lesser beings would call it fate

There is an itch in Severus Snape's withering heart, a tug in his stomach that constantly churns with guilt. It demands completion, satisfaction, appeasement.

It takes him first to Godric's Hollow, and a graveyard that's too loud, too full of the dead.

And then to Cokeworth, where the amount of life there is almost obscene.

And finally to a lonely playground in Surrey, where a black-haired boy with green eyes stands at his feet.

⚠️wArNiNg:⚠️

- child abuse
- written in present tense (for people that hate present tense stories)

AN INDEPENDENT WORK

‼️dIsClAiMeR:‼️

TRANS LIVES MATTER. LGBTQ+ LIVES MATTER. LGBTQ+ RIGHTS ARE HUMAN RIGHTS.

As you can tell from the above statements, I am not JK Rowling. And thankfully, nor will I ever be.

POSTED: 20/08/21
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