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Awaken Before the Emerald Dawn
By: trapped_in_eternity
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Warning: slash, talks about rape, violence, suicide. Fun stuff
Side note: Thank you to all who have commented and have been keeping up this long. Thank you all for reading. I hope you enjoy this chapter. (i don't know Snape's age. So we'll say 35 for now)
Chapter 11
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Severus Snape was the most feared professor at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry; it was a status he enjoyed and took full advantage of. He glared at the small lot of first years as he walked by. Poor little thing practically soiled themselves just at the sight of him. He chuckled to himself as he shook his head. Sometimes these little joys came too easily.
Life was simple these days… Not that he enjoyed them all that much anymore. His classes were boring, having to teach these brats something about the delicate art of potions. None of them seemed very gifted… not naturally so. Ms Granger was all books, not from real feeling like a real potion master should be. She had no love for the subject, only that it was a class that she must excel in because that is what she did… Excelled in books smart. He grinned as he thought of the day where those books might fail her, and she would be stuck working on instinct instead of memorized knowledge. If such a day would come, he hoped he would be there to watch.
Granger and Weasley had been most subdued since their Golden Boy disappeared. Of course, Dumbledore told them where he was and that he was safe, but that didn’t seem to put them at ease.
It would seem that the disappearance of the Boy-who-Lived had affected a lot of people. Draco was less eager to start a fight with his arch nemesis out of the way. He was calm and quiet and much the eager student. Part of Severus wished that Potter would never come back, so that he could keep this relative peace… Another screamed and kicked him for thinking such a thing. He didn’t know what part of his that way, but he wished he could poison it…
None the less, the class was relatively silent. He just watched his students make their potion and refused to acknowledge the vacant spot next to Weasley. He would not think of Potter now, not again. He growled as he realized how stupid he was being. What did it matter if the boy was on his mind constantly…
He shook his head, as if to clear his thoughts. No. Now is not the time to ponder to new and arising mystery that was Harry Potter. He had things to do, students to keep in line. He didn’t have time to fantasize about the brat. Wait… fantasize… Did he actually think that word?!
He couldn’t help but groan. He really was more far gone than he thought. He put it down under lack of sleep… He couldn’t rest well since… Dammit! Potter was not the reason for his poor sleeping habits! He… he was just… insomniac… He could force himself to believe that one, right?
Doubtful… It was useless to do this to himself. He would have to come to terms with it sooner or later. The small voice told him he had plenty of time before Harry decided to make a come back, or that someone went to go get him. He rubbed the heel of his hands into his eyes and sighed.
Severus soon realized he was leaving himself too open as he noticed Granger and Draco watching him curiously. They were the two most observant students in his class, and also the brightest, now that Draco was applying himself. Finally, a topic that wasn’t Potter… Too late.
Why couldn’t he get that blasted boy out of his head!? He grumbled and decided he would talk with the headmaster. He was sure if he just learnt of the boy’s wellbeing he could go on with his daily life.
Still, there was one thing that bothered him. He would get strange flashes from his childhood, and Harry was normally there… talking to him, being with him… blood on his clothing… holding him. He shuddered visibly. That boy would be the death of him…
* * * * * * *
After the last of the students cleared out of his classroom, he made his way to the headmaster’s office without any further interruptions. As a thirty-five year old man, he was a being of routine… and this one had clung to him since he had been a teenager. Of course, deep down, he thought it was pathetic, having nothing better to do on a Friday night, but, he pushed the thought from his mind.
He came to the statue and sighed. “Chocolate Orange.”, he said, his voice dripping with venom. Some things never changed, and the headmaster’s unhealthy obsession with sweets was one of those strange comforts in life, no matter how old you were.
Dumbledore was seated behind his desk, as he had been for the last twenty years. Their chest board was already set up; the black pieces facing the empty chair, which he soon occupied…
“Ah, good evening my boy. How were your classes today?” The typical icebreaking question, but he knew where this was going all to well. That twinkle in those blue eyes knew something they shouldn’t. “Same as always, sir.”, he replied emotionlessly. “Something bother you my boy?” As if he didn’t already know. Well, two could play at this game. “No sir.” “Nothing at all?”, he asked, that maddening twinkle was on full force this evening. “No sir.”, he replied again. “Are you quite sure?” Well, now that I think about it, Flitwick had suggested that we mud-wrestle in a vat of jell-o and flubberworms. “Just thinking and brooding, sir.” “Oh? What about?” Well, I wondered if it should be a private affair, or if you and Minerva would join us? “Harry Potter, sir.”
Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled even more. “Oh? What about Mr. Potter?” This game was become tiresome fast. Dumbledore knew it. But then, the old coot could read his thoughts through legillemence, even as he tried to block him. He could see the laughter in his eyes as he listening to Snape’s inner responses. “Tea?”, the headmaster offered as if he sensed nothing wrong. “Yes, please.” Dumbledore magicked them both a cup. Severus reached for it and nods. “I was just wondering how long the brat would remain in the past… meddling…”
They were nearing the root of the problem, but Dumbledore seemed to have stopped listening; his gaze was transfixed on his hand. He followed those blue eyes and saw a jagged scar form on his palm. “What…?”, he muttered. He pulled back his sleeve and watched as the line cut into his hand and then his arm, soon followed by strange arcane symbols.
It took him a moment to realize the spell. He wasn’t bleeding or chanting… How..? Dumbledore watch him with strange fascination. “Severus?”,, he asked. A scar… something in the past… the Past! Dammit! That brat was meddling!
Suddenly, the memories ghosted around in his mind. Time travel was a tricky thing. Things would get back to normal when Harry was done messing with his time. Dumbledore watched him a moment before Severus rose up. “I… I have to find the Potter brat… I think I’m…” Dumbledore stood up suddenly as he saw Severus’ hand become transparent a moment before becoming solid. He looked at the headmaster with a shocked, panicked expression. “I’m… I’m dying…”, he said softly.
To be continued…
Snape: WHY MUST YOU TORTURE ME SO, WOMAN!?
Tie: I can’t help it, really…. Its just that easy.
Snape: Why you…!
Tie: Hey! Watch your tongue! *holds up pen and paper* Or we could add brutally raped by a chimp to your tortured past.
Snape: You wouldn’t dare…
Tie: Wouldn’t I?
Snape: NOOO!! MAKE IT STOP! PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!!
Tie: there is only one thing that will make this all stop… the readers… if they demand it enough.
Snape: Please… help…
Tie: AHAHAHAHAHAHA
By: trapped_in_eternity
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Warning: slash, talks about rape, violence, suicide. Fun stuff
Side note: Thank you to all who have commented and have been keeping up this long. Thank you all for reading. I hope you enjoy this chapter. (i don't know Snape's age. So we'll say 35 for now)
Chapter 11
Would you like to save.
Severus Snape was the most feared professor at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry; it was a status he enjoyed and took full advantage of. He glared at the small lot of first years as he walked by. Poor little thing practically soiled themselves just at the sight of him. He chuckled to himself as he shook his head. Sometimes these little joys came too easily.
Life was simple these days… Not that he enjoyed them all that much anymore. His classes were boring, having to teach these brats something about the delicate art of potions. None of them seemed very gifted… not naturally so. Ms Granger was all books, not from real feeling like a real potion master should be. She had no love for the subject, only that it was a class that she must excel in because that is what she did… Excelled in books smart. He grinned as he thought of the day where those books might fail her, and she would be stuck working on instinct instead of memorized knowledge. If such a day would come, he hoped he would be there to watch.
Granger and Weasley had been most subdued since their Golden Boy disappeared. Of course, Dumbledore told them where he was and that he was safe, but that didn’t seem to put them at ease.
It would seem that the disappearance of the Boy-who-Lived had affected a lot of people. Draco was less eager to start a fight with his arch nemesis out of the way. He was calm and quiet and much the eager student. Part of Severus wished that Potter would never come back, so that he could keep this relative peace… Another screamed and kicked him for thinking such a thing. He didn’t know what part of his that way, but he wished he could poison it…
None the less, the class was relatively silent. He just watched his students make their potion and refused to acknowledge the vacant spot next to Weasley. He would not think of Potter now, not again. He growled as he realized how stupid he was being. What did it matter if the boy was on his mind constantly…
He shook his head, as if to clear his thoughts. No. Now is not the time to ponder to new and arising mystery that was Harry Potter. He had things to do, students to keep in line. He didn’t have time to fantasize about the brat. Wait… fantasize… Did he actually think that word?!
