards questioning why his life was like this.
As he was distracted, loud footsteps and laughter followed him. Severus spun around just in time to see Peters and his gang behind him. "Looky here, the Snape boy." Grabbing his bag, he taunted, "What is this? A plastic bag. Too broke for an actual backpack?"
Severus sneered and snapped, "That is none of your business. Give it back or I'll make you." He reached his hand out to grab his supplies but they simply yanked it out of his reach, making him face plant into the mud. Laughter roared around him as he furiously crawled out of the mud.
"That's it, you filthy muggles. I'll make you pay!" He snarled and lunged at Peters. Anger showed on Peters face as he responded to the obvious insult and grabbed Severus' graying shirt. Easily lifting his skinny starved body off the ground, he held it close to his face and threatened, "you? Make me pay?" They all laughed again, "you can't do anything. I may not know what a muggly is but I know that I can make your life hell. What are you going to do huh?" Peters threw him back onto the muddy pavement. Severus winced and closed his eyes as he felt the rough gravel scraping at his skin. He desperately wished and willed for his magic to come save him but the first kick came and nothing happened. "Freak." They said in between kicks and punches, "Get lost before we do worse." Peters spat and threw his supplies back at him. With a final kick, they turned and left, leaving Severus bruised, bleeding, and covered in mud.
He groaned got up. The rain washing the mud off him revealed the cuts left behind. Taking his now soggy and muddy books, Severus continued trudging home. As he entered his dark house, he had an unpleasant feeling in his gut. He quietly walked to his room but minutes after he put his books down he heard a loud clang from downstairs. "BOY!" the voice yelled, "WHERE IS MY BEER!" Another crash and cursing sounded out as Severus sneered but rushed to the stairs. "GET YOUR LAZY ASS DOWN HERE! NOW!" He rushed downstairs to his father.
"You called father?" he said, trying his best not to sneer when he said father.
"Yeaaaas. And dun be snarky wif me." Tobias slurred drunkenly. "where dat case a beer I ask ya tuh bring?"
Severus paled. 'Case of beer? Shit. I knew I forgot something.' Desperately thinking, he made something up. "You must have missed it. I brought it back." The second those words left his mouth, he regretted it as he saw his father's face morph into anger.
"Ya think I'm dumb or summat? I can count tah six an' there is nufing in da house." He swung a meaty fist at Severus' head, knocking him to the floor. "Ya dinna buy it ya wasta space." Even in a fit of drunken rage, Tobias was still miles stronger than Severus. Dragging him up to his room, he threw Severus on the floor. Severus panicked at the sound of the belt fumbling and spaced out. He blankly lay there as his father chipped away at his confidence and self before passing out.
As he woke up, the rough movements ripped at his healing body. He let out a dry raspy scream as he inspected his beaten body. 'He never went this far before. That bastard. I hate him. I hate him.'
That was his first, first of many to come.