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Kat's 50 Ficlets of the Duplicity of Severus Snape- Sa13+ Original Picture by ~Monday-----AR from Deviant Art Disclaimer: The HP universe and the character of Severus Snape is property of JK Rowling. Severus Snape was a man of few words most of the time, yet even in those few words we learn of the complexities that make up the man he was both in front of and behind the scenes. So keep an eye out for stories on the good, the bad and the greasy sides of our beloved potions master. 50 Potions Brewed - - - 12 Detentions Given The students’ abdominal work was going to be the death of him. Snape couldn’t honestly understand how they could possibly get the answers wrong when they were all right there in the lessons and books. They just had to pay attention to what was going on around them and actually use their brains. Pay Attention…ha! With a grumble he summoned a headache tonic from his stock to him, the man not willing to stand and get it for himself. He caught it in hand with ease despite his throbbing head, downing it in one swallow. Now to push through the pain-developing work that started it all, his quill already moving and marking the dozens of mistakes. The potions master couldn’t even been to think of what was worse…Longbottom blowing up cauldrons in class or one of the Weasleys making unintelligent guesses on their homework. Maybe he should just summon a book to clock himself in the head and knock him out until he was either retired or dead. Yeah…that would work. |
2. Avada Kedavra He nearly flew like the bat he was often likened to as he made his way up to the astronomy tower. Time was of the essence and he knew that the moment was upon them. The moment he had been dreading all term since first learning of Draco’s assignment. “So be it,” Dumbledore returned, the two both knowing his time was short anyway. The memory was clear as day yet as he got closer and closer to the highest point of the castle, his heart often thought as empty beat heavily within his chest. Finally Snape came across the scene, the blonde haired boy standing across from the white with his fellow death eaters circled round. This was it…now or never. It was either him or leave the man who he had trusted his life and very soul for years to the likes of Bellatrix and Greyback. And with two simply words as his wand was raised, the line was drawn and his decision was made. “Avada Kedavra!” |
His lips were moving a mile a minute muttering counter curses in the hope of counteracting whatever spell was being used to jinx the first year’s broom. Merlin knew if it would work without knowing the actual spell but it wasn’t like the potions master had a limited knowledge of spells to work from. All he knew however was that no amount of the charmed broom’s magic would save Potter from a nasty fall should he or the boy himself lose complete control. “FIRE!…” The cry went out through the tower of seats he was in, yet Snape did his best to ignore it. It wasn’t until he felt the warmth at his feet and a fellow spectator motioned to his robes edge burning that he couldn’t well avoid paying attention to his predicament. Putting it out quickly, the professor turned back to the skies to check for his target once more. But it was too late and his focus was broken and his gaze looked out to a pitch filled with relief as the Gryffindor seeker regained his seat. “That ones for you Potter…” he muttered, thinking back to another black haired boy, as he sat back down himself. |
http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k2...E/SnapeBad.jpg 4. Blasting Curse It was supposed to be a simple attack without warning. In and out and the team of identically clad figures would have done what the Dark Lord had directed with no one the wiser until it was too late. Yet within a few minutes of their appearance on the scene it had turned into utter chaos. The ministry had apparently gotten notice and members of an auror squad had met up with them wands drawn. "Confringo!" the raven-haired former Slytherin cast, shooting it at the wall nearest his opponent. He was rewarded with an explosion that caught the unsuspecting auror in the side sending him sprawling. Satisfied that his tail had been subdued, Severus spun back to the direction his fellows were in, his death eater robes billowing in his movements. The familiar green light show soon appeared in the sky signaling their work here was done despite interference. “You will pay for their interference…the Dark Lord will not be pleased,” Dolohov remarked loudly with a laugh as the trio regrouped. Snape had just enough time to notice the outcome of their attack…his first real act as a death eater, before they disappeared into identical puffs of black smoke. |
“My office NOW…Mr. Potter!” Snape’s words rang out through the emptying classroom, the weight of them feeling as if they were physically pushing the young man in question towards the offending room. Shutting the door behind him with a slam, the potions master sealed it with a wordless spell and flick of the wrist. The squelching of the magic taking hold the only sound in the dungeon room as the two men starred at each other. “Do you delight in testing your limits?” Severus questioned the stubborn Gryffindor with words that had double-meaning. The boy was just as annoying as his father at times. Maybe not always as he gave the impression that it was, but more times then he cared to think about. “Of course not…Professor,” Potter answered, adding the last as a formality. “Then I would advise not questioning my words,” the potions master warned. “Can I go now?” Snape’s only answer a motion to leave that simultaneous freed the door, the boy leaving and doing his best not to appear to rush. “10 points from Gryffindor…” he muttered as he was left alone. Keeping Potter safe was one thing…didn’t mean he had to be nice about it. |
6. Crucio He bowed down, half-kneeling in pain, the shadow of the dark lord hovering over him as he circled like a vulture rather then the snake he was so often compared to. Snape had known to expect punishment for his insolence in delaying his answer to the dark mark’s call. "Why....isss it that you return now, Ssseverus?" Voldemort hissed, watching the younger man as he reacted to his own actions. “Even Luciusss returned by my side when I called.” “My apologies milord,” Severus replied careful not to raise his eyes to the resurrected man. “It was imperative to stay behind. To keep my cover and make it appear as if I return on Dumbledore’s order.” “I ssssee,” the dark lord replied sending another bout as an afterthought, the curse hitting the potions professor for but a moment before it was removed again. “Very well…he will certainly regret the day he trusted you,” he added with a hissing cackle before turning with a florish and leaving the room, a gaggle of deatheaters afraid to challenge the man more creature then human following in his wake. “Yes…he will,” Severus replied in agreement his exact meaning unsure. |
