What if Snape never accepted the mark? Instead, he packed his bags the moment he graduated from Hogwarts and left to live somewhere else, somewhere far better than the gloomy, cold hands of the United Kingdom. The states, maybe. Hawaii sounded nice, and it seemed to be on its climb to vibrancy, so why not?
Cliché, but it was better than what he had before. He cut ties with everyone. No one could contact him, only very few knew where he was or had a clue about his whereabouts. Dumbledore had a little handy tracking spell placed on Snape after he realized that things would most definitely get hard to handle in the few coming years.
Three weeks of getting used to Hawaii, three months of making friends (astonishing news, I know), three years of bliss....that didn't last. Actually, three years hit a full bottleneck around October 31st.
Snape was simply returning from a party. He'd been attending them ever since year two, Easter, upon the request of a brunette-haired man who caught his eye. Thankfully, he'd only had a little to drink, though, that couldn't stop the wobbling of his ankles and the knocking of his knees from making their unwanted appearance.
Snape twisted the key leading into his home and stepped in, slipped off his tight shoes, hung a coat, and pushed his fingers through his (now cut short) hair. He flicked the light switch on and nearly had a heart attack because of what he returned to.
Not a corridor leading to the living room. Not an empty couch that usually called his name. No.
Instead, he was met with two sweaty, dusty men, one scarred and one holding a bloody infant in his arms. Both people Snape was certain he wouldn't have to see again. The scarred man raised his hand and waved awkwardly, the one carrying the infant scowled.
Snape fainted.
Part Two
Edit: this is a fic now called 'Of One Blood', but it's still known as The Unmarked Life of Severus Snape. If you liked this, then go check the official version out! Ty for the support <3
