The reality Off The Past

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In the quiet town of Little Whinging, a peculiar man named Severus Snape lived a solitary life. His eyes, as sharp as a hawk's, often searched the horizon, hinting at a past shrouded in mystery. His demeanor was cool and aloof, yet beneath the surface, a tempest of emotions brewed, hinting at a life much more complex than the one he presented to the outside world.Severus had always felt like an outsider, a sensation that had followed him from his youth. Growing up in the shadow of the Uchiha name in the ninja village of Konoha, he was Sasuke Uchiha, a young prodigy with a fiery spirit that was both revered and feared. His eyes, the same stark black as his infamous family's, were a constant reminder of the power he held within. However, his heart yearned for a different path, one that didn't involve the endless cycle of war and pain that had consumed his clan.

The night he decided to leave was like any other, filled with the distant whispers of battles and the lingering scent of burnt earth. He packed his few possessions and vanished into the night, his Sharingan swirling with determination as he sought refuge in a world beyond the shinobi. A chance encounter with a peculiar wizard led him to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where he found a new identity in Severus Snape. The world of magic offered him the solace and anonymity he craved, a place where he could hide from his past and start anew.As years passed, Snape mastered the art of potions, his sharp intellect and meticulous nature serving him well in the dusty halls of the school. His Slytherin heritage allowed him to blend in with the ambitious and cunning, but he remained a silent observer, his true self obscured by the cloak of his new name. His eyes, once feared, were now simply a curious anomaly among the students, who knew him only as the stern potions master with a penchant for sarcasm.One fateful day, as Snape patrolled the corridors, he heard a commotion outside the Great Hall.

The unmistakable sound of a blond-haired boy in an orange jumpsuit, surrounded by a crowd of giggling students, sent a jolt of recognition through his veins. The boy looked so much like a younger version of himself, yet the energy that radiated from him was undeniably that of the one who had haunted his dreams for years: Naruto Uzumaki.