His parents’ voices could be heard from the kitchen as he stood on the top of the staircase. Tobias Snape loud and half-drunken it was safe to assume and Eileen’s more quiet…stoic. A boy of about eight stood almost timidly as he listened, his limp black locks half-covering his face where a look of befuddlement marred his milky skin. All Severus had done was try to repeat what he had done that afternoon on his own at the dinner table for his parents to see. The pale boy having been quite taken by surprise when a leaf had turned into a frog in the palm of his hand like out of one of those stories his mother told when he was younger and his father wasn’t around. And all he had been doing was seeking help from his confusion on how it had happened. That’s when it had started….his father’s yelling. Something about not normal…and one of you…that was all Severus made out at first, his mind still torn himself on what was wrong. When was being like one’s parent all that bad? |
http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k2...apeGoodBad.jpg 8. Diffindo To cut or to sever… Severus. Even my name sounds more bad then good. As if even at birth I was meant to be like a knife cutting through whatever it was I was working with. Snape shook his head and tried to go back to his thinking on the original word he was studying. To cut… Like a sopohorous bean for the Draught of Living Death. No...You’re supposed to crush the bean to get the juice if you have any sort of skill to know what you’re doing. “Having fun with your inner monologue?” “Much…do you mind?” “No…of course not. Just want to know…are you old Snape or young Snape?” “Does it matter?” “Well it would make it clearer.” “It’s my monologue. As long as I know, that’s all that matters.” “Fine…fine…just one more thing.” Snape sighs and points wand and I raise my hands in surrender. “Okay…okay…I’m going…I’m going.” |
He had failed. Severus had tried to protect his former friend as soon as he had realized the prophecy he had overheard was about her son. Had nearly begged the Dark Lord to leave her be yet he should have known it wouldn’t have worked. For even if he had agreed to spare her life, Severus should have known the brave Gryffindor that Lily was wouldn’t stand by at let her own child simply die in front of her. So as the day changed from All Hallo’s Eve to the morning after, the potions master was alone in the eerily quiet home at Godric’s Hollow. Alone but for the Boy Who Lived awake in the crib beside him. His emotions were nearly spent as he took his time mourning a life so recently lost and a friendship so long ago divided. With sounds beginning to be heard from below, Snape knew it was only a matter of time before he was joined upstairs. And surely he couldn’t be found by friend or foe. So with a sigh and one final look at Lily’s limp form, he turned away and disappeared with a pop. |
http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k2...E/SnapeBad.jpg 10. Engorgio “Who stands here as representative for the new recruit?” Riddle asked looking to his gathered supporters for an answer as Severus stood to the front of the room in the place of honor for the evening. Tonight was his initiation…the day he finally became part of something in hopes of belonging. “I do,” Lucius answered, the blonde stepping forward looking quite smug about the fact almost as if hit by a spell. At least it seemed to the raven-haired teenager a few years younger then his companion. It had taken a bit of persuasion for Snape to agree until events had finally pushed him over the edge. So Malfoy appearing as if his success was such a n accomplishment was a joke…it wasn’t his actions that did it. Someone’s head needed a good Reducio. Focus Snape…this is it. The moment when those who had hated you would have reason to fear you. His attention brought back as the man who called himself Voldemort appeared back before him having missed any response to the blonde deatheater as his mind had wandered. “Arm forward Severus Snape….and take my mark.” “Morsmordre!” The Dark Mark blooming on his pale skin. It was done. |
http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k2.../SnapeGood.jpg 11. Expecto Patronum The first time it had happened, it had been quite a surprise to the repentant potions master. He knew the significance, the shadowy form’s human counterpart so recently deceased and no doubt on his mind as she was one of the reasons for his change of heart. But even when they had been friends, the spell had never pointed to her. It had been a completely different shape the few times he had managed it so why should it have changed all of a sudden? “EXPECTO PATRONUM!” he cast, thinking of one of the rare sweet moments in his life to bring him out of his melancholy. The doe formed once more, prancing from the tip of his wand before turning to face him looking almost sadly. As if feeling sorry for him. Snape couldn’t help but sigh…Perhaps it wasn’t going to help his mood. |
http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k2.../SnapeGood.jpg 12. Furnunculus Severus had been deep at work in the quiet potions lab, testing out improvements to the standard boil-cure potion. Sure it was simplistic and something that was taught to first and second years but one had to start somewhere when one was bored, and he had already mastered those brews of his year. Finding 3 measures of crushed snake fangs seemed to work better then four and a lower temperature was ideal when warming the potion at the integral moments, the Slytherin wrote down notes as he worked. At last he was finished, setting his stirring rod and wand aside. Now where could he find a person to shoot a certain spell at so he could test if it worked? His ebony eyes looking upward almost as if searching for the Gryffindor tower through the ceiling of the room. Potter? Black? Nah. He’d want them to KEEP their boils. Sneer. |
