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As darkness takes the day
Too Much Love Will Kill You
2 – As darkness takes the day
Severus went back to his private chambers. He thought about the new task assigned to him by the Headmaster. Well, it could have been worse after all. Once there, safe in the solitude of his den, he served himself a drink of PureFire whisky and sat in his armchair, his gaze lost in deep thought.
He did remember the girl. Lorena Nottingham. She was utterly gifted. Surely one of the best students Hogwarts had ever had. When she had entered the school, she was able to ignite and quench fires with her glare only. She could move objects with a wave of her hand or even raising her index only. Wandless and non-verbal magic had been a specialty of hers from an early age, an ability that had raised the interest of Dark Arts teachers and experts at Hogwarts. Including Professor Severus Snape of course. The explanation resided with the actual origin of her own magic, a nature magic as she seemed to tap in both her body and her environment the energy required to perform such magical deeds.
She also seemed to have very good predispositions at both Legilimency and Occlumency, at least when touching other people, though these matters had not been overtly covered by the curriculum. Actually, she was a contact telepath.
Last but not least, she was very interested by potions making... and had quickly become very good at it too, once again, thus raising the Potions Master’s interest. She was the only student to have never been afraid of sitting on the first bench in his class, just in front of him, while all the others fled to the back of the classroom. She was the only student to sustain his gaze, her pale blue eyes watching him with a quiet, almost dreamy, sweetness, that had made Severus thought first she was trying to seduce him. Using Legilimens, he quickly discovered that this was not the case. She was just a gentle yet honest soul. So much un-Slytherin in the Potions Master’s opinion… but Severus could not bully her like he could do with the students from the other Houses. There was something special about her, a mix of strength and mildness. He even came to care for her, very discreetly though, ready to take the stand first against her Slytherin housemates.
She was also of a very special beauty. Not a canon beauty though. Some would have said ‘strange’. Severus had thought only then as ‘magical’. At least in his heart. He did not admit this kind of impressions and even less expressed them. But he had to reckon that in her case, yes, she possessed some kind of magical beauty. She was born early September and because of the admission rules at Hogwarts, was therefore 12 when entering her first year. At 13, she already looked like she was 15. Lovely curves, dark curly hair which fell all along her back in a raven colored cascade. At 15, she was no longer looking like a child.
But her most surprising feature was her eyes. Set in a face of a very fair complexion, a pair of pale blue eyes that seemed to bore in anybody’s gaze up to their very souls. They had had retained Severus’ attention then. He had almost lost his composure the first time his gaze had looked at hers – a most extraordinary feat as the Potions Master never show any of his innermost emotions, above all in front of students in his classroom.
He also remembered when she had become blind, as if it had happened just the day before. He had had his share of very painful memories but surely, the despair he had felt then in the girl was one of the most distressing memories he had ever had.
Yes, he remembered each and every second of that fateful day when…
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… when he heard someone bang at his door loudly. Who in hell could bang his door like that, at such an early hour of the day ? There was no class today, it was Saturday, the OWL exams were over. All the same.
Severus went to his door and opened it, hoping to stop the noise and above all inflict a severe deduction of points to the House of the student that had dared infringe on his territory that way.
With surprise, he saw that a Slytherin girl was at his door, a look of panic on her face. “Please, Professor, please, come with me ! We have a problem in our dorms ! Please !”
He caught the girl’s wrist before she may take flight and dragged her inside, an angry look on his face. He could not deduct points from her House – his own House ! And all Slytherins knew that they could not go and bang at his door without a reason. A good reason. Slytherins were not known as pranksters.
“What’s happening ?!” he barked.
“It’s Lorena, sir ! She’s becoming mad and she’s in a panic over there ! She doing all sort of foolish wand waving in our dorm ! Please come ! I’m not joking ! Sir, please !”
What ? His top student making riff raff in the Slytherin girls dorm ? That wasn’t like her. He followed the Slytherin student up to the girls’ dorm. Once there, he found a group of Slytherin girls in front of a closed door. The girls moved away as he approached, to let him pass. He could hear screams from inside the room.
“What’s happening ?” Severus asked briskly.
“She’s closed the door,” a third-year student replied. “We cannot enter. She’s warded it. We tried to lift the wards, but as soon as we lift them, she puts them back into place.”
“We don’t understand, sir, she’s just got jinxed like that, no purpose, no reason…” another girl remarked.
Severus turned to her. “There’s always a reason !”
“She’s wrecking the place !” whined another one.
Severus had to admit that courage was not Slytherin’s first quality. He left that to Gryffindors. “You ! Go and bring back the Headmaster !” he said to the girl that had mentioned a lack of reason. “You ! Bring back Ms Pomfrey here at once !” he said to the whining girl. “Do not enter before I or Professor Dumbledore say you may !” he said to the others.
