It’s wild how some people attack nine-year-old Snape for a burst of accidental magic.
Imagine someone like Petunia poking at every raw nerve: mocking your looks, poverty, and family—relentlessly pressing your deepest insecurities. Be honest how many of you would actually keep your cool?? Yeah, thought so. But sure, let’s hold nine-year-old Snape to standards most adults struggle to meet.
Sorry—not sorry—that Severus Snape was nine. Sorry that he was neglected and surrounded by violence. Sorry he felt so insecure after being humiliated for wearing his mother’s clothes, passed down out of poverty, in front of his peers. Sorry he didn’t have years of therapy to regulate his emotions and meet your impossibly high standards for 'acceptable reactions.'
But sure, keep judging a child just trying to survive in a world that offered him nothing but pain. If labeling a traumatized kid a 'Nazi' or 'terrorist' makes you feel superior, go ahead.
(How easy it is to condemn a child for being human.)