http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k2...E/SnapeBad.jpg 13. Flagrate The words of the latest plan of attack were written there plain as day for those gathered servants to see, ablaze in lettering made of fire itself. New ones added as they were spoken from the Dark Lord’s lips. Were the theatrics really necessary? He mused as he listened. A simple explanation of what was to happen and what each cloaked figure was to do or not do would have been enough. But now was not the time for speaking it was a time for behaving as any truly obedient servant. “Enough!” Riddle exclaimed with a roar as two of his followers disagreed over one thing or another, the flaming words flaring up in reaction before the Dark Lord ended the magic. “It will be done as I say and it will be done tonight." Severus nodded as did the others, the potions master ready to attend to his task. “If you can't take the heat, don't tickle the dragon, eh Snape?” Rookwood mused as he passed the other man in his dispersal. The man laughing as he left leaving Snape as he briefly glanced back into the emptying room. A dragon isn’t that far from a snake after all. |
http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k2.../SnapeGood.jpg 14. Horn Tongue There were two Gryffindors who were lucky he couldn’t move his tongue at the moment. Shoot…he couldn’t even FEEL his tongue as he sat on the edge of the bed in the hospital wing nearly seething. And it was a good thing…for their sakes. Else he would be using it to cast ever hex he could think of…and even a few he might make up to get them back for what they had done. “Sit still Mr. Snape, or else I’ll sedate you,” the school matron warned sternly as she went about fixing the issue. A mixture of magic and prankster creativity having hit the Slytherin half-blood full on that she now had to sort through. Fighting the urge to glare, Severus reluctantly obeyed. It wasn’t like he could do anything until he was healed and wasted energy was just that…wasted energy. But when he was free…oh when he was free. Potter and Black were done for. |
http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k2...apeGoodBad.jpg 15. Hurling Hex You are up in the stands watching a friend of yours playing quidditch when suddenly he seems in very grave danger. His broom was bucking and shifting and threating to throwing him off. A hurling hex! Someone was cursing the broom! Your eyes look around and land upon the form of the potions professor, his mouth moving quickly as if muttering something. It was HIM! Without a second thought you rush down from where you sit and up closer to him, knowing you have to stop him from hurting Harry but still not sure how. Finally you light Professor Snape’s robe’s on fire, hoping it would distract him at least. And when the broom stops its jerky movements you know you are successful. The pale man suddenly focused more on the flames lapping at his hem then the actions on the pitch. Take that Professor Snape…for trying to hurt a student. |
http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k2.../SnapeGood.jpg 16. Impedimenta Severus was doing his best to escape from the castle. It seemed it wasn’t his day today and he really wasn’t going to push his luck any more than he had to. So far so good and he was just a young man and his potions book and the outside world. “Impedimenta.” The jinx coming from the unfortunately familiar voice was heard only seconds before its effects took place. Severus froze in place unable to move further forward as he was stopped by the spell. However still able to move in general, he spun around, wand raised at his attackers. “Expelliarmus.” Sirius cast stopping the Slytherin from attacking back. “Nice one James,” he added congratulating his best friend on the catch as the two Gryffindors laughed over the situation. Snape sighed as his wand went flying despite his grip on the wood. “Yes…great catch…when its two against one,” he remarked trying to stand firm but slowly stepping back as he debated what to do next. “I wouldn’t be so smug then,” James remarked about to cast something more when his own wand was misplaced. “Detention Potter…Black.” Temporary Justice. |
http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k2...apeGoodBad.jpg 17. Imperio Snape stood in the ministry courtroom, his ankles and wrists shackled with magical restraints. As if he could do much without his wand that had been previous handed over. His fate would be decided within these walls, the Wizamagot all staring out at him with their judgmental eyes surely thinking two words. Death-eater Azkaban Some of his former…associates had chosen to lie to cover their tracks. Claimed they were under the imperious curse, their actions controlled by others. He might have considered some kind of defense for himself but his heart was not in it. Not when the one person he had cared anything about was now dead by his former master’s hand. “I stand in defense of this man,” the great Albus Dumbledore spoke, rising to his feet from the gallery around the courtroom. His words spoke of an offer of life…and freedom. Or rather just life, seeing as he learned years down the line that the offer had strings attached. Strings that were attached to the one living connection to the woman who was the reason for his darkened heart. Lily’s son. |
http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k2.../SnapeGood.jpg 18. Incarcerous April brought with it many things. Rain…flowers…warmer weather. But for four years in Hogwarts’ history it also brought on the birthday and the antics of two troublesome red-headed twins. This year was the fake hippogriff dung that they had used in their potion with thankfully none-too-bad negative results…other than Snape’s anger. It was probably a good thing Dumbledore wasn’t around and able to use legitimacy on him. He doubted the headmaster would be pleased at the images in his head for their punishment. Ropes tying them to the Whomping Willow were one of the ideas that came to mind. “It was only a joke…” Fred remarked. “Detentions for both of you Misters Weasley,” the potions master informed the two Gryffindors, their faces falling in response. “And I doubt you’ll find them funny.” Though perhaps he would…depending on what he was allowed to have them do. |
19. Jelly Legs The night had not gone well and Voldemort had taken it out on his followers, himself included. Spell upon spell had been cast and he hadn’t been able to escape much. After apparating to Hogsmeade, Snape had done his best to continue his journey to relative safety. His legs felt like liquid as he struggled to make his way back towards the castle. Collapsing on the courtyard steps, he was found like Dumbledore and the school matron, the former having went in search of the potions master after no response had been sent at his message. If asked how he had managed, he doubted he could answer, having no clue how he had eventually made it very nearly unable to stand. “Poppy…see that he’ll be alright,” the elder man instructed the woman beside him. “Yes Headmaster,” Madam Pomfrey replied, conjuring a stretcher and helping him upon it. “Do behave for the woman, Severus,” Dumbledore mused as they headed away from him, the man in question unable to answer as he slipped in and out of consciousness. |
