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The Witch\'s Hair Shirt
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
3,922
Reviews:
31
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Disclaimer: I own no part of Harry Potter or JKRowling\'s characters. However, I am indebted to JKR and the delicious Alan Rickman for creating the character of Professor Severus Snape.
“Cut The Tree”
I wouldn’t say that I had found what I’ve been lng fng for
I wouldn’t say that I were bound to what I’m hiding from
These people follow me
I have the sound inside of me
The sound’s a crowd
The sound’s a crowd
My face is history
It’s never forgiven me
I didn’t say that I was sound
I wouldn’t say that I was round
I couldn’t help but walk on two legs
I couldn’t help but watch with two eyes
I found that I was burnt
Never to be seen again
I’ve seen the man I want to be
His name is ‘Purity’
He’s walking free
He’s walking free
I said “Why?”
I turn around
I turn around and plant the seed of bigotry
While all behind is crowning me
Is crowning me
~The Wolfgang Press
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\"The Witch\'s Hair Shirt\"
Chapter One
“There is one more thing,” Dumbledore drew a parchment from the pile of rolled missives on the table in front of him. Snape inwardly groaned, yes this was the staff meeting from Hell. Surely Dante must have included staff meetings in one of his inner circles of damnation; he made a mental note to check his battered copy of ‘The Inferno’ later for a reference. “Severus, please indulge an old man for another few moments.” Snape felt the Headmaster’s criticism underlying the teasing tone of his words. He sat up straighter and feigned an interest. Dumbledore nodded and looked down at the parchment.
“Our recent vacancy he phe position of History of Magic has not gone unnoticed. We are being offered a temporary instructor, for the remainder of this school year.” Smiling down into his beard he said, “That should allow Professor Binns time to return from this rather surprising sabbatical.” He looked up at his staff, mouth set in a serious line. “This morning I received word from Hildegaard Von Franz” he paused to let Snape’s audible intake of breath resonate throughout the room “of the Norn Coven informing me that if we are so inclined, she would very much like to have us consider one of her own witches for the position.” Now he had them all gasping.
Minerva spoke first, “A Norn Witch is interested in teaching at Hogwarts???”
“It would appear to be the case,” Dumbledore affirmed.
The staff room came alive with a buzzing undercurrent of surprised whispers.
Snape’s voice was not amongst those. He was reeling under the shock of the message, searching for the intent. The highest order of witches in the entire magical world had contacted Dumbeldore, to offer one of their own to spend nearly three quarters of a school year with this student body. It was unfathomable.
It had been nine years since he had been in Hildegaard Von Franz’s presence, he was thirty years old now and his life at twenty-one seemed to have been lived by someone else. Another someone who had had the experiences but left him to fathom out the meanings. He deredered as the sickening and all too familiar stab of shame and regret cut to the bone. He fell into the nearly decade old memory from that fateful day; the ice-cold spray of the ocean air, the contrasting heat of the witches gathered around him, warmth denied to him becaus hel held one of their own, dying, in his arms. Von Franz had spoken in riddles…her voice came back to him…her words, “Nine fold nine.”
He rubbed absently at his chest and felt the…
“Professor!” hissed the librarian to his right. “Headmaster!” hissed the librarian to his left. He was flanked by both women.
He shook himself out of his reverie and looked up. “Apologies, Headmaster, sir,” he bowed his head, “My thoughts were elsewhere.”
“Apparently.” Dumbledore stared at himentlently. “I was asking for any reservations that the staff may have regarding this placement. I assume you have none.”
“Of course I have none. I am just,” he hesitated, “extraordinarily,” hesitation still, “surprised, honored…a bit stunned…”
“’More things in heaven and earth, Horatio, ’” chuckled Flitwick.
Snape turned on the little professor venomously, “Not in my heaven and earth, sir!” He saw too late that the man meant no harm and had been merely attempting to lighten e’s e’s obviously tense mood. He pursed his lips and slightly inclined his head, but Flitwick turned away, silently.
