His Light

Chapter 1

Author's Note: This story will now be told from Severus's POV, up until the last chapter. Just figured I'd say that now, because I'm too lazy to write that it's his POV every chapter 😂

I kept my head down as I slowly entered the room. My chin-length black hair shielded my face, hiding me from the world. The cruel, heartless world.

I was so sick of my life. I had spent six years in this hell-hole, and was still insulted daily. I was still the target of every joke, spell, and whatever else they came up with.

But this was the last year of all that. Once I graduated, I would join the Dark Lord, and get my revenge. He would train me, make me powerful, and I would never be subject to this torment again.

As I continued to outline a fixed plan of my future, I was interrupted by a stinging jinx pricking my back, irritating the already inflamed skin. The skin that had still not quite fully healed from the whippings, courtesy of my loathsome father.

Despite the pain, I kept my face neutral. I had spent years perfecting the mask. Better to let them think I wasn't affected by them, rather than let them know my weaknesses.

But as Potter and his gang suddenly appeared in front of me, my body betrayed me, and I flinched. To my dismay, they noticed.

"Little jumpy eh, Snivellus?" Potter snickered.

"Do we—" Black began, then jumped forward, his hands out towards me. "—scare you?" My limbs moved of their own accord, and I jolted back, away from him.

The class erupted into laughter. I tried to tune it out, resisting the blood from rushing to my face, staining my cheeks, and making me more of a laughingstock. I glanced around, and was saddened to see that Lily was laughing with them.

So that was it then. She really had left me for the idiot in front of me. I thought that maybe, over the summer, she might come around...

But no. She was gone. I clenched my fists, but my expression didn't shift. I wouldn't let them get to me anymore. No matter how much their words and actions hurt.

The laughter grew quiet as the door opened, and Professor McGonagall strolled in. But she no doubt heard it. Not that it made any difference.

As McGonagall took her place at the front, the boys in front of me moved to sit down. On his way, Black jumped in front of me again, and I internally sighed as my body flinched.

From the front of the room, the Professor gave me a sorry look. But I ignored her. I didn't want nor need her pity. If she genuinely gave a damn about me, she would punish them for all they did to me. But she never did.

I kept my head down the entire class, not once looking up. I focused on taking detailed notes of everything the woman said.

Because that was the only thing keeping me here. To collect knowledge, to learn, so that I was strong intellectually, and the Dark Lord would want me.

And I needed him to want me. From what Lucius had told me, he would make me strong, and help me reach my full potential, whatever that was. And dear Salazar, I wanted to feel powerful for once in my life.