http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k2.../SnapeGood.jpg 20. Knitting Charm Surely when something was up with a Gryffindor student, speaking with said student should land on the shoulders of the head of house…right? Yet somehow Snape found himself with the insufferable know-it-all facing him waiting for him to speak. Darn bloody McGonagall and her calling in favors. “Miss Granger, do you have any clue as to why you are here? “No professor,” she answered, apparently for once NOT knowing it all. “Was there something about my homework?” Severus shook his head, waving off the inquiry. “No, there is not. But for one, you will cease and desist any and all knitting activities. And you are not to make any further clothes for the house-elves. Is that understood?” “Yes Professor Snape. Is that all?” “Indeed,” he answered folding his arms. “Kindly see yourself out.” The girl obeying for once without too much fuss. With a sigh he leaned back ever so slightly in his chair and shook his head. Gryffindors…always trying to save the world. |
http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k2...E/SnapeBad.jpg 21. Langlock Of all the Dark Lord’s followers he had to be saddled with to share his home with it had to be the former Marauder. Pettigrew almost made his time around Lupin and even...Merlin forbid…Black while doing Order business seem more bearable with his annoying antics. Almost. And he couldn’t quite get it through his head that Snape more often than not needed, no preferred, quiet when he was brewing. “Wormtail…if you do not be quiet, I will make you be quiet,” Severus spoke coldly at his companion. His ebony eyes narrowing at the short rat-like man as if daring him to test his threat. The graduated Gryffindor, to his weak credit, finally did what was asked, going back to puttering around the dark house leaving the potions master to his work. Except it wasn’t too last long before Wormtail eventually returned to the room being loud in his shuffling movements and mumbling. Snape’s hand grasped loosely on his wand in his pocket, ready to take aim until the potion beside him turned the desired color signaling it was time for the next step. The wand falling from his hold back into his pocket. Sigh. Another time. |
http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k2.../SnapeGood.jpg 22. Legilimens The first time it had happened, the first time Potter had managed to block the spell and reversed it, the onslaught of his own memories had been quick flashes through his inner eye. He almost hadn’t registered it at first until he noticed the black hair in each flashing frame wasn’t the messy locks inherited by James Potter’s son but the greasy black strands he himself had been cursed with from one Tobias Snape. “Enough!” he said breaking the silence and the progression of the memories, his ink-black eyes closing for a moment to regain himself. Severus wasn’t about to keep any sort of connection open between them while the weakness existed…not when the very reason for the occlumency lessons was the Dark Lord’s connection to Potter. Finally he opened his eyes once more to see a fifth year halfway between his usual smugness and transfixed surprise. “Taken back by what you saw…hmm Mr. Potter?” he questioned pretending to be bemused and returning to his normal cool persona. Not that he was waiting for an answer from the boy in any way “You’re dismissed.” |
http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k2.../SnapeGood.jpg 23. Levicorpus As Potter left, Severus starred off to one corner of the dank dungeon room before it hit him. He didn’t know what the boy had in fact seen out of the memories he had pulled from his mind to keep them safe ironically. Who would have thought the Gryffindor was more likely to see them in the penseive then in his mind. …if only he hadn’t be called away. With a sigh the potions master turned back to the offensive bowl, walking closer and debating his actions before delving into the swirling. One moment he was safe in his office, the next he was unarmed and defenseless because of the boy who had been the bane of his existence during their time at Hogwarts as students. Within moments he was also hanging upside down being taunted until a familiar redhead stepped in to stop them. The memory was as fresh as the day it happened, etched forever into his mind. “Of course it had to be THAT day,” he muttered to himself as he slipped away from the past. The day he made one of the biggest mistakes of his life and pushed his best friend…and Potter’s mother…away. |
With the flick of a match, the room was illuminated from the pitch black bedroom. Severus knew he couldn’t trust a light since anything too bright might seep beneath the door and alert a passerby he was still awake so a candle would have to do. Freedom…well the only freedom he had when he was home for summer break unless he managed time with Lily and that was quick becoming less and less. Bloody sorting hat putting her in Gryffindor…with THOSE two. Severus shook his head to rid his mind of such things, turning his thoughts instead to the books atop his trunk. The few things his father hadn’t turned against since they weren’t exactly…magic. He didn’t dare keep the charms, transfiguration and DADA texts lying around but Herbology and potions were safe. What would a muggle find wrong with gardening and cooking? Though thank goodness Tobias Snape didn’t think it was sissy. Picking up the nearest one, he sat back and opened it, reading to his heart’s content and absorbing all he could about asphodel and yarrow and everything in-between until his candle wore out and he was once more in the dark. |
25. Mobilicorpus "Severus, please.” Her words were pleading…almost as if wishing for his assistance as she floated above the table. A far cry from the rest of his former colleagues who no doubt want him to pay for his actions. But then anyone would be desperate when one’s life was on the line. His reaction was cold and unfeeling as he looked at the Dark Lord at the head of the table though his black irises couldn’t help but flicker every once and a while to the former Muggle Studies professor. What would she do should the roles have been reversed? And then the familiar two words were spoken and the woman was lucky she could no longer feel her body as it was devour by Nagini. When the time came and the role was reversed his death wasn’t as swift and unfeeling. Yet unlike Charity’s demise, his own pleading eyes met far more willing ones to assist his wishes. Karma let him off the hook for once in his life. |
