Professor Severus Snape

"Why...?"

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Many people ask the question why? They wonder why the sky is blue, why the milk is gone but the carton is still in the fridge, or even why a dear friend committed suicide. Daisy Jackson, however, asked why she deserved to be hated by her father.
But, of course, she knew why. It was because she was a witch. Her father was a muggle, and hated her with all of his heart. He often tried to beat the magic out of her, as if that could be done. She was rarely without any scars or bruises. But she was always told that she deserved them.
Even before she got her letter at age eleven, strange things tended to happen around her, which usually resulted in a harsh punishment from her father. The only reason why he even allowed her to go to Hogwarts was to get rid of her for a few months. When Daisy got to Hogwarts, she was sorted into Gryffindor. Although her House was very welcoming, she never really connected with any of them. At least, not enough to tell them her secret about what was happening at home.
Unfortunately, it seemed that a certain Professor had it out for her from the start. She never knew what she did to him, but he seemed to hate the sight of her. She flung her bright red hair over her shoulder as she left the Great Hall to go to potions class with the dreaded Professor Snape. Although it was the first class of the year, he always gave an insane amount of homework. Anyways, as she was leaving, Draco Malfoy, her main tormentor, accosted her.
"Where do you think you're going, mudblood?" he sneered.
She flipped her hair over her shoulder, and tried to get away from him. She let out a a sudden hiss as he grabbed her wrist, which still hurt from the last beating her father had given her not two days before. Draco rolled his eyes.
"Are you so weak that this hurts? I'm barely touching you! No wonder you suck at everything! You're a weakling!" he sneered at her. Thankfully, other people started exiting the Great Hall, so she was able to get away.
Daisy's POV
I practically ran down to Potions, rubbing my aching wrists. Today, Professor Snape told us that we were brewing a pepper-up potion. I didn't have a partner, as there was an odd number of people in the class, but I didn't mind. It meant less bullying for me, and no one could screw with my potion without me noticing.
I think I would have enjoyed potions if not for the teacher. He judged my potions even harsher than he did Harry Potter's. Today was even worse though, although I will admit that I should have been paying better attention. I accidentally added double of one ingredients, causing the potion to explode everywhere. An angry Snape cleaned it up, but yelled at me that I had detention for a week.
He said other things that I really should not repeat, but they served to put me in a bad mood for the rest of the day. Why do I have potions class first again? I asked myself as I trudged to Transfiguration, a subject that I was actually not terrible at.
The day went by too quickly, as I was dreading my approaching detention with Professor Snape. All too soon, I slowly made my way down to the dungeons. I knocked on his office door about two minutes early. I had learned that he actually hated it if you were too early for detention.
"Come in," I heard him say.
I slowly opened the door. He was sitting at his desk, which was covered in what looked like essays. He didn't look up for a little over a minute. I didn't dare move. When he finally looked up, he studied me for a long moment. He leaned back and steepled his fingers under his chin.
"I think for this detention you will scrub the floors without magic. I want to see my face in its reflection when you are done. Am I clear?" he said to me.
"Yes, sir," I said with a nod.
He pointed to a cabinet on my right.
"Well, what are you waiting for? The supplies are in there," he snapped.
I quickly moved to the cabinet, finding the needed supplies quickly. I absently rolled up my sleeves and began, scrubbing the floor in a quick and concise manner, making sure to make it extra shiny. I did not realize that my scars were on display. I suddenly heard an sharp intake of breath, and chanced a glance upwards.
Professor Snape was staring at me, or more specifically, my scarred arms. I jumped up suddenly and backed against the wall, hastily pulling my sleeves down. I looked down and waited for the harsh comments that were sure to come from him. He had always hated me before. Why would he start caring now? I jumped when his quiet voice entered the atmosphere.
"Who did this to you?" he asked me.
His tone was quiet, but filled with anger. Somehow, that was worse than him yelling at me. I shook my head in response, still not meeting his gaze. I sensed movement, and jumped when he suddenly grabbed me, and made me look at him. I gasped as my memories suddenly flashed before me, and judging by the expression on his face, he had been reading my mind.
In the span of his shock I managed to wrench myself from his grasp and run for it. Ten seconds later I heard him call for me to come back, but I didn't listen. I couldn't take any more pain right now. I ran all the way to my dorm room, and threw myself on the bed, bursting into tears. My roommates were concerned, but I answered none of their questions, and simply asked not to be disturbed. Thankfully, they left me alone after that.
I dreaded seeing Professor Snape again, so I began to skip potions, fearing what he might reveal in front of the whole class. I had thought that he would have told the whole school by now, and was surprised that I didn't get any looks of either sympathy or hatred. No more than usual, anyways. I often felt his stare on me during meals, and usually scarfed them down so I could leave and escape his pressing gaze.
I was surprised that no one had talked to me about missing potions either. Even if I was avoiding Professor Snape, he still could have told my Head of House that I was skipping, and she could have talked to me. Maybe he didn't mention it then...
But why would he not? Unfortunately, my streak of avoiding Professor Snape ended two weeks after it started. It started in Transfiguration. I had gotten detention that evening for not paying attention in class. I made my way up to my Head of House's office.
"Good evening, dear," she said to me.
"Good evening, Professor," I replied softly. She sighed as she regarded me.
"Your detention will actually be served with Professor Snape tonight. I, unfortunately, cannot monitor you," she explained.
My heart dropped. He would surely torment me about my past. It suddenly occurred to me that perhaps he never told anyone before in order to use it as blackmail. He could probably get me to do anything with that over my head.
"Y-yes Professor," I said, realizing she was waiting for a response.
She gave me a small smile.
"Now, along with you! It's best you don't keep him waiting."
I gave a nod of agreement, and reluctantly made my way down to the dungeons, dread filling every cell in my body. I gave a single knock on his office door when I got there, well aware that I was five minutes late. I heard his deep voice tell me to enter. I slowly opened the door, having half a mind to just book it. But I knew I would be in huge trouble, and there would be questions on why I would do that.
"Ah, Miss Jackson. Glad you could make it."
He regarded me for a long moment. He was positioned as he had been my last detention; leaned back, one leg crossed over the other, and with his fingers steepled under his chin. It was about a minute before he moved or spoke. I waited for the judgment. Perhaps he was waiting to say anything to make me feel even worse. Every muscle tensed as he rose to his feet.