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It felt like a dream. But he knew that it wasn’t.
It was all too real. Every step, every breath, and every word. Every hit, every swear, and every beating. Every laugh, smile, and tear. Every spell, rune, and potion. Every snide remark and every awful prank. Every simple mistake and horrible misdeed. Everything including his death. He remembered it all because it was all so real.
Severus held the side of his neck tightly. The pain of being bitten was still there, lingering hot under the surface of his skin. But he knew there wasn’t anything; it was just phantom pain. So slowly he removed his hands and placed them in his lap instead.
He took in a deep breath, then sighed. Wishing to go back to a few moments ago, when he was just playing alone on the field. Happy to finally be out of that hell he called home, silently dreading having to return there before the sunset. Afraid of what he might see when he walks in. Now he was too tired and confused to be scared. Or to care to be more accurate. As thirty-eight years of memories flashed through his seven-year-old mind, he did not doubt that he had already seen it all.
A part of him, a new part of himself, knew that if he didn’t do something about this he would go mad. So he did what he did best—suppressed the memories so that he could deal with them on a much later note. He couldn’t help but believe that it was a glimpse into his future. Was this the path he was bound to, that no matter what turn he took he would always end up at that point? Or was this a chance to change it? Of course, there were a few things that didn’t make sense like his mother being a witch.
She? A witch? Never. Imagine having such a wonderful ability and forsaking it for a man who does nothing but beat you and speak horrible things to you and your child. How could somebody with magic allow that to happen to them? But his mother had always been meek, if not a bit prideful for as long as he knew her. Which was all his life. But still, his mother? A witch? Never. But the thought wouldn’t leave him. And the feeling in his stomach only got worse.
Severus sighed, he hated this.
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Severus sighed and sat on his bed, sinking into the thin mattress. He was sporting a new black eye from school, and a soon-to-be bruise on his cheek from his father. Sure he was in a constant daze since last week causing him to do some really stupid shit. But that didn’t give anyone the right to hit him. Not that it matters what he thinks since they were probably going to hit him anyway, dazed or not.
None of that stopped him from thinking though. He was still trying to process everything. And he was slowly but surely. But his thoughts always seem to lead him back to one thing. Magic.
It wasn’t necessarily something he believed in but something he was certainly aware of if that made any sense. Like, he was pretty sure that God only sent miracles to his favorites, and he definitely wasn’t one of them. He was also pretty sure that his miracles didn’t include mending a broken plate before his drunk, angry father could see it. Or healing a broken nose in one night. Though it’s still a bit crooked. Or maybe they did, who knows? But right now, Severus firmly believed that it was all magic.
But it was all accidental magic if his other memories were to be believed. And if he wanted full or as much access to his magic as possible, he needed a wand. His mother’s wand at this point anyway.
It made his blood boil. Because if, and that was a really big if, his mother could do magic, then why? Why would she allow herself to fall to such depths, and to be at the mercy and whims of that man? It filled him with a particular rage he couldn’t quite describe yet but knew the feeling of all too well.
He hated how familiar he was with it.
Chucking his old ratty backpack to the side, intending to do his homework later, he laid down in bed and began to devise a plan. He had something that he was pretty sure no one else had. A glimpse into his own future. And it didn’t matter if it wasn’t all that accurate since it painted a pretty good prediction of what his future might look like.
And so he made an operation. And he called it... Okay, so he didn’t have a name for it yet. Not his fault for not being able to come up with cool operation names.
Summer vacation was going to begin in two weeks, and with the knowledge he had, he wasn’t planning on going back to school as the same boy as he was now. He was going to change for the better.
Step one of the plan. Find his mother’s wand, if she even has one. Do this when he was sure that neither of his parents would be home.
Step two, after getting the wand, search through his other memories and look for spells that could help him with everyday life, like cleaning and whatnot. Use them to improve himself and his household. Can’t use too many spells though, or else they would notice the difference.
Step three, get a part-time job for the summer. Why a job? Because kids need money too, obviously. And it would be a perfectly good reason to not be at home. Sure he would have to hide some of the money for when his father inevitably finds out. But he will think about that when the time comes.
For now, he has to figure out who would be willing enough to hire a seven-year-old part-time.