TOBIAS SNAPE
Chapter 2
TOBIAS SNAPE
My abusive, alcoholic, grandfather. There is no magical blood in him. As you can tell I don’t think much of him. He was born in Cokeworth in about 1935. Cokeworth is an industrial town and possibly the most polluted place in Britain. I don’t know much about him. I know that I had to keep away from him. To say he didn’t like magic is an understatement. He didn’t want it mentioned. He came from a working-class background, had found himself a beautiful woman and wanted a life that was like everyone else he knew. He worked at the pottery factory, from what I understand, it was in deliveries of some kind. I know he had to go out on boats sometimes and would come back dirty.
I’m not sure how poor they were when my mother and uncle were young but I know that clothes were passed around. The thing is that was normal and you didn’t think much of it. It is said that as soon as my Uncle Severus got on the Hogwarts Express, he changed into his robes. I can imagine my mother doing the same.
There is a box in the front room at Cokeworth. My grandmother bewitched it so that my mother and uncle could hide in there as children and be free from the beatings. The books on the shelves of Cokeworth are mostly magical but covered over so that if people came in the house, they wouldn’t see a strange title like 101 ways to transfigure a spider.
I haven’t seen him since June 1998. I went to tell him that his son had died. He didn’t seem to think he had one. I don’t really remember him I know that he used to go to church with all the other people of the town so that he could keep up the right appearance. I remember a look that he gave. It was very stern. His hair was curly, like my mother and uncle. It spread everywhere. Mine is like that too. That’s why my uncle always made me tie it back.
I don’t know what it must have been like for him to find out that his wife was a witch. Maybe that is why he started drinking so much. Family life isn’t something we talk about and on my side, we don’t know much about it. I know that Tobias Snape was devastated by the death of my mother. I imagine that my uncle put a memory charm on him but I am not sure, and I can’t ask him now. This tells me that he loved my mother and makes me feel better about him but it didn’t give me the best first impression of a muggle.
Finding out his wife was a witch can’t have been easy going. Your daughter is a witch too, must take after her. And now the son is a wizard as well. He never cared that his son was a powerful wizard. He was just annoyed that his son took after his wife’s magical family. Then your daughter marries a wizard. A strong one. The child she ends up with has strange hair and speaks like a snake. I was born a metamorphmagus. I am almost certain that he had no idea what that was. You have no idea about the world you are around. I had purple hair and would match the carpet at intermittent times of the day. He probably hated me. Hated what I represented and as much as my father hated what muggles represented.
My abusive, alcoholic, grandfather. There is no magical blood in him. As you can tell I don’t think much of him. He was born in Cokeworth in about 1935. Cokeworth is an industrial town and possibly the most polluted place in Britain. I don’t know much about him. I know that I had to keep away from him. To say he didn’t like magic is an understatement. He didn’t want it mentioned. He came from a working-class background, had found himself a beautiful woman and wanted a life that was like everyone else he knew. He worked at the pottery factory, from what I understand, it was in deliveries of some kind. I know he had to go out on boats sometimes and would come back dirty.
I’m not sure how poor they were when my mother and uncle were young but I know that clothes were passed around. The thing is that was normal and you didn’t think much of it. It is said that as soon as my Uncle Severus got on the Hogwarts Express, he changed into his robes. I can imagine my mother doing the same.
There is a box in the front room at Cokeworth. My grandmother bewitched it so that my mother and uncle could hide in there as children and be free from the beatings. The books on the shelves of Cokeworth are mostly magical but covered over so that if people came in the house, they wouldn’t see a strange title like 101 ways to transfigure a spider.
I haven’t seen him since June 1998. I went to tell him that his son had died. He didn’t seem to think he had one. I don’t really remember him I know that he used to go to church with all the other people of the town so that he could keep up the right appearance. I remember a look that he gave. It was very stern. His hair was curly, like my mother and uncle. It spread everywhere. Mine is like that too. That’s why my uncle always made me tie it back.
I don’t know what it must have been like for him to find out that his wife was a witch. Maybe that is why he started drinking so much. Family life isn’t something we talk about and on my side, we don’t know much about it. I know that Tobias Snape was devastated by the death of my mother. I imagine that my uncle put a memory charm on him but I am not sure, and I can’t ask him now. This tells me that he loved my mother and makes me feel better about him but it didn’t give me the best first impression of a muggle.
Finding out his wife was a witch can’t have been easy going. Your daughter is a witch too, must take after her. And now the son is a wizard as well. He never cared that his son was a powerful wizard. He was just annoyed that his son took after his wife’s magical family. Then your daughter marries a wizard. A strong one. The child she ends up with has strange hair and speaks like a snake. I was born a metamorphmagus. I am almost certain that he had no idea what that was. You have no idea about the world you are around. I had purple hair and would match the carpet at intermittent times of the day. He probably hated me. Hated what I represented and as much as my father hated what muggles represented.
