Reincarnated as Snape: A Journey to Legendary Power

Cokeworth

Hilandera Street

In a humble, if not neglected, house, one can see the peeling paint revealing layers of different colors, as if the house tells a story through its skin. Cracked and crumbling bricks peek through the surface, like scars from the passage of time.

In a small, dark room, one can see the shadow of a tall, thin young man with raven black hair and dark, penetrating eyes that seemed to pierce the soul. His face, pale and marked by lines of expression, reflected a life of suffering and bitterness.

POV

What happened?

Did I die?

The last thing I remember was the truck, I was walking home after returning from the mission, speaking of that did they hear that a Harry Potter series is going to come out?

I remember when I lived in a world where darkness seemed to reign. My home, far from being a haven of peace and love, was a place steeped in pain and fear. My father, a man tormented by his own demons, subjected me to constant physical and verbal abuse, which turned my childhood into an endless nightmare.

The marks on my body, both physical and emotional, were a constant reminder of the cruelty that surrounded me. Each day was a struggle for survival, a desperate attempt to escape the reality that was consuming me.

One day, while wandering the dusty streets of his town, Tomás came across a small, cozy bookstore. Attracted by the magic that emanated from the place, he entered timidly, his eyes scanning the shelves filled with stories waiting to be discovered.It was then that his eyes fell on a book with an emerald green cover and gold letters that shone under the dim light of the place. It was "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone," the first book in the saga that would change his life forever.

With trembling hands, Tomás took the book and opened it with reverence. J.K. Rowling's words transported him to a magical world full of adventure, friendship, and courage.

With each page he turned, Tomás delved deeper into the story, forgetting for a moment the pain and sadness that tormented him.

Any soldier, but one of the deadliest on the planet: a Navy SEAL.

War and combat strategies became my second language, precision and speed my creed. I was a fighting machine, a human weapon. 

My comrades nicknamed me "Mad Dog," a nickname that, while sometimes unsettling to me, also gave me a tactical advantage: it intimidated my enemies.

My entry into the SEAL program was a baptism of fire.

The movies didn't do justice to the intensity of the training. It was like being sculpted anew, forging a body and mind of steel. Hand-to-hand combat, martial arts, marksmanship, endurance, each day was a new challenge to overcome.

I learned to camouflage myself like a ghost, to survive in the most hostile conditions, and to master torture techniques, not as an executioner, but as a strategist. It was a set of skills as diverse as it was lethal.

Being a Navy SEAL wasn't just a job, it was a way of life. A commitment to excellence, discipline, and camaraderie. It was to be part of a brotherhood of warriors united by a common goal: to protect our country and defend its values.

Along the way, I became "Mad Dog," a ruthless warrior on the battlefield, but also a man of integrity and loyalty. An elite soldier who had transcended expectations, forging his own legend.

And now?

Just a teenager, but not just any teenager. Waking up in this body, in this world, a wave of memories washes over me. Memories that don't belong to me, but are now mine. I am Severus Snape, and I have been thrown into a magical universe, a world where darkness looms over Britain.

A chill runs down my spine as I remember the future that awaits me. Voldemort, the Dark Lord, terrorizes the nation, leaving a trail of pain and death in his wake. And I, Severus Snape, intertwined with this tragic destiny.

Delving into the recesses of my memory, I discover a childhood marked by desolation. A mother unable to cope with her husband's violence, an alcoholic father who transformed his initial kindness into terrifying rage. A home filled with resentment and fear, where light could barely penetrate.

Severus's life, until now, has been a story of pain and loneliness. A child scarred by abandonment and cruelty, seeking refuge in the shadows, in the world of magic and sorcery.

Memories that don't belong to me, but are now mine. I am Severus Snape, and I have been thrown into a magical universe, a world where darkness looms over Britain.

A shiver runs down my spine as I recall the future that awaits me. Voldemort, the Dark Lord, terrorizing the nation, leaving a trail of pain and death in his wake. And I, Severus Snape, intertwined with this tragic destiny.

Delving into the recesses of my memory, I discover a childhood marked by desolation. A mother unable to cope with her husband's violence, an alcoholic father who transformed his initial kindness into terrifying rage. A home filled with resentment and fear, where light could barely penetrate.

Severus's life, until now, has been a story of pain and loneliness. A child scarred by abandonment and cruelty, seeking refuge in the shadows, in the world of magic and sorcery.

But this new "me" is not resigned to this fate. I am a new soul in this body, a being with the capacity to change the course of history. I will not allow the darkness to consume Severus Snape. I will find the strength and determination to fight against Voldemort, to protect the innocent and forge my own path.

This is the beginning of my journey, a journey through time, tragedy, and hope. A journey where Severus Snape will become more than just a name in a Harry Potter book. He will become the symbol of change in both the magical and non-magical worlds.