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Twenty things Severus Snape would never say. Severus Snape is nothing if not mysterious.

It seems that, at all times, enigmas surrounded him, and if you werent careful enough, you might come across another completely unknown side of Severus Snape. This granted him an aura that allowed him a slight intimidating factor, depicting a man who is not only a mystery, but the mystery of all mysteries. There are many things that made him how he is, that prepared him for the crucial role he played in the downfall of Tom Riddle. The most vital skill, however, lies in his reserved nature, thus offering him the values needed in the qualifications of a spy. And of course, his loyalty to the one he loved only strengthened his will, his urge for redemption, and eventually his love for solitude, further aiding his role. He would not be the man he is now, albeit a little nasty, if not for his cagey, subtle way. It was one of the many sacrifices that came together with being a spy, one of the many traits that kept him alive. And yet he welcomed it, like a fish with water, a bird with freedom. Eventually, all of this pushed him towards his triumph as the greatest spy ever lived. Inevitably, there were a number of things he will never say, nor be caught in the act of confessing them. Not because these things were relevant to his spying dutieswhich required a lot of secrets-keepingto both sides of light and dark. It is due to the fact that these matters were so dissimilar to what hed grown into, what people had perceived of him. It is due, to the fact that after so many years of spying, self-improvement and no space for mistakes, he had simply developed a tight-guarded box within him, keeping all his deepest secrets inside. And it is simply because, these were, once, parts of him he was forced to sever from himself. The firstand most importantthing he would never say, interestingly, is of no obvious significancehe simply likes potions because the way it simmers reminds him of his mother at night, singing to him. It is not common knowledge that Tobias Snape often graces his only son with a few right hooks and broken noses, nor is it widely known that Severus had invented and later, patented his first advanced healing potion at the young age of 10 when earning himself his third bruised cheekbone. But it is never known that Severus, being desperate, used to climb up to the roof of his dingy house every night, wishing himself the courage to jump off, and then being coaxed back to bed, always, by his mothers singing. It was the only thing that gave him the strength to keep himself sane, before Hogwarts. Potions are no different, he used to think, it always reminds me of Mother, and the calm serenity they both offered. Potions, very much like his mother, had taught him his much neededand now, famedself-control, disciplining both his mind and his temper. It shaped Severus Snape into what he is now, resistant to painboth physical and mentaland fiercely loyal to those who had given him reason to behave so. Severus Snape might never admit that, but he portrays it through the trained eye he always keeps on the few underprivileged students in his House, and sometime, unsuspectingly, Harry Potter. The second secret was almostalmostwidely known after the defeat of Tom Riddle, owing largely to Potters undisguised attempt on making amendsif you call spilling Severus Snapes most protected secret making amendsfor his lack in judgment. But still, Severus Snape would not admit it, nor say or act in a way which suggests the possibility of it, despite how obvious it had become. Severus Snape had few friends in his life, much less close friends. But Lily Evans had

wormed her way through the hard, impenetrable exterior of histhough his young age may have rendered him more susceptible to such attemptsand planted herself rather firmly in his heart. She was her first friend, the one who understands, the one who makes him laugh, the one who loves. Her friendship eventually evolves into something deeper, something that completed him, of course, until that eventful day. He never loved another again, though partly due to the fact he was recruited into the Dark Lords ranks shortly after. His first love became his only love. But no one would ever know, the day the Dark Lord killed her, he had ran into the house and cradle her lifeless body, weeping, under the curious gaze of a babys green eyes. He vowed that day, to never love another, and to protect her son, at all costs. He took a part of her with him that day as a remindera soft light blue sweater, kept till this day in his private quarters, charmed to retain Lilys scent. In return, Lily took a part of him away toohis heart, or whats left of it. Another thing he wouldnt have say is that the first thing that came to