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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 WORDS: 1,834
i, being poor, only have my dreams