He got his wand out and touched the door. He could feel the power of the spell. As fast as lightning, he cast a counter-curse and the door opened in a loud bang, allowing him to enter before it could close again. Once inside, he closed the door with a locking charm.
The girl was there, in her long white sleeping gown, a sheer look of panic on her face. Despair too. Her wand in hand, she had not exactly wrecked the place but she aimed it aimlessly and caused things to go upside down in the room.
Severus did not hesitate a single second. He cast a spell at her but she countered it with her hand in one direction, her wand in another. She had sensed a presence. Her mouth was casting a spell too as her lips were moving. She can cast three spells at a time ? the Potions Master thought. How unusual… and impressive ! Well, he was not that surprised, given her background.
He managed to avoid them and cast a silencing spell on himself so that he could not be heard. He could not gather why she had become mad like that. He would think about it later. Now was time to master her and get her calmer. But in the middle of her madness, she had had time to protect herself. She’s not so mad then.
That left Severus with only one option. The rough way. He rushed to her and grabbed her left wrist – her wand hand. He rounded her waist with his other arm, pressing her against him. The girl growled when feeling she was restrained as such. After an unfair fight, they both fell onto the closest bed. She had a good control of her reflexes as she still held onto her wand, even trying to turn it against him between her agile fingers.
“Let me go ! Don’t touch me ! Let me go !” Her right hand, still free, was hitting his chest with all she had. He grabbed it to gain total control of her this time. She did not move any longer under him. All of a sudden, she became silent, her breast heaving fast from her previous efforts, her lips slightly open. “Don’t touch me… please…” she whispered, feeling the heavier, taller and stronger male body laid on her. A contact she had never experienced before. A contact that increased her panic.
The Potions Master had to keep control of himself – he had never been in so close a contact with a student and for a second or two, he had to admit that her womanly 16-year-old body was all the more comfortable against his own. He shut his own mind out, lest lustful thoughts of his may slip out…
Severus was about to ask her what this was all about when he looked at her face. Her eyes were wide open, but there was something strange about them. They were motionless and their color was no longer that usual pale blue.
They were of a pale gray. Empty.
He swore in his mind and removed the silencing spell off him, so that she could hear him. “What’s going on, Miss Nottingham ?” he asked gently.
“Prof… Professor… Snape ? Is that… you ?”
She was not looking at him. Or rather, she seemed to be looking through him.
“Yes, it’s me. What’s going on here ?”
She swallowed, apparently reassured by the silky tone of his voice. Her eyes welled up to shed tears eventually. “I’m… I’m blind !”
Her left hand went limp and let go of her wand eventually. Severus took it gently from her hand, releasing her wrist at the same time.
“What’s happening to me… Professor ?” she asked in distress.
He looked at her. “I don’t know, Miss Nottingham.” Feeling another outburst of panic from her, he did something that he did not remember to have ever done to a student before. He freed her other wrist and with his both hand, he stroked her face, dabbing her tears gingerly. “I don’t know but we’ll find out… there… it’s alright… don’t worry…” he went on gently, giving his deep voice a soothing tone.
The girl seemed to calm down under his gentle touch. Now she was even clinging to him, her both fists on his chest. “Don’t leave me alone… in the dark…” she pleaded in a whisper.
“No, we won’t,” he said again in a hushed tone. Realizing his position on top of her could be misconstrued, he rose from her without breaking physical contact with her, holding her hands in his. Now he could understand her panic. “I’m here.”
He helped her stand up. The girl had put her head against his chest and was weeping silently, still clinging to him as if her very life depended on it. He soothed her by holding her against him, his both arms around her, cradling her, one of his hands gently stroking her long dark hair. With his other hand, he got a handkerchief out of his pocket and dabbed her tears again with it. “There… it’s alright… You’re not alone in this… you’re not alone…”
The girl’s predicament had awakened a dreadful memory in his mind. He remembered when his father had punished him one evening, compelling to spend the night all alone in a shack outside. The night was so dark, young Severus could not even see his hands. He had been scared to death and had not slept for the whole night. Save that the night disappeared eventually, while this girl… she’s in a night that may last a long time if not forever. He could relate to her outburst of panic.
The girl stopped crying. Severus was surprised : he knew the girl was more or less a contact telepath – hence the reason why she did not like to touch nor be touched – but this time, she had let him do. She had let him touch her face. She had let him take her between his arms and hug her tight against his own body. Of course, she had struggled against him when he had tried to gain control of her to disarm her of her wand. He had tried to do so the least brutally possible – though he knew he was brutal anyway. But all in all, his contact was not disturbing or unpleasant. He was much different than what he showed in class.