his mind when he saw Harry Potter (and inevitably, Lilys eyes) wasHow I wish he was myand Lilysson instead. But then he had turned too bitter and lonely, after Lilys death, that he began to blame not only himself, but James Potter for everything his life had turned out to be. If it werent for that foul Potter, he might never have had to resort to the Dark Lord for protection. He might have continued his relationship with Lily and the boy before his eyes now would be sporting his own resemblance instead of James Potters. Thus, the deep-rooted prejudice took over him, putting before his eyes not an innocent child, but a reincarnation of James Potter. The sheer thrill of revenge for everything James Potter had done blinded him, driving him to treat Harry Potter as such, willfully ignorant to everything that points otherwise. After all, he had a role to play, an act to uphold, and this made everything, if not easier, believable. He never liked the Malfoys, except maybe for Draco. Lucius Malfoy was a cunning man, too cunning for Severus taste. He could manipulate almost everybody into doing what he wanted them to, resorting to any paths, be it money, bribery or even murder. In terms of manipulation, he was almost as good as Dumbledore. Severus had once been the victim of his manipulation, only pulling out at the eleventh hour, having discovering Malfoys ill intentions to present him to Voldemort as a disloyal servant, (not that Severus was ever loyal to that half-human, but he wasnt preparing on dying yet.) and discrediting Snape from Voldemorts trust. Severus blamed the Malfoys for what Draco had grown into. He had seen an innocent boy grow into a depressed teen under their duress, and judging by the way the elder Malfoy behave when his honor was threatened, Severus wasnt surprised when Draco turned into a bitter, angry Death Eater. It was only pity he felt for Draco. He didnt deserve that. Adding the fact that he had to pretend to be in their good graces No. He did not like the Malfoys. At all. He had quite a number of admirers when he was in Hogwarts, somewhere between twelve and sixteen. But he had Lily, and later, his bitter guilt and resentment, that he ignored all the girls (or monsters, in his opinion) that sought his heart. He recalled Narcissa Malfoy being one of the less subtle ones, Bellatrix another, though both were older than him. Nobody knows of this, except those involved in it. He still wonders if Lucius knows about Narcissas temporaryshall we say infatuation with him. Not that hes about to tell. He had worked very hard to acquire his trademark raised eyebrow and his collections of glares. He used to hang about in the infirmary under the disguise of obtaining Healing knowledge,

while secretly observing Poppy Pomfreys amazing methods in compelling students to comply. His raised eyebrow is still somewhat similar to Poppy Pomfreys, but with his own modifications to suit his more angular face. When he was ten, he had a dream to become the first wizard who went to the moon without an aircraft. Given the time he spent looking at the stars, it wasnt that surprising. But as he grew up, he found that the times were too dire for him to continue in this fanatical reverie, especially after he found himself in Hogwarts, or more specifically, in the House that bred Death Eaters. But secretly, that whimsical, insignificant rubbish still held a place somewhere in his head, and sometimes dominated his thinking. He was the person who invented the Anti-Gravity potion, after all, as a way to achieve his dream. He had tried, once, to escape the wizarding world when he was eighteen. Newly recruited into Voldemorts ranks, he discovered that he couldnt understand nor tolerate the twisted pleasure so many of his colleagues enjoy in the demented way of torturing helpless Muggles and wandless wizards. After all, he had once been the helpless victim under Tobias Snapes cruel hand. So, he emptied all his wizarding belongings, including his wand, into his vault in Gringotts, keeping only his key. He worked for a year in the Muggle world as a barkeeper, avoiding all contacts with the wizarding world before returning, inevitably, to the call (and wrath) of his Lord. He enjoys Christmas Feasts in Hogwarts, although he doesnt show it. Before Hogwarts, hed only heard of Christmas through tales from his mother, who usually paints Christmas in all its wonder with colourful tress and decorations, and also piles and piles of delicious food. Such was the scene he foundto his utmost delight in Hogwarts, in his first ever Christmas Feast. After his mothers death, Hogwarts became his home, and Christmas Feasts became a must, in remembrance of his mother. He used to wish he was a Gryffindor instead. He still does now, sometimes. After all, if hed been a Gryffindor, he would have been with Lily. James