BECAUSE I CARE (Snape fanfic)

PROLOGUE

My parents were never nice to me. They treated me like crap and kept telling me that I'm a disgrace. They had told me by now that I was a witch and that soon I'll be sent off to a school to control my powers. My father was a muggle, but my mom was a pure-blood witch who explained everything to my dad. Making me a half-blood. We lived in the muggle world and were disguised as being poor. But we owned huge vault in Gringotts. Although I wasn't treated well by my parents, my maternal grandmother made me feel somewhat loved. She had told me a lot about Hogwarts. Even though I only could meet her once a year, we tried making most of that time. She was too kind, and gave me the key to her very own vault in Gringotts and said it was all mine, since she would never go back to the wizarding world, as she was way too old and weak. 

My father on the other hand, Octavius Armani was very violent with me. He often gets drunk and beats me up, bringing down heavy fists straight to my ribs. The worst incident was when i asked him if I could get some pocket-money, and that triggered his temper so much that he threw an acid bottle at me. But I blamed myself for it as I shouldn't have kept the acid vial in his sight. I often used it for cleaning the bruises he inflicted upon me. But it was also my fault that I had added other chemicals to it, which makes it much more stronger and it was still under experiments. Yes, i am young but I still try pursuing my passion for Chemistry by conducting experiments at home. This event burnt my skin from my left eye and all along my chin. Almost a quarter of my face. It makes my already ugly face even more hideous. Because of this, i let my hair fall over and cover half my face. No one has seen the other side of me {pun and literal meaning intended}. But what I'm trying to say is that my wretched dad will go to any extent to try and get rid of me. 

My mother, Mirabelle Armani was the one who convinced my dad to let me stay at home at least until I turn 11. But this does not make her kind. She never stands up for me, instead she tortures me as much as my dad. She repeatedly says that I'm fat and stupid. Even though i am underweight. She also often locks me up in my room if I spent too much time outdoors. Speaking of my room. It's not really a room. Well, it is four walls put together, but nothing more. There's just a little shelf on one of these walls and an old mattress on the floor. The shelf is filled with all sorts of trinkets from my grandma and a few chemicals that I successfully manage to sneak from pharma stores. I also walk dogs for my own pocket-money, it makes me feel useful, after taking insults from my parents. I have always craved the love and affection from my parents, and I thought that maybe i could get it at Hogwarts. This is what made me excited for my 11th b-day. 

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One evening, I was walking back home after my dog-walking routine. One the way, I found $150 on the ground. I was shocked at first, that someone did not noticed such a huge sum of money fall from their wallet. I picked it up and examined it looking for people around who might have dropped it. But the street was empty. Just as I was looking at it, I heard an all too familiar voice yell at me from a distance. It was my dad. He was rushing towards me with rage seething in his light eyes. 

"I should have known!!" He screamed as he approached me.

I whimpered not knowing what to say. 

"Stealing from my wallet!" He roared again. 

"No, I found it h...." I tried explaining to him that I just found it. But before i knew it, I was being dragged by the ear to the doorstep. 

I was thrown inside and my mom came rushing out of the kitchen.

"Where did you pick up this filth from today?" she questioned my dad, shooting me a disgusted look. 

I was more than confused. Did he really think I stole his damn money!? The jerk I called my father explained to mom that I 'stole' his money and snatched the bundle of fresh notes out of my hand. Soon after a heated argument between my two pathetic parents. I was ushered into our car. With all my belongings stuffed in a trunk. I had no idea where were we going. As my room was completely emptied by my mom. 

Soon, we pulled up in front of an orphanage. WOOLS ORPHANAGE, the sign outside read. It was a dingy, dark and old building, with little stained windows that were oddly placed. The place looked gloomy and realization struck me hard, they were dropping me off here. HOW COULD THEY!?

I tried arguing with my mom and she just ignored me. Although she told me that grandma would visit me sometimes. I could not help but yell at both my parents that leaving me at an orphanage was the worst thing they could do and that they will pay for this! Although, part of me was celebrating and rejoicing the freedom I might get now. After all the formalities and legal issues were taken care of, I was shown my room and my trunk was brought up. The place looked somewhat creepy but I just adjusted.

My room was dark and small. There was a small four poster next to the wall, and a bedside cabinet next to it. There was also a little window above the bed. A wooden cupboard decorated the tiny room right below the bed. I arranged all my belongings and started exploring a little. It was my new home after all. 

**A/N**

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