“Daddy?” the little boy whimpered. “Are you mad?”

The little boy with greasy black hair and a sharp, hooked nose stared up at his father who was red in the face, his fists clenched.

The little boy was lost, confused. He didn’t know what was so wrong about accidentally setting their lunch on fire. It was magic, after all. He knew all about it from his mum.

But his father clearly was unhappy. The little boy whimpered again and slowly walked backwards, away from his unstable father.

“You,” his father started slowly and angrily. “You little snot!”

His mother, who had been cleaning up the food manually, paused and looked up, with a frown on her face.

“Tobias, don’t,” she started, her voice on edge. As much as she may have neglected her little boy at times, magic wasn’t ever anything she’d be upset or compromise about.

There had been a time, once upon a time, that the three of them were actually happy.

But that was only once upon a time, once upon a time when magic didn’t exist in Tobias Snape’s world.

“DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO EILEEN!” Tobias roared, a vein popping out visibly at the side of his neck. He looked beyond dangerous.

The little boy said nothing. Instead, he did what he knew best: he ran.

Away from the kitchen and out the door, away from Spinner’s End and towards the neighborhood park, where he knew she would be waiting.

She, with vivid red hair and sparkling green eyes, looked like Christmas. Christmas at the Snapes used to be a fun affair, or so the photographs told.

Now, it was nothing more than another day when the little boy named Severus rued having been born to a father like Tobias Snape rather than her parents, who were always smiling and always encouraging, even from afar.

It was there that Severus ran as a little boy, but it wasn’t there that she was.

The park was empty, quiet and lonely. The swings weren’t flying in the air and the grass wasn’t littered with other children, laughing with their parents.

Severus walked slowly towards the swings, towards the one that he always saw her sitting on, laughing and smiling with her older sister, who was nothing compared to her.

The seat slightly damp from leftover rain, and the metal chains were cold. Nevertheless, in the same place that she sat, Severus could feel his heart warming, just slightly and just enough.

He sat there, silently swinging for an unbeknownst period of time. Severus was lost in his thoughts, lost in his self-pity, and lost in his anger.

Muggles. That’s what his father was.

Muggles. Magic-less and clearly the worst of them all.

But not her. No, she wasn’t a Muggle. The many times he saw her flying through the air, unscathed and unharmed, and the many times he saw her literally charming flowers from her hands proved to Severus that she wasn’t a Muggle.

Severus would have to set her straight in time. She couldn’t be around folks like her sister, plain and boring, because she was like Severus, magical.

The word lingered, as Severus’s mind twisted itself around the word. Severus didn’t just have magic; he was magical. His mother’s magical roots traced itself back to the beginning of time, and Severus had caught some of those old newspapers that his mother kept out of nostalgia for her past.

His mother wasn’t just any magical folk. She was Eileen Prince. She had won prizes and awards for her intelligence, and she was the captain of the Gobstones team. Her marriage to a Muggle had warranted in, an albeit small, announcement in The Daily Prophet.

But his mother was weak. That was the one thing that Severus vowed himself to never become. Weak in character and sympathetic towards the Muggles.

His mother would have been great; she could have married another like herself and Severus might have been born to a family that welcomed magic, entertained magic, only liked magic.

Instead, his mother chose to go beneath herself, tainting herself with the likes of his father. Severus would never forgive his mother of that, no matter how worthy of a connection she might be in the future.

It was almost as if Eileen Prince herself had an inkling that her son was sporting ravaging thoughts about her, as she appeared in front of Severus, quietly and like a ghost, only moments later.

“Go away,” Severus told his mother harshly.

He didn’t want her tainting this place, this one place that she was.

“Will you listen to me for a moment, Severus?” Eileen begged of her son. She didn’t fault him for his antagonism. After all, she had brought it upon herself.

Severus said nothing, and Eileen took his silence for a yes, sitting herself down on a swing next to him.

The chains creaked and the wind whistled in the air. Still, neither of the pair spoke a word as they silently sat side by side, both absorbed in their own thoughts.

It was Eileen who broke the silence in the end.

“Your father doesn’t understand how magic has been a part of the Muggles for so long, even if they don’t have it. He doesn’t understand that even in his beloved history books, we wizarding folks can still be found,” Eileen heaved a heavy sigh. Tobias Snape had attracted her because of his remarkable intelligence and his no nonsense attitude.

She had no idea that even his intelligence can be this misguided and his attitude directed towards herself. Eileen sometimes found herself wondering why she couldn’t have married a pureblood. 

Eileen continued, sneaking a glance at her son, whose face was as unreadable as ever. “Your father especially loves Russian history. It was always so full of mystery and twists and turns, and that really excited him. He loved the unknown, but he never realized that the unknown was also his biggest fear.”