Potter and his cronies would never even stand a chance. But since the Mudblood incident, hed come to hate Gryffindor, thinking that every Gryffindor was a James Potter. It was also, regrettably, his fault that the Gryffindor-Slytherin feud had worsen because of his campaign against Potter. But now, as he looks back at his life, he still secretly blames the Sorting Hat for putting him with the snakes. Not that he hadnt turned into a Slytherin worthy of Salazar himself. But still. After Lily died, he always wore black, a silent sign of his mourning, and a neutral colour that would never betray his secret wish to be in Gryffindor, because, he might have resorted to wear Gryffindor colours just to remind himself of Lily. Not that hed ever forget her with those emerald eyes traipsing around on Harry Potters face. He had a funny urge to accept Dumbledores offer of his endless supply of lemon drops since he first met Dumbledore as Hogwarts Potions Master. Hed always wonder what it must have tasted like to obsess the Headmaster so much. Not surprising, though, considering the Headmasters rather eccentric behavior. But Severus had once wondered, for the slightest moment, whether he himself would be addicted if he tried one, and then berated himself for such an appalling thought. Still, he was tempted to take up Dumbledores offer, if only just to see the Headmasters reaction. He hated the Death Eater meetings. That much was obvious to whoever truly knows his loyalties. But hed never tell anyone, not even Dumbledore, how he detested those meetings where

he was forced through a seemingly endless farce with the group of people the world feared the most. He detested those raids where he was forced to witness the death of innocent Muggles with faked indifference. Before scheduled meetings with those bunches of cold-blooded goons, he had tried to escape several times, by means of alcohol and potions, foolishly indulging in the flicker of hope within him that these meetings will somehow carry on without him. Of course, he was disappointed every time. His alcohol, or occasionally potion, induced condition worsens the random curses Voldemort used to flick at them. He wisely abandoned that hope. Severus Snape was not the kind of person who might give compliments without lacing it with insults. But if he were given a dose of the strongest, purest Veritaserum, coupled with the threat of two nights under Bellatrix Lestrange, hed be spewing hundreds of compliments all day long, minus the insults. He was fiercely protective and proud of his students, Slytherins and Gryffindors alike, although he acted otherwise. Whenever a potion was brewed correctly, or a helping hand offered quickly, his mouth would twitch involuntarily to control the remark of approval on his tongue. However, being raised by his fathers iron hand, he believed that students, or children in general, grow and learn faster if not coddled with praise and undue affection. After all, hed grown up in a similar situation and it had driven him beyond his abilities, earning him the title of the youngest Potions Masters since Merlin himself. Severus had a rebellious streak in him. He would never admit it, and would gladly Obliviate the offending memory off the realms of his mind. When he was fourteen, he fashioned his hair into spikes just to offend the Charms professor who detested him for no apparent reason. He often visited Hogsmeade with that particular fashion whenever said Charms professor was on duty. Perfecting the picture with a pair of rugged Muggle jeans and a Beatles t-shirt, he was pleased when the Charms professor was driven up the wall. When the Charms professor finally succumbed, he took a pail of Permanent Ink for Quills and drew an appalling portrait of said professor, smiling disgustingly and planting a kiss on a Hippogriffs arse. The portrait still stands proudly in the third floor, somewhere in front of an unused classroom. Hed always held some respect for the Weasley twins. They were creative, though in Severus opinion, their creativity was put to waste in creating jokes. But he respected them, especially after the little mishaps they executed perfectly during Umbridges reign. The day they escaped, Severus had loosened the chains securing their brooms beforehand, correctly estimating their legendary escape. He never breathed a word to anyone about that, but that night, he received a thank-you note from the twins, and suggestions to pranking Umbridge. That night, a few Gryffindors found a list of pranks for Umbridge, hidden in one of their returned assignments. Every time he look at Hermione Granger, he is eerily reminded of his younger self, and Lily, poring over books in the library, always coming up with new spells and potions. And it is for that very same reason, he is always picked on in his House and classes, the know-it-all greasy git. Even so, Granger did not undergo the same treatment he did, probably because nobody wanted to mess with the Potter brat. He is glad, to some extent, that Potter at least had a brainiac on his side, to figure out the academic side which was sure to come to their aid in this prophetic war. He knows about the Dursleys treatment to the Potter bratafter the disastrous Occlumency lessons, he had a few suspicions which he proceeded to confirm after closely observing the boy. He hid food, no doubt for the summer to come, and brewed bruise balms in secret, not