26. Morsmorde Severus Snape was not habitual reader of the Daily Prophet by most means, reading its pages only at times when he felt the need to keep appraised of the things within the movable ink. Being up at Hogwarts preparing for the upcoming term, however , he was around other members of staff who were. It was there he happened upon the picture of the events at the Quidditch World Cup, the familiar ghastly shape shown above the ruined campgrounds a sight he had thought perhaps to never see again. The Dark Mark. He unconsciously rubbed his left arm as it lay hidden beneath the sleeve of his dark robe. Quickly stopping it once he registered he was doing so to try and avoid the looks from those who knew of his past. No need to raise suspicions within a group often engaged in needless chatter and gossip. What did it all mean? He dared not speak anything aloud, simply staying his quiet, non-personable self. Snape only knew that perhaps he needed to step up his attention. For the past three years seemed to be culminating towards an even deeper trouble for the wizarding world. Merlin help them all. |
http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k2...E/SnapeBad.jpg 27. Muffliato A cloaked finger entered the Hog’s Head appearing no different to many of the other patrons who graced the pub’s threshold. Lowering his hood slightly as he took a seat near the back, Severus hid behind his unkempt black locks, nursing a firewhisky to provide a reasonable cover. He had been on patrol like many times before when the death eater lucked out that evening in particular. Taking his leave for the restrooms, the former Slytherin found himself closer to the backrooms and about to pass them to head back up front when he heard a disembodied voice. "The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…” Snape had caught it as he eavesdropped through the cracked open door, no wards set in place to block his intentions. His heart nearly stopping as the ramifications of what he was hearing became clear. “Hey you…get out of here!” the wizened pub owner shouted at him upon sighting. He moved to physically throw him out with raised wand but Severus took the hint. Besides…he had someone waiting who would no doubt want to know what he had heard. |
"Turn out that light!" Bloody portraits… Snape rolled his eyes. But no matter, the potions master extinguished the light from his wand with a wordless spell and stormed back down the corridor from whence he had come. Bloody parchment… Something was up with it but he couldn’t be sure what it was. Abnormally large nose…other people’s business…as if. He was a spy for Merlin’s sake, it was his job to keep track of all sorts of things with charmed objects near the top of the list. Bloody lycanthrope… Lupin always had to get in the middle of things, especially when in concern with a certain Gryffindor. He could be just as annoying as Potter or Black ever were. Bloody POTTER… His wand had been lit first and they hadn’t complained about the light then. Sigh…competing with another Potter…Great…just great. |
The use of a penseive was a unique experience the first time around. Acquiring a memory from one’s brain even more. Yet only after acquiring one for a mystery Christmas present and letting the dust cover over it for nearly a year to the following holiday, had Snape finally attempting to put it into use. With a touch of his wand to his temple and the quiet spoken words of the proper incantation, the potions master slowly pulled the wand tip away gathering a wisp of memory to appear. His mind blanked for a moment as if someone had hit him with a memory charm. What in Merlin’s Beard? Whatever had happened, his memory of a particularly painful event in his childhood was less poignant, yet still there in the background. The seemingly simple activity had managed to provide a way to mask his less-then-perfect memories of his life but still keep track of them. You never knew when something might prove useful after all. He just didn’t want to worry about dealing with them every time his mind chose to go back and dwell. |
“Snivelous…dear Snivelous.” The sickenly sweet sound of James Potter’s voice rang down the stone hallway. The Slytherin doing his best to ignore him and continued to walk off to one class or another. That was until running feet could be heard behind him and suddenly his way was blocked by another presence. “Care to get out of my way,” Severus said looking at his nemesis standing in front of him, his hand itching on the handle of his wand within his robe pocket. “Now why in the world would we want to do that?” Sirius Black asked rhetorically standing his ground beside his best friend. Snape glared with such intensity, he imagined Black and Potter being attached by hundreds of quills sent attacking the two Gryffindors nibs first. Or so he thought he was imagining it…though hearing the exclamations of surprise from his targets, he snapped out his daze to notice his wand arm raised. The pointed quills leaving marks on their arms as they stood with rolled-up shirt sleeves. “You were saying…” |
http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k2.../SnapeGood.jpg 31. Orchideous Severus knew the great Harry Potter was to be coming to Hogwarts this term. Even if he hadn’t the connections he had, the rumors spread by the staff over the summer break had been hard to avoid. He knew of the implications to the wizarding world…but hadn’t realized the personal ones. It was the moment the Boy Who Lived faced the staff table after sitting down that stopped him…doing him in. The same green eyes meeting across the Great Hall as had when Lily and he had looked from their respective tables after their own sorting. Him to Slytherin…his best and only friend to Gryffindor. The potions master did his best to appear his normal cool demeanor throughout the rest of the sorting and the feast until he was alone once more. “Orchideous,” he cast quietly, a single white lily appearing from his wand tip almost unconsciously as he leaned against the door of his quarters. The physical…living reminder of a woman who shared the flower’s name. Had it really been nearly a decade since his world had been turned upside down? His former best friend dead…indirectly because of him. |