Dumbledore broke through the awkward hush, “Yes, then. I thought not. Katla Freyan will arrive tomorrow.”
October 30th, Snape realized. Of course, nine years to the day.
“Cut The Tree”
I wouldn’t say that I had found what I’ve been lng fng for
I wouldn’t say that I were bound to what I’m hiding from
These people follow me
I have the sound inside of me
The sound’s a crowd
The sound’s a crowd
My face is history
It’s never forgiven me
I didn’t say that I was sound
I wouldn’t say that I was round
I couldn’t help but walk on two legs
I couldn’t help but watch with two eyes
I found that I was burnt
Never to be seen again
I’ve seen the man I want to be
His name is ‘Purity’
He’s walking free
He’s walking free
I said “Why?”
I turn around
I turn around and plant the seed of bigotry
While all behind is crowning me
Is crowning me
~The Wolfgang Press
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
\"The Witch\'s Hair Shirt\"
Chapter One
“There is one more thing,” Dumbledore drew a parchment from the pile of rolled missives on the table in front of him. Snape inwardly groaned, yes this was the staff meeting from Hell. Surely Dante must have included staff meetings in one of his inner circles of damnation; he made a mental note to check his battered copy of ‘The Inferno’ later for a reference. “Severus, please indulge an old man for another few moments.” Snape felt the Headmaster’s criticism underlying the teasing tone of his words. He sat up straighter and feigned an interest. Dumbledore nodded and looked down at the parchment.
“Our recent vacancy he phe position of History of Magic has not gone unnoticed. We are being offered a temporary instructor, for the remainder of this school year.” Smiling down into his beard he said, “That should allow Professor Binns time to return from this rather surprising sabbatical.” He looked up at his staff, mouth set in a serious line. “This morning I received word from Hildegaard Von Franz” he paused to let Snape’s audible intake of breath resonate throughout the room “of the Norn Coven informing me that if we are so inclined, she would very much like to have us consider one of her own witches for the position.” Now he had them all gasping.
Minerva spoke first, “A Norn Witch is interested in teaching at Hogwarts???”
“It would appear to be the case,” Dumbledore affirmed.
The staff room came alive with a buzzing undercurrent of surprised whispers.
Snape’s voice was not amongst those. He was reeling under the shock of the message, searching for the intent. The highest order of witches in the entire magical world had contacted Dumbeldore, to offer one of their own to spend nearly three quarters of a school year with this student body. It was unfathomable.
It had been nine years since he had been in Hildegaard Von Franz’s presence, he was thirty years old now and his life at twenty-one seemed to have been lived by someone else. Another someone who had had the experiences but left him to fathom out the meanings. He deredered as the sickening and all too familiar stab of shame and regret cut to the bone. He fell into the nearly decade old memory from that fateful day; the ice-cold spray of the ocean air, the contrasting heat of the witches gathered around him, warmth denied to him becaus hel held one of their own, dying, in his arms. Von Franz had spoken in riddles…her voice came back to him…her words, “Nine fold nine.”
He rubbed absently at his chest and felt the…
“Professor!” hissed the librarian to his right. “Headmaster!” hissed the librarian to his left. He was flanked by both women.
He shook himself out of his reverie and looked up. “Apologies, Headmaster, sir,” he bowed his head, “My thoughts were elsewhere.”
“Apparently.” Dumbledore stared at himentlently. “I was asking for any reservations that the staff may have regarding this placement. I assume you have none.”
“Of course I have none. I am just,” he hesitated, “extraordinarily,” hesitation still, “surprised, honored…a bit stunned…”
“’More things in heaven and earth, Horatio, ’” chuckled Flitwick.
Snape turned on the little professor venomously, “Not in my heaven and earth, sir!” He saw too late that the man meant no harm and had been merely attempting to lighten e’s e’s obviously tense mood. He pursed his lips and slightly inclined his head, but Flitwick turned away, silently.
Dumbledore broke through the awkward hush, “Yes, then. I thought not. Katla Freyan will arrive tomorrow.”
October 30th, Snape realized. Of course, nine years to the day.