even with the help of Granger. Severus was astonishednot only because Potter could actually brew a successful potion without any help when his performance in his classes were tragically dismalat the fact that the Potter boy wasnt in the least sense, like his father. He shared the same traits Severus himself used to havethin narrow frame from malnutrition, hiding food, bruise balms But Potter, being the Gryffindor he is, had one thing Severus could never have doneHe always has the courage to stand up for the bullied. Severus finally realized that what he had always perceived of Harry Potter was only a projection of his own mind, and not this innocent child, a child on which he had laid all his resentment for what James Potter had done, for the life he never could have. Thus, he had spent the following summer watching over the boy in the Dursleys impeccable garden, silently, subtly protecting him from the occasional physical blows and starvation, conjuring food from Hogwarts to sustain the boy. Sometimes, when Harry lay asleep in his bed, Severus would heal his bruises, and strengthened Harrys mind shields with his own impenetrable ones, offering whatever reprieve from the nightmares he now knew Harry suffered. When Harry went searching for the Horcruxes, Snape sent spies (namely, Dobby and a couple of house elves) to keep track of them. He tried to make sure that Harry would make through his exploits relatively unharmed, despite his workload in Hogwarts and Voldemorts watchful eye. When Harry was captured at the Malfoys, he was beside himself with fright. At times, he even had urges to capture the boy himself and hide him away, protecting him from his inevitable death. He had grown fond of the boy, ever since he realized Harry wasnt his father, but his mother. That night when Severus killed his beloved mentor, Harry had called him a coward. It had hurt, like a knife stabbed into the non-existing hollow where his heart was beginning to grow again. But Severus had hid it with anger, and quenched his hurt that night with sufficient alcohol to knock down a bear. After the war, Severus body was never found. In his tomb, there was only memory, and the Potions book Harry had held for so long. Severus had vanished off the surface of the Wizarding world, just as he had vanished in the thousands of peoples memories, excluding the few who knew his sacrifice. Those few years he spent recuperating and reassessing his life, sorting out the parts of himself which were forgotten in the dark days of his service to Tom Riddle. He didnt know what to expect of his lifehe most certainly never thought he could outlive Voldemort. He stayed in the house Lily used to stay in, where he used to have sleepovers and endless discussions, ignoring the extensive searches Harry led to find him, now that Severus had let him know that hes alive. One night, while going through Lilys stuff, he found a will Lily left him, untouched in the same drawers where Lily kept her most precious sketches of him. He cried that night for the second time in his life, after reading the letter, finally learning that Harry was biologically, his son. He loves Harry with all his might, especially when Harry came to acknowledge his parentage. He is secretly relieved and proud that Harry had grown into a fine man (yes, a man, and a boy no more), though he still wakes up at night, wondering what kind of shock he might receive from the Boy-Who-Still-Lives-To-Scare-Him. Frightening Severus Snape took a lot, but Harry limping back from an Auror raid was enough for Severus heart to leap to his throat. Not that hell ever admit it. But hed always tried to get Harry off the Auror Department, to no avail. He was frightened off his wits, that he might once again witness the same green eyes failing, falling into emptiness before his eyes. Hed never survive that. After all, hed finally come to terms that he hadnt lost whats left of his heart, and the love he found in Lily was completely restored in the boy who sported those emerald eyes.

These are the things Severus Snape would never say, but no words were needed when action speak louder than words. No words were needed because Harry understood, and that is all Severus needed, at the second chance of a life.