the boy that forgot to die

Chapter 01 - prologue - face in the sand

Title:
The boy that forgot to die

Author:
evil minded

Date:
November, 1st 2011

Timeframe:
Second year at Hogwarts

Summary:
AU / Harry Potter comes back for his second year at Hogwarts, but something is not the way it should be, and Severus Snape seems the only one able to help the boy that forgot to die ... will he manage to really help the Gryffindor before it is too late?

Disclaimer:
I don't really care about Lockhart, Quirrel or Umbridge, nor about most of the other characters in HP ... I, however, would like to own one particular Severus Snape – regrettably I do not, Rowling does ... but well – I'm borrowing him for a while ... just to torture him a bit ... I am evil minded after all ...

Rating:
M – Not suitable for children or teens below the age of 16

Author's Notes:
Uhm ... alright ... I have to admit ... English is not my language by birth ... so ... please do not kill me while reading ... neither for the – perhaps – sad language, nor for the subject of my writing ...
Also, this is a story written for NaNo, a story written within thirty days only and even though I go over the chapters before uploading them – I do apologize if it might not have the same quality at one point or another than those stories of mine you are used to by now ... thank you ...

Warning:
Story contains bad language and swearing.
Don't ever use such, it's neither good manners nor proper use of language and never mind how 'cool' it might sound, it surely isn't a sign of intelligence. It won't get you anywhere and people will think less of you if you are unable articulating properly.
Story contains references to child neglect.
Child neglect is a really, really serious thing, and there are a lot of children in our world that are neglected, children that lack food, clothing, often love, and perhaps even a roof over their head – and closing our eyes, and pretending it does not exist – is no solution ...
Story contains references to child abuse.
Child abuse is one of the most evil things, and there are a lot of children in our world that really would need help but have to live without hope – and again, closing our eyes and pretending it does not exist – is no solution ... instead show sympathy, and understanding ... and handle people, children as well as adults, which are showing any signs – whichever – of once having been abused ... with understanding and with help ...
What does not mean I am not as evil as I pretend to be ... ^.~ ... believe me – I am ...

Breåk· ... ·~†~*~*~*~*~*~†~· ... ·Łine

The boy that forgot to die
Chapter one
Prologue – face in the sand
Or – back to school

Something was not right.

Something definitely was quite wrong.

He could feel it.

He could sense it.In the far-off distance, bells chimed, announcing midnight and welcoming another early Sunday morning, but immediately he knew that – that was not what had awakened him. It rather had been a sense of foreboding seeping through his body that had disturbed his sleep, a sense of deathly foreboding that was spreading throughout his entire awareness and with a frown the Potions Master Severus Snape rubbed his eyes, trying to get rid of the grind that had crusted up in his few hours of slumber.

Breåk· ... ·~†~*~*~*~*~*~†~· ... ·Łine

Little Whinging was lying dark and silent in the midnight hour. There was nothing except for the soft whisper of the wind that blew over treetops and there was nothing except for a few moths that were captured by the soft glow of the few streetlamps, soundlessly dancing around the soft orbs through the midnight air. There was no one in the streets at such a late hour – or at such an early hour, considering the point of view from anyone who might or might not have been there at this particular night.