teach me a kinder way to say my name

As Severus Snape's eyes met the soft light of day on October 31st 1997, he could feel the usual lump in his throat snap in place. It was nothing new to him. For the past sixteen years, it had been there as soon as he woke into that day and he knew from experience, the only thing that could dull the suffocating feeling was an intoxicating amount of firewhisky.

Sadly, it was still early in the morning and he was expected to function; and he would, as usual. He always did.