Hogwarts & The Sex-Ed Teacher
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Avada Kedavra
Chapter 9. To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. --Oscar Wilde
“Severus” a sweet voice halted him in his tracks. “Severus, come back to us” The Grey Lady hovered just behind him. “Hogwarts needs you Severus, the wizarding world needs you”
“What of what I want” Snape spat “what of what I need Ravenclaw, where is Salazar now?” He turned in a billow fuming “Yes look apologetic. Just don’t condescend to say the words. The whole world heaps accolades on a pathetic child but continues to dump their emotional baggage on me”
Words dripping with sarcasm “Remember Ravenclaw, I’m a spy. A double-crosser. Oh and my personal favourite …a ‘greasy git’. I’m a Hero and a bastard; I’m a misunderstood man searching for redemption. Take your pick” Snape snarled
Black pools of obsidian glared daggers “I am NOT a nice man.” His forearm burnt more insistently, but death could bloody well wait just a bit longer. He was on a roll and it was all down hill from here.
“Godrick Griffindore sends his support to a child, Salazar is conveniently absent and I hear nothing of Hufflepuff, but you…” snort “you think you can drift up to me declare and I quote (in a mocking voice) “Hogwarts needs you Severus, the wizarding world needs you” Severus growled “and I’ll stay” Disbelief coated his features.
“Wake up and smell what you’re stirring woman” Rowena ‘the Grey Lady’ Ravenclaw paled, well as much as a ghost possibly could that is. She held out her hand and by mere instinct Severus reached for the item she proffered. A small silver box with single star emerald upon its lid and far too heavy for its size lay in his hand.
Severus casually pocketed it “How nice of you, it might pay for a headstone” He spun on his heel cloak billowing in his wake, and stalked out of Hogwarts. Away from the agony he had endured for far too long. Into the agony that would welcome him with open arms even as it forced him to drink of dark waters.
At the edge of Hogwarts, where apparition was possible, he turned. The last twenty years flooded back to him. Of his passion for Lily. Of how in his eagerness to please Tom he had inadvertently caused her death by revealing the stupid prophecy, of his repentance and acceptance by Dumbledore. Of the bloody mark upon his arm, mind and soul.
Of how very certain he now was that this would be the end. Did death really hurt? What was it really like beyond the veil?
Pain has no conscious it doesn’t care about the baggage you carry. Pain is pain, cold searing pain that holds you tightly in its embrace and kills you with its need to merely be. Pain sweet clinical unfeeling uncaring pain, Severus apparated and fell into its cold arms.
“Crucio!” the curse echoed around the hollow they were gathered in. A wall of total agony hit in a heartbeat and legs collapsed
“Severusssss you are late you should know better than to disssapoint me Severussssssssss” Hissed Voldemort as he snaked his way to the prone figure never once meeting Snapes eyes.
It was barely a whisper, more of a verbal kiss, “Crucio” jut inches from his ear, the foul creatures fetid breathe caressed his cheek. Voldemort sniggered in a strange serpentine way and circled his prey. “Crucio” he cackled obviously enjoying the moment.
Voldemort hissed his way through plans and torments as much in love with the sound of his voice as his ideals for the future. Every eye was on him none would dare but give their full attention, more from fear than love.
In total disarray, covered in whatever the hell he had fallen into, and trembling from the effects of numerous curses. **I refuse to lie down and die** Defiant to the predictable end, he stood. Giddy and trembling he squared his shoulders
Praise be to Merlin for self important baddies who waste time bragging. Everything swam in fuzzy focus.
Emerald green eyes met obsidian. **Snape** **Harry**
In one graceful move Snape crossed the space between them, summoned Harrys glasses and wand and passed them to the trembling boy, **no young man** There was no time for healing potions and his ‘long second’ ring was in his apartments.
With consideration for Harrys current condition, there would be no duel tonight. **Death shall need to wait for my company just a little longer** Snape draped his arm around Harry to apparate when …
Avada Kedavra! Uttered in no more than a whisper but the green light that surrounded Harry and Snape grew in its intensity.
Powerless they clung to each other. “You thought I didn’t know Severusssssss” hissed Voldemort turning on them. “The day you sired this sprog you turned your back on me” he snaked around them admiring his handy work, although it would be bad form to admit that his spell should have just obliterated them.
“Sssssee Severusssss, I know” he chuckled as the green light embraced his victims. I have alwayssss known.”
Voldemort broke through into Harrys mind “Oh how preciousssss you never told him” His manic laughter cut the air.