http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k2...E/SnapeBad.jpg 32. Petrificus Totalus Did the auror really think he was doing a good job here? His occasional comments aimed towards Snape across the otherwise quiet space only served to give the death-eater some clue where the other man was. And just where to stay away from to avoid him. He’s gonna get himself killed by that revealing…he was being generous by not firing spell upon spell at him in response. But then again, he had a task to do and wasn’t about to be waylaid by his follower too much. Must be a newbie. Else too arrogant for his own good. Severus on the other hand was a quiet as a mouse maneuvering through the muggle warehouse in search of the last target. The auror spoke again, breaking the lingering silence. “Petrificulus Totalus!” Snape cast after turning the corner, catching his hunter and leaving him prey. “That will teach you when to just shut up.” The man continuing on with a sneer. |
The tall green hedges were imposing to say the least. And nothing a good compass would really help with as it was a far more complicated maze in that respect. Severus cast a few final spells, letting them linger on the area as they took hold. Their magical effects finishing his responsibility with the third task and allowing him to focus back on other things. The potions master weaved his way back towards the beginning where the rest of the helpers were slowly returning. His dark robes "The west side is finished and secure..." Snape drolled in his usual smooth cool tone as he approached the former auror charged with overseeing the maze’s design. Who best then the resident DEFENSE professor to do so after all? Okay so there was a touch of envy in that thought. One more year passed over. Not to mention the potions master had felt odd about the man since the beginning of the new year. He just couldn’t put his finger on it. And nothing was sending clear signs as to what it could be. As always. |
34. Protego “COWARD!” The word cut through the smoky air like a knife as the group tried to make its escape from the scene of the great wizard’s death. Bellatrix having set Hagrid’s hut aflame in their wake. Snape effortless deflected familiar spell away from him, its home-grown words causing the professor no harm . “Don’t you dare….Potter!” he spat with a snarl. “Don’t you dare use my own spell against me.” Yes, he revealed himself for who he used to be while in school. If only Potter could understand…not that he wanted to explain himself to the boy…young man. Still, no one but the man who now lay dead at his own hand would know why he had done all of what he had done. No…not even him…not all of it anyway. There were things even the great Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore would never know much less understand of the man who he had…controlled all these years. Severus Snape was an enigma, of his own choosing. If only to shield himself from the effects of others. |
35. Quietus One minute the Dark Lord’s voice rang out across the grounds of the great school….the next all was quiet and one could only imagine what was going through everyone’s head as the silence permeated the crowds on both sides of the battle. For Severus it was the wonderings of what would happen next. Would Potter answer? Would the Boy who Lived win or would Voldemort have the final say? Would his sacrifices be for naught? All to soon the silence around him was ended as he joined the man in question within the Shrieking Shack. A place that brought back many a memory of his time as a student as well as a professor. Unfortunately the fate he was saved from by his enemy…was cast upon him by his very master. Too bad the sonorus spell was not still in effect. No one would hear of the final order that ended my life. Snape spotted movement off in the shadows as he lay bleeding to death, not sure if he was hallucinating. Or would they? |
36. Reducto Did Karkaroff not understand? The way the man went about acting suspicious and revealing his dark mark to him. What if there had been others around? Did he not realize there was enough going on that had an air of mystery and danger that needed to be concerned about then just the darkening of the skin of their left arms? Although it did leave a ache and the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. What did it all mean? Another swish…another rustle as more flowers met their bitter end. And on top of that, the last thing Snape needed was playing chaperone to a Great Hall filled with hormonal teenagers. Scratch that…a castle filled with hormonal teenagers. “Gallagher! Nimitz! Get back to the ball or back to each of your dorms this minute!” “Yes Professor Snape…” the couple mumbled as they struggled to gather themselves and scamper off as fast as they could. At least they had the smarts to avoid the Slytherin HOH as soon as possible. Hufflepuffs…pfft. Another bush feels the wrath of his spell work. |
This was it…he would finally find out what was up with Lupin. Severus had gotten Black to spell the beans, telling him to head to the Whomping Willow that evening. The revelation had come after quite a bit of force, the Gryffindor giving in to his pressure so it had seemed trustworthy. So with his cloak on and wand lit the Slytherin made his way across the grounds under the cover of darkness, the shadows only broken by the occasional stripe of moonlight through the clouds. Pressing the knot to quiet the tree, he passed into the tunnel and carefully picked his way through. It was only when he reached the end and stepped into what would later be called the Shrieking Shack that he heard growling and was greeted with something he surely hadn’t expected. A werewolf! “RELASHIO!” he cast sending the spell towards the creature as he quickly backed up towards the tunnel where he had come from. The first spell that came to mind to keep himself after the reach of the gaping mouth as it howled at him. Black, you will pay! |
