Hello everyone, and welcome to my brand new fic, A Voice for you!

This fic is coming from a place deep in my heart. It will confront feelings that some people never dare to voice. It will face depression, anger, sadness, love, and friendship with everything between. I also put a piece of what I dealt with in this fic.

Mental health is essential, and not everyone gets the help they need.

If anyone you know or you yourself are dealing with mental health issues, please seek help. It can come from anyone or anywhere.


'Why did I even listen to Black?'

The werewolf's massive form, barely fitting the tunnel, contorted and twisted to squeeze itself in. Severus felt a knot of fear tighten in his stomach. He knew he should run, but would it make a difference? The wolf was already making swift strides as it squeezed down the tunnel, leading to what Snape assumed was the shrieking shack.

No, Snape was frozen. His heart pounded in his chest, fear and adrenaline coursing through his veins. His wand, he had to reach for his wand. What spell would work in this scenario? Why didn't his arm move!? Grab the wand, for Merlin's sake! The wolf snapped its jaws, growls and spittle flying from its mouth as it drew closer.

His arm finally reached for his wand, drawing it from his robes. The snarling and growling werewolf was mere feet away now. There was a single spell Snape knew might save his life at that moment, but it might kill the beast charging him. It was him or the werewolf, and Snape didn't want to die. Not yet.

Raising his arm with his wand pointed, Snape began to say, "Avada-"

"Snape!" A voice yelled from down the entrance of the tunnel.

It was that moment of distraction and hesitation that cost Snape more than he bargained for.


Sensation slowly formed at the bottom of his feet and worked its way up. It never reached his head, stopping just short of his chest. Why, why did it stop? He had to wake up. He couldn't wake up if it didn't go to his head. Why? Why?

Blackness took over again.


Severus...

Snape...

Mr. snape... it's time to wake up, lad.

Sev... can you hear me?

'Huh? Who was there?'

...

'Silence again, hmm.'


Hunger...

I'm hungry. Flesh. Blood. Hunger...

'Wha? Who's there?'

I am you.

'No, you are not. I do not eat raw flesh and blood!'

Not yet. You will when you feel the craving.

'I will never want that!'

...

'Do you hear me! I will never want that!'


Sev, please wake up... I miss you.

She lies. She uses you for her own gain.

'Shut up! That's Lily, she is my friend!'

She won't be for much longer. She will see you for what you are. A monster, a freak! Just like our father did.

'You are not me! He is my father, not yours! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!'

Don't you wish to kill him?

...

Yeesss, I can feel it. You hate him. You wouldn't mind seeing his blood spilt on the floor. Our tongue lapping it up like a newborn fresh from the teat.

'Go away... please.'

Where is the fight? Where is your anger? You are a pathetic creature.

'Maybe I am? It would explain a lot, wouldn't it?'


Sev, I'm back again. Potions was unbearable without you. Professor Slughorn gave me detention today. I hexed Mulciber. He was trash-talking you, Sev. Why, just why are you friends with them? They don't deserve you!

Sensation slowly formed at the bottom of his feet and worked its way up. It never reached his head, stopping just short of his chest. Again.

You are not ready to awaken.

'Who are you to keep me trapped here?! Lily is calling for me to come back!'

I AM YOU!

'You are not me! You never will be!'

We shall see...


Hey, Sev. I'm back again...

I... I am scared you aren't ever gonna wake up.

She should accept you aren't.

...

Silence is your game, hmm?


Sev, I am so sorry.

'Why, what is the matter?'

I... I took your friendship for granted, haven't I?

'What?! Lily, no, that isn't true! If anything, I don't deserve your friendship!'

Madam Pompfrey says you can't stay here. Professor Dumbledore wants to move you to St. Mungo's.

'Why, what is wrong with me?!'

I... I promise I'll try to visit whenever I can! Just hold on, Sev, please!

'Wait, what is wrong with me!? Lily!'

She can't help you.

'SHUT UP AND LET ME GO! Can't you hear her crying!'

Yes. It is like water to me. Sweet, salty, delicious.


'What are you? Honestly, what are you?'

I am-

'You aren't me. I have never once thought like you have.'

That isn't true. Otherwise, I wouldn't be speaking the way I do.

'So what, you are some animalistic part of my mind?'

Hmm. I suppose I would be considered feral, wouldn't I?

'Sure, I guess. But why keep me here? Don't you want to be awake, too?'

Cause you aren't strong enough yet. You can't turn into one of my children as weak as you are.

'Your children?'

You will make a delectable wolf.


Severus Snape. Hmm, you do look so much like your father. What your mother saw in him, I do not know. I am your grandfather, Leonard Perseus Prince. I have been told by your mother you are quite the potioneer.