Severus clutched Harry to him like a drowning man clinging to a life raft. **Sorry, so sorry. Harry. My Precious Harry. I love you, Harry … my son**
“Severus” a sweet voice halted him in his tracks. “Severus, come back to us” The Grey Lady hovered just behind him. “Hogwarts needs you Severus, the wizarding world needs you”
“What of what I want” Snape spat “what of what I need Ravenclaw, where is Salazar now?” He turned in a billow fuming “Yes look apologetic. Just don’t condescend to say the words. The whole world heaps accolades on a pathetic child but continues to dump their emotional baggage on me”
Words dripping with sarcasm “Remember Ravenclaw, I’m a spy. A double-crosser. Oh and my personal favourite …a ‘greasy git’. I’m a Hero and a bastard; I’m a misunderstood man searching for redemption. Take your pick” Snape snarled
Black pools of obsidian glared daggers “I am NOT a nice man.” His forearm burnt more insistently, but death could bloody well wait just a bit longer. He was on a roll and it was all down hill from here.
“Godrick Griffindore sends his support to a child, Salazar is conveniently absent and I hear nothing of Hufflepuff, but you…” snort “you think you can drift up to me declare and I quote (in a mocking voice) “Hogwarts needs you Severus, the wizarding world needs you” Severus growled “and I’ll stay” Disbelief coated his features.
“Wake up and smell what you’re stirring woman” Rowena ‘the Grey Lady’ Ravenclaw paled, well as much as a ghost possibly could that is. She held out her hand and by mere instinct Severus reached for the item she proffered. A small silver box with single star emerald upon its lid and far too heavy for its size lay in his hand.
Severus casually pocketed it “How nice of you, it might pay for a headstone” He spun on his heel cloak billowing in his wake, and stalked out of Hogwarts. Away from the agony he had endured for far too long. Into the agony that would welcome him with open arms even as it forced him to drink of dark waters.
At the edge of Hogwarts, where apparition was possible, he turned. The last twenty years flooded back to him. Of his passion for Lily. Of how in his eagerness to please Tom he had inadvertently caused her death by revealing the stupid prophecy, of his repentance and acceptance by Dumbledore. Of the bloody mark upon his arm, mind and soul.
Of how very certain he now was that this would be the end. Did death really hurt? What was it really like beyond the veil?
Pain has no conscious it doesn’t care about the baggage you carry. Pain is pain, cold searing pain that holds you tightly in its embrace and kills you with its need to merely be. Pain sweet clinical unfeeling uncaring pain, Severus apparated and fell into its cold arms.
“Crucio!” the curse echoed around the hollow they were gathered in. A wall of total agony hit in a heartbeat and legs collapsed
“Severusssss you are late you should know better than to disssapoint me Severussssssssss” Hissed Voldemort as he snaked his way to the prone figure never once meeting Snapes eyes.
It was barely a whisper, more of a verbal kiss, “Crucio” jut inches from his ear, the foul creatures fetid breathe caressed his cheek. Voldemort sniggered in a strange serpentine way and circled his prey. “Crucio” he cackled obviously enjoying the moment.
Voldemort hissed his way through plans and torments as much in love with the sound of his voice as his ideals for the future. Every eye was on him none would dare but give their full attention, more from fear than love.
In total disarray, covered in whatever the hell he had fallen into, and trembling from the effects of numerous curses. **I refuse to lie down and die** Defiant to the predictable end, he stood. Giddy and trembling he squared his shoulders
Praise be to Merlin for self important baddies who waste time bragging. Everything swam in fuzzy focus.
Emerald green eyes met obsidian. **Snape** **Harry**
In one graceful move Snape crossed the space between them, summoned Harrys glasses and wand and passed them to the trembling boy, **no young man** There was no time for healing potions and his ‘long second’ ring was in his apartments.
With consideration for Harrys current condition, there would be no duel tonight. **Death shall need to wait for my company just a little longer** Snape draped his arm around Harry to apparate when …
Avada Kedavra! Uttered in no more than a whisper but the green light that surrounded Harry and Snape grew in its intensity.
Powerless they clung to each other. “You thought I didn’t know Severusssssss” hissed Voldemort turning on them. “The day you sired this sprog you turned your back on me” he snaked around them admiring his handy work, although it would be bad form to admit that his spell should have just obliterated them.
“Sssssee Severusssss, I know” he chuckled as the green light embraced his victims. I have alwayssss known.”
Voldemort broke through into Harrys mind “Oh how preciousssss you never told him” His manic laughter cut the air.
Severus clutched Harry to him like a drowning man clinging to a life raft. **Sorry, so sorry. Harry. My Precious Harry. I love you, Harry … my son**