He couldn’t help but groan. He really was more far gone than he thought. He put it down under lack of sleep… He couldn’t rest well since… Dammit! Potter was not the reason for his poor sleeping habits! He… he was just… insomniac… He could force himself to believe that one, right?
Doubtful… It was useless to do this to himself. He would have to come to terms with it sooner or later. The small voice told him he had plenty of time before Harry decided to make a come back, or that someone went to go get him. He rubbed the heel of his hands into his eyes and sighed.
Severus soon realized he was leaving himself too open as he noticed Granger and Draco watching him curiously. They were the two most observant students in his class, and also the brightest, now that Draco was applying himself. Finally, a topic that wasn’t Potter… Too late.
Why couldn’t he get that blasted boy out of his head!? He grumbled and decided he would talk with the headmaster. He was sure if he just learnt of the boy’s wellbeing he could go on with his daily life.
Still, there was one thing that bothered him. He would get strange flashes from his childhood, and Harry was normally there… talking to him, being with him… blood on his clothing… holding him. He shuddered visibly. That boy would be the death of him…
* * * * * * *
After the last of the students cleared out of his classroom, he made his way to the headmaster’s office without any further interruptions. As a thirty-five year old man, he was a being of routine… and this one had clung to him since he had been a teenager. Of course, deep down, he thought it was pathetic, having nothing better to do on a Friday night, but, he pushed the thought from his mind.
He came to the statue and sighed. “Chocolate Orange.”, he said, his voice dripping with venom. Some things never changed, and the headmaster’s unhealthy obsession with sweets was one of those strange comforts in life, no matter how old you were.
Dumbledore was seated behind his desk, as he had been for the last twenty years. Their chest board was already set up; the black pieces facing the empty chair, which he soon occupied…
“Ah, good evening my boy. How were your classes today?” The typical icebreaking question, but he knew where this was going all to well. That twinkle in those blue eyes knew something they shouldn’t. “Same as always, sir.”, he replied emotionlessly. “Something bother you my boy?” As if he didn’t already know. Well, two could play at this game. “No sir.” “Nothing at all?”, he asked, that maddening twinkle was on full force this evening. “No sir.”, he replied again. “Are you quite sure?” Well, now that I think about it, Flitwick had suggested that we mud-wrestle in a vat of jell-o and flubberworms. “Just thinking and brooding, sir.” “Oh? What about?” Well, I wondered if it should be a private affair, or if you and Minerva would join us? “Harry Potter, sir.”
Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled even more. “Oh? What about Mr. Potter?” This game was become tiresome fast. Dumbledore knew it. But then, the old coot could read his thoughts through legillemence, even as he tried to block him. He could see the laughter in his eyes as he listening to Snape’s inner responses. “Tea?”, the headmaster offered as if he sensed nothing wrong. “Yes, please.” Dumbledore magicked them both a cup. Severus reached for it and nods. “I was just wondering how long the brat would remain in the past… meddling…”
They were nearing the root of the problem, but Dumbledore seemed to have stopped listening; his gaze was transfixed on his hand. He followed those blue eyes and saw a jagged scar form on his palm. “What…?”, he muttered. He pulled back his sleeve and watched as the line cut into his hand and then his arm, soon followed by strange arcane symbols.
It took him a moment to realize the spell. He wasn’t bleeding or chanting… How..? Dumbledore watch him with strange fascination. “Severus?”,, he asked. A scar… something in the past… the Past! Dammit! That brat was meddling!
Suddenly, the memories ghosted around in his mind. Time travel was a tricky thing. Things would get back to normal when Harry was done messing with his time. Dumbledore watched him a moment before Severus rose up. “I… I have to find the Potter brat… I think I’m…” Dumbledore stood up suddenly as he saw Severus’ hand become transparent a moment before becoming solid. He looked at the headmaster with a shocked, panicked expression. “I’m… I’m dying…”, he said softly.
To be continued…
Snape: WHY MUST YOU TORTURE ME SO, WOMAN!?
Tie: I can’t help it, really…. Its just that easy.
Snape: Why you…!
Tie: Hey! Watch your tongue! *holds up pen and paper* Or we could add brutally raped by a chimp to your tortured past.
Snape: You wouldn’t dare…
Tie: Wouldn’t I?
Snape: NOOO!! MAKE IT STOP! PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!!
Tie: there is only one thing that will make this all stop… the readers… if they demand it enough.
Snape: Please… help…
Tie: AHAHAHAHAHAHA