I know what is happening, Severus. You are scared, but it will be okay, kid. Your mum is like her old self again. But if you never wake, she will slip away for good. So fight, fight harder than you ever have before.

NOOO! HE SPEAKS NOTHING BUT LIES! YOU BELONG TO ME!

Fight it, Severus! I'll see you soon.


Sensation slowly formed at the bottom of his feet and worked its way up. It never reached his head, stopping just short of his chest.

HAHAHAHA! Did you genuinely believe that old man could best me! No one has ever!

Sensation began to circle in his toes. Spreading slowly around his feet. It crawled up his legs. It circled his pelvic region and began to soar up his chest. It smashed into his heart and up his neck, shooting into his brain. It was like lightning struck. His whole body began to shake.

NO! No, No, NO! You will not escape me!

Sweetheart... come home.

'Mum?'


"Severus, honey? Can you hear me?" A hand-held his own, squeezing it like a lifeline.

"He isn't responding, and his vitals are everywhere!" Who was that? "Mrs. Snape, we might have to put him back under!"

"Absolutely not!" His hand was on fire from the force it was held.

"He is crashing! He might die!"

"Severus, honey, listen to me! I need you to give me a sign of life. Can you hear me?!" How to do that? Did Severus even have a body? It felt like he was nothing but a head. Could he open his eyes?

The muscles in his face twitched, and the room went silent. His eyelids began to flutter, but the light hurt his eyes. He hadn't seen light in so long, it felt. Just a little more, just a little more. Peeking one eye open, he was met with his mum.

She looked different. She didn't look half dead like she did last summer. Her face was flushed, her eyes full of life. What happened? The last time he saw Eileen, she was so sallow, weak, and devoid of life. She looked... good. "Honey?" She murmured, reaching up and pressing a hand to his cheek, "Can you hear me? Blink twice if so."

That didn't seem too hard. Slowly, Snape blinked once, then again. Medical staff jumped into action, checking his vitals and other things. Severus didn't care. He could only watch as his mum cried in relief before he fell back asleep.


Severus woke sometime in what appeared to be late evening. Thankfully, the lights were out, so he could take a look around and see where he was. A drab set of white walls and beds lined end to end. The smell of sterilization and the faint chatter of hushed whispers. A nurse swiftly passed by his bed. He was in St Mungos. Fantastic.

A familiar voice came from behind the white curtains, blocking his sight from the rest of the ward.

"The damage was extensive, Mrs. Snape-"

"Prince. It is Prince."

"Oh, sorry, Mrs. Prince. It is unwise to try and rush your son's recovery. The potion Mr. Prince gave Severus forced him to wake before his body was ready. The damage it could have done is unknown. My colleagues and I worry it might have caused irreversible damage."

"My father gave me my son back. He did more than you have in the month he was here."

The voices faded away, leaving Severus more scared than he'd like to admit.


A week passed, and Severus woke for minutes at a time every hour before slowly drifting back into a peaceful sleep. No voices were there to greet him. It was silent and dark like sleep should be. Oh, how he missed it.

Eileen was seated beside his bed when he woke up on a chilly Sunday morning. A smile was across her worn face, and the light Severus saw there when he woke up the first time was still burning bright. "You are tired still."

It wasn't a question, but Severus felt he had to respond. He opened his mouth to speak, but only croaks came out. Fire shot up and down his throat, and he reached up to grab it. He froze when his hand came in contact with a cast. He blinked at his mum, questions in his eyes.

"Severus," Eileen whispered as she leaned forward to the edge of her seat, "I need to tell you what happened, okay? I need you to remain calm."

The werewolf had ripped his throat out. It broke some of his ribs and his left arm and took a chunk of flesh out of his cheek. His body was covered in deep scratches. Severus died. He died at the paws of a werewolf. Madam Pompfrey was able to revive him in the nick of time, but it was a near thing. That wasn't the worst of it. The doctors, including Madam Pompfrey, believe he might never speak again.

Eileen wasn't done with the bad news; why couldn't she be done?

"Sev... I don't know how to say this," he could only watch as a tear slid down her cheek. "You weren't bitten, but Professor Dumbledore and the healers believe some saliva from the wolf got into your wounds." She licked her lips, finding them dry as she looked into the helpless eyes of her only son. Her only baby boy.

"They think you might be infected."


It was ironic, wasn't it?

Severus went down to the whomping willow with the goal of finding out what the marauders were hiding. Instead, he fell fate of a dark curse that will ruin his life. The cause of this curse was the very secret he was attempting to route out.

Severus couldn't contain his snort. 'Lupin a werewolf. If that isn't the worst case of names.'

A month had passed since that morning, and Eileen had given her son the bad news—a month filled with aches, surgeries, and therapy for his body. A whole month he spent dreading this very day. The day of the full moon. The very day he would discover if he would turn into a mindless beast intent on the flesh and blood of humans.