Severus wasn’t quite sure where his mother was going with this story. It was no doubt that Tobias Snape loved history, and in particular: Russian history.

The entire house was littered with history books, none of which interested Severus.

“Your father loved studying Rasputin, most of all, because Rasputin was always so controversial. Was he actually helping the Czar or was he trying to bring down the entire Imperial Russia? Did Rasputin worship a pagan God, or was he simply misunderstood? Your father loved it all; he loved Rasputin,” Eileen said, a small smile curving at her lips at the old memory.

“What is your point, Mother?” Severus asked harshly. He didn’t allow her to stay so she can babble on and on about his father.

Eileen threw her son a scathing look. “That is no way to ever speak to someone in an advantaged position than you. The best man is the one that always waits his turn with patience. I’m telling you this because Rasputin was magical.”

For the rest of his life, those three sentences would haunt Severus.

Severus never liked Rasputin, though the Russian historical character was certainly intriguing. The idea that Rasputin, a man so loved and yet so hated, was one of the main factors for the downfall of an entire Muggle empire twisted itself deep into Severus’s mind.

“Sev, you need to stop obsessing about Rasputin. He’s a horrid man, using magic to make the Muggles suffer,” the beautiful and smart Lily would reprimand him, her lush, red lips pursed and her dainty, slender hands placed on her curvy hips.

As perfect as Lily was, she wouldn’t understand. It wasn’t a fault of hers, but rather an unavoidable occurrence due to her incontrollable background. Lily wouldn’t understand how the Muggles needed to be subdued; magic was where the power lied.

Severus needed to bid his time and play his cards right. His mother’s words had resonated with him, even if she had lost respect in his eyes. His strength in the Dark Arts and his refusal to acknowledge his Muggle father gained Severus respect amongst the ranks of the Slytherins who mattered.

Avery and Mulciber deemed him as good as one of them, so long as he recognized that Lily was still inferior, despite her superior physical appearance. Malfoy found his determination to rid the Wizarding world of Mudbloods and to subdue the Muggles to their rightful place resourceful.

Severus knew how to play his cards right. As much as he regretted it, his subconscious was quite grateful that Lily was no longer his friend, come sixth year.

The Dark Lord was recruiting, and either way, it would be for Lily’s future benefit if he could be amongst one of the few whom the Dark Lord trusted.

At least then, Severus would be able to protect Lily in ways that only Potter couldn’t hope to.

Severus would become Rasputin. His mistakes with Lily will be corrected in the future when he rose in the ranks of the Dark Lord, and along the way, he would bring down the entire Muggle population.

It was quite the perfect plan, so long as Severus played his cards right and waited his turn.

Severus vowed to himself that he would be the ones rewriting the history books. Rasputin would become a forgotten figure because Severus would overshadow him with his greatness.

Severus sobbed and sobbed. The tears continued to cascade down his face even when he thought he was done sobbing.

What was he doing?

How could he have been so stupid?

Severus hated himself at this moment; he could have prevented this. If he hadn’t ever called Lily the M word, if he had tried harder to keep Lily away from Potter

Potter was the reason she’s dead. If dear, precious Lily never had Potter’s child, then she could have joined Severus in the Dark Lord’s ranks.

Severus hated himself; he hated the promise he made to Dumbledore, but he had to do it. He had to do it because it was his fault Lily Evans is dead.

Severus hated that Potter had to drag Lily down into the dumps with him.

How dare Potter ever try to prevent Lily from doing what was right? How dare Potter try to keep Lily away from him, Severus? Did Potter not understand that he, Severus, was far more capable than him, Potter?

Double agent…

Severus reflected bitterly about his obsession with Rasputin; he was really Rasputin now. He was now playing the part that everyone hated and no one trusted.

Severus would now have to be the person that Dumbledore relied on to defeat the Dark Lord, and Severus would now have to be the person that the Dark Lord relied on to defeat Harry Potter, the spawn of the devil himself.

If it weren’t for Lily and the guilt he would feel every time looking into those emerald green eyes, Severus would never protect Harry Potter.

What good could Severus do for himself to fight for the losing side? What good could Severus do for himself to put his faith and trust in a boy of mediocre talent?

Nothing. Nothing good and beneficial could happen, but Severus vowed to himself that he would have to stick with the promise he made to Dumbledore.

Severus came, Severus saw, and Severus would conquer.

All for Lily, always









A/N: Hello! This is written for a challenge, and I had to write about Rasputin. This is just my own spin on Rasputin's story. 

What did you guys think? Snape is one of my least favorite character in the entire series, so I hope I did him justice. 

Please leave a review! (:

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