Harry Potter One Shots

Severus SnapeXReader

Warning: This book will have mention of abuse

(Y/n's P.O.V)

Hi, my name is Y/n; my life hasn't been easy; when I was five years old, my Mother died. My Father is a muggle. He has been a bully my whole life, but I believe what he says because that's all I know. I'm an ugly, ungrateful piece of shit. Well, that was until I got my Hogwarts letter last year. Now I walk with more confidence because my best friend Sara is always by my side helping me.

Sara, like me, is a Slytherin, just like my Mother was, according to a book I found on her, but I didn't get to read much of it before my Dad ripped it up. My Mother was a powerful witch, a direct descendant of Morgana. I don't know who that is, but she is my great-great-great-grandmother. I wish I were half as brave as Mum was. I have no strength or bravery and don't know why I am in Slytherin.

Anyway, the teachers were told to go easy on me because I have had such a harsh background. Dumbledore feels it is best to stay calm, or something might happen, and it wouldn't be perfect. Morgana was mighty, and Dumbledore feared I might have taken on some of her traits.

Tomorrow is the anniversary of my Mother's death, alongside the anniversary of the first time my Father beat me. He had tried to harm me many times before, but my Mother had always stopped him. She couldn't get away from my Father, though, because her family had disowned her, leaving us nowhere to go. She had been saving money trying to buy our way out, but then she fell ill.

-----Flash back-------

Father got up at the same time as every morning. He sat in his usual chair in the lounge room. Mother hadn't woken me yet, so I was still fast asleep, dreaming about what could happen that day. Father started yelling about how his breakfast wasn't ready. His yelling woke me with a start.

Finding it weird, Father was already up, and Mother hadn't woken me; I climbed out of bed. Mother and I shared a room because she and Father didn't love each other and wanted to keep me safe; when I saw her still in bed, I wandered over to her bed, pulling over a stool. I climbed up onto her bed.

"Mummy! Wake up! Mummy! Mummy!!" My voice got more and more panicked as she didn't wake.

I could hear heavy feet on the steps, so I jumped and hid under her bed. I knew my Father's wrath when he didn't get what he wanted. As much as I wished I wasn't hiding alone and wanted to be safe, I couldn't wake her. Father stormed in, and the door nearly broke off its hinges. He started yelling at Mum to wake up, but she never did.

I backed away from where he stood but kicked the box of money Mum was saving, and Father found me. He dragged me out and threw me across the room, yet Mum still didn't wake. He then strode over to me, hitting me, saying I had no one to protect me anymore.

---End flashback----

I looked down as I walked towards my shared room. It was the weekend, so I decided to cry in my room for the day. As I was walking, I felt a firm hand on my shoulder. Keeping my head low to hide the tears, I turned. The person behind me wore black shoes, a black cloak, and pants."Why aren't you going to Hogsmead, Miss Y/l/n?" Professor Snape asked in his monotone voice.

"I don't feel like going," I said simply. I don't need anyone to know; none of the Professors know other than Madam Pomfrey and Headmaster Dumbledore.

"Don't lie, and look at me when you talk. It's disrespectful." I slowly lifted my head, tears still streaming down my cheek.

"What happened?" I could have sworn there was a hint of worry in his voice.

"Nothing." I wouldn't say I liked that he was prying.

"It's not nothing." If there was any worry in his voice, it was now gone.

"It's my Mother's death day tomorrow." I rubbed my arm and winced when I hit some scars from where my Father had hit me with his belt; Madam Pomfrey had already started to heal them, but they were still painful.

Professor Snape must have seen the pain in my face because he grabbed my arm as I tried to pull it away. He lifted my sleeve, revealing all the cuts, new and old. His face turned to shake for a minute or two before he scolded his emotions again.

"How did this happen?" He looked me directly in the eyes.

"I-i fell over?" It was the first thing that came to mind.

"Lie" Was all he said; he stopped prying and dragged me to his office. "Sit"I did as I was told as I sat at his desk. He went into his Potion store room for a few minutes, then returned with some gel.

"This will help heal them a bit more." His hands were gentle as he applied the gel.

"Thank you!" I looked down at my feet again.

"Please tell me what happened." He says, lifting my head to look me in the eye.