He wasn't a fool on the subject of werewolves. Severus prided himself on his knowledge of the dark arts. Yet, he would never admit to anyone how many hours he spent leading up to that night reading and rereading every book about the wolf. From published texts to magazine articles, there was nothing Severus discounted in his research.

Professor Dumbledore and the current DADA Professor, Herbert Smith, agreed Severus had probably read all the books on werewolves worth reading. But it wasn't enough. Nothing answered the question he couldn't voice.

What was the voice he spoke to? No textbook or research paper so much as mentioned a voice. It was concerning. The words it said, the feelings it knew Severus kept buried deep within himself. It frightened him how it knew these things.

Yet, the voice was only one of his problems.

"Severus, my boy! Good to see you looking so chipper this fine morning!" There was the source of the other problem. Headmaster Dumbledore smiled brightly as he pushed aside his curtains as if he owned the place. His eyes twinkled as he looked upon the bedridden boy. "How are you feeling?"

At least something came out of having his throat ripped out; Severus didn't need to speak if he wished not to. He merely shrugged and scowled as he was forced away from his inner thoughts. Conjuring a big fluffy chair, Dumbledore sat and placed his hands in his lap.

"I come to speak with you about many a thing today, my boy. Can you spare some of your moments for an old man?" Severus sneered, but what could he do? The old goat would say whatever he wanted to, regardless. Smirking, Dumbledore leaned forward as he spoke, "I have it on good authority the whole story of why you were at the whomping willow that night. But I would like to hear it from you."

Severus blinked. Was Dumbledore indeed as senile as the older students in Slytherin claimed? How was he to answer him? In his infinite wisdom, Dumbledore seemed to know his thoughts, for several pieces of parchment appeared in Severus' lap. A quill and ink soon followed. If Severus could hiss, he would. Instead, he roughly grabbed the parchment, dipped the quill in more ink than necessary and got to writing.

Dumbledore didn't speak, instead occupying himself by humming a merry tune. Severus gritted his teeth and pierced a hole through the parchment. Did the old goat have to be so bloody annoying? Couldn't he have the good graces to keep quiet at the very least? Minutes passed, and Dumbledore seemed not to notice the rage smouldering in the boy he sat beside.

Finishing his report of that fateful evening, Severus slapped three and a half pages of parchment down on his bedside table with a scowl. He turned away, and Dumbledore smiled as he took them. Why was he so happy anyway? A student at his school got mauled by a bloody werewolf! At the very least, any other person would be mollified, but not Albus Dumbledore! He continued to act like it was the grandest day with nary a care in the world.

Parchment shifting was the only sound in the ward, for Dumbledore finally grew silent. The wisened wizard ran a hand through his beard absently as he read Severus' account. Finishing, the headmaster gently folded the report into his robes and slowly reached up to take off his half-moon glasses.

"I am terribly sorry for what happened, my boy. Truly, I am," Dumbledore intoned quietly, and Severus knew right then he wasn't going to like what was to come. "But I must ask you to remain silent about what happened."

The rage on his face must have spoken volumes, for Dumbledore sighed as he said, "Mister Lupin is as much a victim here as you are. He did not know what he was doing. He took every precaution possible that we set out for him. What happened was an unfortunate accident."

Slamming a hand on his bedside table, Severus grabbed some parchment and scribbled, "What about Black?!"

"Mister Black has been punished. He has received detention for the remainder of the year and the next. I personally have spoken to him, and he is very sorry for telling you to go down there. But Severus, you must take some accountability." The curtains surrounding Severus's section of the ward burst into flames, and the vase holding some flowers exploded. His throat began to scratch and burn as he tried to scream. Nothing but squeaks and gasping escaped.

Healers quickly rushed into the ward and doused the fire before demanding Dumbledore leave for the day. Severus didn't even care that the old bastard promised to return another time to finish their discussion. The anger and unreleased frustration within him caused his magic to go out of control. Alarms blared through the ward, and guards rushed to secure the area.

He didn't even fight when they stunned him. He was too blinded by fury.


It was a couple of hours later when Severus recovered from the stunner security hit him with. When his eyes opened, he immediately noticed the lack of sunlight pouring through the windows. It was rather dark. The room was different as well. There was no welcoming feeling like in the ward he had been so far. It felt somewhat restricting. He was also alone.

A surge of bile rose in his throat. No, no, no! It can't have been time yet! He wasn't ready!

Outside, high in the sky, the clouds began to part as the moon started to cast its gaze down upon the world. Moonlight surged through the window, and Severus knew he couldn't hide from the truth any longer. The moonlight seemed to blind him as it shone brightly into his very being.

