As he opened his eyes, he expected to be met with the peeling wood scraping against his back but was pleasantly surprised to find himself in his marginally more comfortable bed. He had a moment of silence to himself which was hard to come by with a broken family like his. A father that drowned his family in debt while he drowned himself with alcohol. A mother who didn't fight back or leave. And a son, who took all of it hoping that he won't burst when he reaches his limits. He let out a quiet, humorless laugh to himself. What else could he do?
Severus Snape, age 7, had seen what a broken family looks like from a young age. He had seen things no one should ever see. He had felt things no one should ever feel. He was a child that was forced to grow up quickly. Far too quickly. He had repeatedly been told by his father that he was an abomination, a mistake, a mutant that should have never happened in this world. But, he never chose to be here. He didn't choose to be the product of his parents, he never chose to suffer this childhood, he never chose this family. But alas, these were not words that could be said about his father. Because his father won't listen to reason. Much less his son.
He wondered why his mother chose to be with a man like him and why she hasn't left him. He wondered many things about his Mother but they were left as just that, wonders. He couldn't ask her or more like wasn't allowed to ask her. For, the fear of his mother's life and his own life was instilled in his heart by his father's cruelties. He loved his mother. Despite her unwillingness to fight back, he loved her. She and Lily were sparks in his otherwise shrouded life.
As he mused in his thoughts, his door creaked open and his body curled in on itself, as though it was second nature to brace himself from any incoming attacks. After a minute of silence, he opened his eyes and his body sagged in relief as he saw it was his Mother standing at the doorway. She slowly approached his bed, as though approaching broken glass, and sat down. He slowly sat up, wincing as he felt his broken ribs protrude from his bruised skin. A concerned look covered his mother's face making her look older than she was. She held her hand out, motioning me to put my head on her lap. I did as she asked and let a small, content smile slip on my face as she gently brushed her fingers through his hair.
"Severus, would you like to hear a story?", she whispered, voice carrying a softness that betrays her life.
"Yes, mother," Severus said, his eyes sparkling with curiosity as he made himself more comfortable in his Mother's lap. His mother simply chuckled.
Moments like these were one of Severus's happiest.
"Long before witches, wizards, and muggles came to exist, there was a great being called Fate. Fate was beautiful. And Fate made the things around her beautiful. She weaved the fabric of time and space together to create this World. Her weaving was a thing to be known. It was strong as it was beautiful, and so was her imagination. It was limitless and ran free in her weaving. There, we were born of her imagination. Although her intentions were pure, her creations were not. Their hearts were filled with greed, their Cores rotten. Fate was puzzeled. What Fate had not anticipated in her weaving was that her children were not like her. It pained her to see them like this. Seperating, joining sides, waging war, craving that sense of power that was never theirs to begin with. Hurting, leading pointless lives, not wanting to see a tomorrow. It hurt her heart to see her children fight each other. It hurt her heart to see them suffering like this. But, she knew she could not destroy her weaving, her imagination, her children. So, there was only one thing she could do. She weaved herself into her imagination. In doing so, she weaved together souls, intertwining their lives. Securing their red strings so they would always have a tomorrow to look forward to. To have someone to be there with you each step of your life. To have someone that will make you feel whole. To have someone that will worship your mind, body, and soul. To have someone that will fall in love with you again and again. To have love that transcends lifetimes."
Severus looked at his mother awestruck. His face adopting a child-like glow. His Mother looked down at him and smiled. Oh, how long it had been since she had seen him like this. She wished to stay like this forever, but time only gave them so much leeway.
"Will I meet my soulmate mother?" he questioned, his onyx eyes looking into his Mother's eyes, a mirror of his own.
"Yes you will my Severus, and when you do, the colors you will see, and the feelings that you will feel will be inexplicable. Your soulmate will go to the ends of the world for you as will you. Your soulmate will be lucky to have you."
"But how will I know for sure who my soulmate is mother?" Severus asked with a slight whine in his voice.
"When you turn 15, a mark special to only you and your soulmate will appear on the place your soulmate last touched you in your past life."
"Really?", Severus wanted more than anything for time to speed up and allow him to meet his Soulmate, but time does not comply with the wants of mortals. So he is left pouting, and his mother chuckling at her son's rare antics.
"Yes, really, and trust me when I tell you the wait will be worth it."
A sudden question popped up in Severus's head and he voiced it to his mother,"Is father your soulmate mother?"
His mother's eyes widened slightly before she slid a mask over her face and took Severus's head and placed it on the bed. She stood up and walked to the doorway,"Now, now, get some sleep Severus, it is really late."
Her son looked at her confused but complied and let his eyes fall shut. She gave a small smile to her Son's sleeping form before closing his door and leaning heavily on it. A lone tear slipped down her cheek as she recalled her son's question. She roughly brushed it away and stood tall before walking away. She dared not let her memories flood past the tight locks she had put in place.
If only she could have anticipated the future.
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FanfictionA young Severus Snape, after years of abuse and neglect, holds out hope for a better tomorrow after the fateful night where his mother told him about soulmates. She told him the spark he would feel, the colors he could see, the flavors that he could...