http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k2.../SnapeGood.jpg 38. Rictusempra Snape inwardly groaned as a look to his schedule for the next class told him just who he would be handling. Fourth year Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs which meant only one thing… The Weasley twins. Yeah sure, everyone else might explode into a fit of laughter at their antics, other than most staffers that probably was. But to him they were nothing more than two red-headed nuisances. As if he didn’t have enough stress with his Gryffindor classes with Longbottom melting every other cauldron he worked with and Finnegan with his explosive tendencies. The last few minutes of peace passed too quickly for his liking, the two houses soon filtering into his classroom as Snape watched them with a steady eye. With a few stern directions and the rest of the notes written on the board, the potions master left them to begin brewing while he made circuits of the dungeon room. “Don’t…even…try…it Mr. Weasley…” Severus said, speaking each word with emphasis as the one twin held what looked to be a firecracker just above the cauldron as if to drop it within. His blackened glaring cutting off the laughter and giggles of those around them. |
http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k2...E/SnapeBad.jpg 39. Sectumsempra He had had it with Potter and Black. They were pushing on his last nerve and no one else seemed to be bothered by it. Or rather they got away with it either because no one spoke up or thought it was funny and left it alone. The professors surely didn’t see or believe enough of it to do anything about it. And two, or rather three and four if Lupin and that know-nothing Pettigrew joined in, against one was never a good thing. Severus was working on something to teach them a lesson…teach anyone a lesson if they chose to cross him the wrong way. It took many months over the course of the term but finally he had it the way he wanted. Incantation…wand movement and all. Even the counter-curse if need-be…a silly little musical number he was sure he would be the only one to do properly. Snape flipped through the potions text he had taken to writing notes and corrections in, finding an empty spot within the margins and took out his quill. In fancy cursive he added three simple words… Septumsempra… For Enemies |
Severus begrudgedly entered the staff room, a meeting having been called before the start of the next term. It was still pretty empty despite his waiting until the latest possible minute to leave his brewing for far more tedious work. Taking a seat at the furthest end, the potions master awaited the start, mulling over a cup of tea he poured for himself. “YOUR DEATH IS UPON YOU! I have SEEN it!” the voice of one Sybil Trelawney rang down the table as she walked behind him breaking into his thoughts. The man thankful to keep his cool lest he spill his cup and making a mental note to ban her from the dungeons. Her attention was clearly on the hapless DADA professor of this term, the man having the decency to look both shock and bewildered at her pronouncement. Did she really need to yell right next to his ear? He mused to himself trying to get the ringing out of his head. “…Dimwit” Snape muttered under his breath. She might have better luck predicting he won’t be a professor next term. |
http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k2.../SnapeGood.jpg 41. Scourgify Severus was normally meticulous about the cleanliness of his classroom and the materials of his trade. However there were times like now that allowing grunge among the various cauldrons and tools that currently littered the classroom was a positive aspect. At least for punishment purposes. “Ah…Mister Halliforth, you’re early. Good…gives you more time for your task. You’ll certainly need it.” Snape watched as the disrespectful Gryffindor surveyed the room, watching curiously for the reaction of the 4th year to the mess. “You will remain here until everything is cleaned to my satisfaction. Your wand please.” His words were cool and unfeeling, in essence his usual self as he held out his hand for his request though he was willing to summon it if need be. The Gryffindor obeyed however, handing it over. “Enjoy your evening…” Severus mused before turning in a flash of black robes and disappearing from the classroom. The lock snapping shut behind him. It was going to be a long night. |
42. Silencio “Snarky Snape…Snarky Snape…” The voice of Hogwarts’ resident poltergeist rang through the hollow dungeon corridors. The man in question trying to grade the mid-winter exams in his office. Unfortunately the annoying sounds were carrying quite well and making him glower at the various parchments more than anything. “…does whatever a snarky Snape does.” From experience, Severus knew there was little use and threats and the like. They simply didn’t work on Peeves. And so far ignoring the ghost was only making Peeves continue on. If only magic worked on ghosts. The potions master shook his head and roughky placed down his quill once more and got to his feet. It seemed like he was going to have to be ghost hunter instead of professor for the time being and find the Bloody Baron at the very least. He would be getting little to no work done at this rate if the Slytherin specter couldn’t control his fellow spirit. And if he couldn’t…well…he was going to start working on modifying a certain spell. |
http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k2.../SnapeGood.jpg 43. SpeRevelio The potion was clearly not one he was familiar with which was certainly saying something. Snape had spent much time studying what he could about all the known potions as well as making his own. And now he had this mystery to solve. “SpeRevelio…” he cast over the small cauldron where he had emptied the vial into. The spell doing its job and revealing just what the make-up of the bronze-colored liquid was. “Jobberknoll feathers…for memory.” “Yet fluxweed for changing appearance.” Just what was this potion for? After a while he had given up and stormed up to the half-empty Great Hall for the remnants of dinner. Lupin approached the man once his classmate, cautious of the agitated former Slytherin. “You look like your wand is in a knot.” “Well not that it is you’re business…” he started before sighing and gradually revealing his dilemma to the noisy Gryffindor. The lythanthrope, to his credit, was a simple, quiet listener as he sipped from his water goblet, long ago finished with his own dinner. “Did you ever think that was the purpose of the potion right there…providing a riddle?” Lupin questioned getting up ready to leave. “Happy Birthday Severus.” |
“Expelliarmus!” “Stupefy!” A collection of spells had been shot back and forth as the two students continued their duel. It had started out friendly within the aspects of the dueling club but the duo had each expanded to a full on fight. Severus standing his own against the older student he had been paired off with. “Ricktisempra!” “Protego!” The scene was familiar, the potions master dressed in all black rather than his house colors being the main change Snape’s recollection. However he was also certain Lockhart had nothing on his previous opponent on this stage. They bowed, showing proper dueling form to the students surrounding them before engaging each other. The spell was the same yet the outcome was different. “Stupefy!” The dirty blonde haired man went flying and there might have been slight smirk on the former Slytherin’s face had he not been reminded of one thing. This was the man who won out taking his job. |
