Severus was finally okay. He no longer cried, he kept it inside. It didn’t hurt as much. The deep bruises did no longer reminded him of life before Hogwarts. James is tolerable some what now. And he has you, another teenage disaster. Rich, but horrible father. And he, poor, but equally horrible father. He’ll sit up at night, just to comfort you when you cried in the corner. You didn’t want to, you would appear weak, but he didn’t care. But a nagging feeling kept tugging at his heart. His brain. His emotions. His thoughts

“that use to be me”

“he is dead now. I killed him. He’s not coming back”

he sat beside you, your head buried in your knees, sobbing silently. He patted your back gently, only seeing that boy who cried for his mother, but heard no response.

him