A surge of lava went down his spine, followed by ice. His arms and legs clenched, and his whole body went rigid as he fell from the bed. Severus didn't feel it when he hit the floor. His lungs weren't working. Every breath he took brought nothing with it.

The old goat was right, you know.

Severus wished he could sigh audibly. 'Right about what?'

You were the one who chose to listen to Black. If you had used your head, you would have realized he meant nothing good when he gave you the answers you sought.

'So it's all my fault?!'

NO, you daft idiot! You do share some of the blame, yes, but only some. Black is just as responsible as you are.

'So what? Are you agreeing with Dumbledore now?!'

In this instance, yes. You do, too, deep down.

Severus hated how it knew—hated how it knew his deepest thoughts and emotions. Who or what was the bloody hell it was anyway?!

Hahaha! I am you. How many times must I explain that?

'You haven't explained anything! Just claiming to be me is not an explanation. What are you, the curse of the werewolf? Am I turning as we speak? Am I already one, and I just don't know it?'

What do you think?

That didn't bode well at all.


Severus woke the following day strapped down in his bed. His arms and legs were bound, and he felt more restricted than ever. Before any panic could set in, a gentle hand brushed his cheek. Eileen sat on the edge of his bed with a soft smile.

"How are you feeling?" She whispered as some Healers arrived to undo his bindings. Once his legs and arms were free, he sat up slowly. He opened and closed his mouth but couldn't ask what happened. "You lost control last night. You tore up the secure room you were placed in. The Healers claim they haven't seen such destruction without a wand in a long time."

He had lost control? Was he a werewolf, then? It would make sense, especially if the Healers bound him down immediately after. He needed confirmation. Reaching for his parchment and pen, one of the Healers gave him. He scribbled his question to Eileen. She frowned as she read it, and it was then he knew to fear the worst.

"They don't believe you did, but they aren't a hundred percent sure. You destroyed the monitoring spells they set up."

Severus slumped in on himself. He could feel tears welling in his eyes, but he blinked them away. He refused to cry. Who cares that his Hogwarts career was over, right? It's not like anyone would miss ole Snivillus! Of course, Dumbledore had to walk in at that fucking moment. This was it, wasn't it? He came to tell him he wasn't welcome at Hogwarts any longer.

He must have begun to cry without consent, for his mum hugged him tightly, and Dumbledore smiled sadly. Sitting gently in a chair he conjured, Dumbledore leaned forward so his elbows rested on his knees. "Severus, my boy, you don't need to fear. You aren't getting removed from the school."

Sniffling, he blinked owlishly and reached for a piece of parchment. "How can you allow me at school if I destroyed the room they put me in?" Dumbledore took it and frowned as he read it.

"Severus, just because you are going through something like this doesn't mean you don't deserve an education." Dumbledore took a breath before changing tactics, "Mr. Lupin, for example. He deserves the chance to learn, just as you do."

Scowling, he grabbed another piece of parchment, "He hurt me. What if I hurt others?"

"It was an accident, my boy. A terrible one, yes, But an accident nonetheless. The rest of the staff and I are devising a new secure place for Mr. Lupin, which only I can access. You will have one as well if we deem it necessary." Before Severus could reach for a new piece of parchment, his mum reached out and stilled his hand.

"Sev, you will be okay. Headmaster Dumbledore has explained to me his idea, and it has merit. So if you doubt him, please trust in me." Severus lowered his head. He never wanted to doubt his mum. She was the only semblance of a decent parent he ever had. But that fear, that worry, it gnawed at his heart. Reluctantly, he nodded his consent.

Dumbledore clapped his hands, "Wonderful! I will leave your mother to explain the rest. I must prepare some revision plans for you to catch up with your peers." Then he was gone, twinkling eyes and all.

Severus turned to Eileen with a raised brow; were there more things to discuss? Eileen didn't look all that happy about the discussion they needed to have, but it couldn't have been that bad. Right?

"Sev, well, I will be frank with you, okay?" He nodded, listening intently, "Without your voice, you will have a more challenging time casting spells. You won't be able to answer questions efficiently. You will be severely handicapped compared to your classmates." He couldn't hide the wince that came with each point Eileen made. He never once thought of the consequences of losing his voice.

"So, Professor Dumbledore and I have come to a solution. I will hire you a... tutor, let us call them." Severus blinked dumbly, and Eileen rolled her eyes, "Yes, yes, I know you are smart enough not to need one academically, but you will need help. They will work with you constantly, helping you with whatever you need."

Severus began to scribble his response angrily, but Eileen again stilled his hand. He looked up with anger in his eyes, but it cooled quickly at the stern steel in her own. "This isn't up for discussion, Severus. This is part of the stipulation to allow you to attend once more."

In other words, he had no choice but to accept the help of a babysitter. Great.