http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k2.../SnapeGood.jpg 45. Tarantallegra Severus hated school breaks. They were usually spent dancing around his father whenever he had to go home to Spinner’s End or skipping the visit totally when he could manage to use Hogwarts as an escape. And even then, that meant worrying about his mother alone with her drunk muggle husband. The latest break had arrived and he was sitting up in his cold dorm trying to decide which option he wanted to choose this time around. His half-empty trunk open and waiting should he need to pack. “Should I or shouldn’t I…” Snape mused, grateful his roommates were all busy enjoying time with friends and girlfriends before they were separated leaving him alone to his decision. As time wore on and there were dancing, fluttering insects in his stomach as he reread his mother’s latest letter with concern at the hidden messages, he had made his choice. “That man better not try anything,” he grumbled as he quickly loaded up his trunk with what he would need to keep himself sane for his time at home. Or else he’d be the one dancing. |
http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k2...E/SnapeBad.jpg 46. Tergeo Snape apparated into an alley near the muggle community that made up his childhood. The dusty darkened way a perfect cover to appear as well as gather himself once more before moving. “Tergeo….” he cast quietly against his robes attempting to clean them. Just because he dealt with blood didn’t mean he had to wear it on himself nor face the types of questions from his busy-body neighbors that make things complicated. Finally walking out into the hazy morning sunlight tentatively, the death eater tried not to favor his one leg. His evening had been rough but the victims of his spells and those of the others had faced rougher. With a discreet wave of his hand he unlocked the door of the run-down house that he called his own, slipping in the dusty abode and leaning back against the door once closed. The man sighing as he took in the sight of the interior. If only he could clean his demons from his mind as well as the blood. |
http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k2.../SnapeGood.jpg 47. Twitchy-Ears Hex Knee-deep in subjects to study for the upcoming OWLs, Severus was camped out at a table in the Hogwarts library. Various books were piled up around him, his quill scratching across the parchment in front of him as he worked. He lifted an absent hand to rub his ear, glancing at the feather in his writing hand thinking perhaps he had brushed against it making it tickle. Shaking his head, Snape went back to work, trying to focus on History of Magic at the moment. He reached up again after a few moments and brushed his ear. His quill nowhere near. What was up with them? The Slytherin glanced around now swearing he was hearing something only to spot two very familiar Gryffindors. The messy-haired one with his wand out at his side. Potter…of course. “Keep it up…” he murmured to himself with a roll of his eyes as he returned to his work once more. “And you’ll get more than itchy ears.' |
48. Unbreakable Vow “You will watch over Draco and protect him.” “I will protect and keep an eye on him.” “If he should be unable to complete his task you will do it.” “I will complete his task if he is unable to carry it out himself.” Like he wanted to be bonded to any of the Malfoys for any reason, least of all the youngest. But regardless of his desires he was indeed tied to Draco and, as he learned later on, his orders to carry out the death of one Albus Dumbledore. And unfortunately it was far more binding then even the Dark Mark engrained on his pale skin. “Could he at least try not to get caught?” he grumbled to himself as he sulked in his personal lab. The Dark Lord certainly doesn’t need another idiotic follower that was only going to mess things up or get themselves killed. And he himself didn’t need the boy bringing him down with him. |
Snape felt like he was floating…like suddenly all ties to earth were cut by the single bite from his former master’s familiar. He didn’t know how long he had been there or how long he would but the feeling of weightless was unnerving. A past memory of a similar feeling of being levitated none to pleasant. At least he wasn’t upside down this time, that plus and the appearance of an old friend in his mind’s eye with a smile aimed his way made it bearable. He was brought back to reality as he felt the tangy taste of his own blood within his mouth, the damage done by Nagini no doubt working against him as time wore on. Black eyes met green as Severus peeled open his eyelids that had grown heavy and for a moment believed himself to still be seeing the redhead of his vision. A blink dispelled that myth as the messy black hair of his father was made apparent in the shadows of the Shrieking Shack. A silent look of understanding seemed to pass between them for once and as Potter held the bottled memories, Snape could only manage one word. “Remember…” |
I didn’t know the person who was stupid enough to continuously schedule Slytherins and Gryffindors together in lessons but once more the two houses were in class together. It was a free period and studying was the recommended activity. However leave it to a group of lions to break that up with a little playing around, the trio joking with Lupin looking on over the edge of his textbook. Black even had that snitch that Potter seemed to carry around everywhere since he had caught it. Settling in to my own studying, it was every once in a while interrupted by the echo of the classroom’s candles on the golden surface of the ball across the center of the room. I gritted my teeth and tried to bare it but after a while enough was enough. My hand discretely slipping my wand out. “Waddiwasi…” I cast quietly, aiming the spell at the snitch and sending the glittery object into the laughing boy’s mouth much to his surprise. “Detention, Mr. Snape!” the professor’s voice rang out as he managed to catch what happened. Didn’t matter much to me. The look and sound of Black nearly choking made it worth it. |
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