'Allo! I am Rikku Hikari! And … this is my fanfiction… ! –confetti- Ya… well… Please enjoy? –not quite sure what to say-

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. For if I did, I would've released the 7th book by now… Grr. 3

A faint wind whispered through the night as the branches to a forest of dead trees quietly let out a small howl. The crisp yet gentle atmosphere would have both scared and soothed anyone who happened to be walking down its barely noticeable dirt path.

Nearly everything in the area was illuminated by the moonlight, making everything glow an almost tranquil shade of grey.

The abrupt shriek of a child pierced this serene moment as the sound of furniture scraping across the floor followed it soon after.

"Demon child!!"

WHACK!

"Fight Back, Devil's Spawn! Fight back in the name of your master!"

SHNK!!

Suddenly, out limped the form of a child from a cottage deep in the forest. His small crooked nose and large amber eyes, covered by his shoulder length oily black hair hide his desperate desire to run away. Not far behind him sprints his father, the thick leg of a table in his right hand.

"Not so brave without your mother, are you?"

The older man tackled his son, thrusting him into the gravel below. The boy whimpered as he attempted to shield himself by holding his hands above his head. With a swift motion of grabbing his son's small bloody wrists, the father held them above the boy's head with one hand, raising his weapon and hitting the boy repeatedly with the other.

"Look at you, Severus. Look how pathetic you are… You are a wizard, yet you can't even raise a wand to protect your mother… let alone yourself."

A few more beatings and small insane ramblings later, Mr. Snape stood up from the small sobbing child.

"What a piece of shit you are…" He then turned around and left the boy alone in the cold night; half naked, in pain, and sobbing hysterically.

"Mr. Snape?!"

The large closed eyes of a twelve year old boy quivered a little as the nightmarish memory lingered a little longer in his mind. Something cold and slimy hit his forehead with a wet 'smack'. He opened one eye to see a small toad sitting on his arm, croaking a little out of fear.

A slight chorus of giggles erupted through his class. He could hear four particular boys quietly congratulating a rather smug James Potter, letting the pride get into his head a little.

"Mr. Snape, would you like to answer the problem in your text book?" Professor Nagayama, ordered a short yet incredibly thin Japanese woman as she tapped her foot impatiently.

Looking down at his drool covered textbook, Severus merely shrugged at the mess of smudged ink where he supposed was what the class was reading.

"Don't mind him, Professor. He was just having a wet dream." Sirius smirked as the class once more went through a small fit of giggles. Severus shot his classmate a cold glare but received wide grins of victory from the Marauders. He focused his attention back to his unreadable book, the glare still on his face.

"….Why?... Why did I accept the job of teaching british wizards instead of the Japanese ones back in Kobe? … Why?" Professor Nagayama muttered as she rolled her eyes to the ceiling.

After a few more moments of muttering to herself and letting the class jabber about their lives, the bell rang. Instantly, the students were out of their seats and through the door, leaving a disgruntled Severus Snape to clean up his mess by himself. Events like this happened a lot in the young wizard's life yet seemed to get a little worse every time. "Especially with those …. Those moronic ingrates." Snape grumbled to the boys who had made him the laughing stock of Hogwarts.

Just as he pulled out another book in an attempt to find a drying spell, a small hand grasping a napkin started to wipe up the wet pages. Snape nearly jumped back in surprise, only to see that it was only a girl. A girl with long locks of curly light brownish hair and incredibly deep twinkling green eyes…

"Here. Let me help you." Lilly said politely as she mopped up the mess with a few napkins. Severus nearly blushed as she leaned a little towards him, attempting to wipe up the small puddle of even more drool on his desk. "My goodness! It's like a dam broke," she joked as her hand suddenly bumped against Snape's own, causing him to flinch.

Lilly didn't notice at all and quietly hummed to herself as she finished cleaning up the mess. Wiping her hands on her robes, the young witch smiled a little at Snape. "There. That should do it." Lilly picked up her books and stuffed them under her right arm as she walked towards the door. "I'm terribly sorry about what James and his friends did to you… Sometimes they can be real jerks."

Snape looked down at the ground as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. "You don't … have to apologize," he mumbled. Lilly cocked her head to one side a little before smiling once more. "But I feel like I have to. James does tend to stalk me, so everyone guesses that I'm his girlfriend or something."

A long pause afterwards sent out an awkward feeling in both their guts as they anticipated for the other to say something.

Unable to take it any longer, Snape snatched his books and pushed passed Lilly without so much as an acknowledgement for her kind deed. He squeezed through a sea of students until he arrived at an abandoned girl's bathroom.

He stood in front of it before sighing and opening the door. He found a spot next to one of the stalls where he plopped down himself and settled in. Snape silently cursed himself as both the horrific memory and Lilly's face played in his mind like a miniature slide show.

"What a piece of shit you are…"

"Let me help you."

"…Look how pathetic you are…Can't raise your wand to protect your mother, let alone yourself…"

"My goodness! It's like a dam broke!"

The look of utmost malice and hate in his father's eyes…

The gentle touch of Lilly's hand…

Agonizing pieces of wood shoved into his skin….

Lilly's warm and welcoming smile…

Snape's knees were up to his chest, his arms resting on them. He breathed a little deeply as he thought about all of this. He stayed this way until dinner, when his stomach growled in frustration. The dark haired boy picked up his books once more, and departed as if nothing had happened.

So whatchya' thinks?! Dun' it suck? 3 It's been a while since I've written anything so… ya! Please review, but no flames!