On his side, Severus had to admit that this girl’s body against his own was all the more pleasant. Long time he had not held a woman between his arms ! Too long. Her flexible, warm body was good to hold. Her cheeks were smooth under his hand. He noticed that one of her shoulders was now bare. Round and inviting to a caress or a kiss. He realized that the 16-year-old girl was no longer a child. She even had the body of a grown woman – he had felt it when he had struggled with her and laid his 6’1” frame on her eventually. A cruel reminder of his own loneliness.
She began to go limp. “I’ll bring you to the infirmary to see Ms Pomfrey. Hold on to me.” He removed his black school robe quickly and put it around her, before taking her in a cradle carry. He had her wand along with his own, in the same hand.
The girl was drained now, most likely because of the powerful and erratic magic displayed before he could enter the dorm and quiet her down. She was too much exhausted to even shake or whimper. Her head was now resting on his shoulder, in complete abandon. Severus could not remember the last time a woman had abandoned herself against him like she did now. She still had his handkerchief in her hand though, her hand on his shoulder. She coiled against him, reassured by the warmth of his robe. His scent, blend of… various potions ingredients and something very male. His body warmth. She could feel his muscular body against her own and for a long time – if not forever – these two sensations, smell and warmth, would be the first and only reassuring memory she would keep as a blind person.
Severus canceled the locking charm he had put on the door and opened it with another spell. Dumbledore was not here, nor was Ms Pomfrey. Only one Slytherin first-year girl was there. The other girls were gone. For the first time in his life, Severus wanted to curse Slytherins for their lack of courage or loyalty – and dock fifty points from his own House for the same. “I’ve been told to inform you that Professor Dumbledore is outside for business and that Ms Pomfrey is tending to a severely injured patient now, sir,” the girl said with a small voice, her eyes lowered more out of fear than respect for the Potions Master and her Head of House.
“Right,” Severus growled, reverting to his old grumpy ways. He would have to carry the girl down to the hospital wing himself. It would not be unpleasant but he did not wish to be seen by students who may jump to conclusions too quickly… Especially Gryffindors. He wanted to preserve both his and the Slytherin girl’s reputations. He did not need anybody think he had just bedded a student, as the girl was barefoot, in her nightgown, his black school robe around her body.
Once there, he was shown a bed by Ms Pomfrey, where he laid down his precious load. He stayed with her, holding her hand up to the moment when the mediwitch came to see them. He briefly explained to her what had happened and that the girl had awakened blind and had entered a fit of panic on discovering so. He kept her wand with him but left her his handkerchief. He promised her he would check on her regularly.
Severus Snape was a man of honor. He kept his promise indeed.
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'As darkness takes the day' is a line from the song "In Noctem" from the Half-Blood Prince movie soundtrack. A pure marvel.
Please rate & review ! Thanks in anticipation !
2 – As darkness takes the day
Severus went back to his private chambers. He thought about the new task assigned to him by the Headmaster. Well, it could have been worse after all. Once there, safe in the solitude of his den, he served himself a drink of PureFire whisky and sat in his armchair, his gaze lost in deep thought.
He did remember the girl. Lorena Nottingham. She was utterly gifted. Surely one of the best students Hogwarts had ever had. When she had entered the school, she was able to ignite and quench fires with her glare only. She could move objects with a wave of her hand or even raising her index only. Wandless and non-verbal magic had been a specialty of hers from an early age, an ability that had raised the interest of Dark Arts teachers and experts at Hogwarts. Including Professor Severus Snape of course. The explanation resided with the actual origin of her own magic, a nature magic as she seemed to tap in both her body and her environment the energy required to perform such magical deeds.
She also seemed to have very good predispositions at both Legilimency and Occlumency, at least when touching other people, though these matters had not been overtly covered by the curriculum. Actually, she was a contact telepath.
Last but not least, she was very interested by potions making... and had quickly become very good at it too, once again, thus raising the Potions Master’s interest. She was the only student to have never been afraid of sitting on the first bench in his class, just in front of him, while all the others fled to the back of the classroom. She was the only student to sustain his gaze, her pale blue eyes watching him with a quiet, almost dreamy, sweetness, that had made Severus thought first she was trying to seduce him. Using Legilimens, he quickly discovered that this was not the case. She was just a gentle yet honest soul. So much un-Slytherin in the Potions Master’s opinion… but Severus could not bully her like he could do with the students from the other Houses. There was something special about her, a mix of strength and mildness. He even came to care for her, very discreetly though, ready to take the stand first against her Slytherin housemates.
She was also of a very special beauty. Not a canon beauty though. Some would have said ‘strange’. Severus had thought only then as ‘magical’. At least in his heart. He did not admit this kind of impressions and even less expressed them. But he had to reckon that in her case, yes, she possessed some kind of magical beauty. She was born early September and because of the admission rules at Hogwarts, was therefore 12 when entering her first year. At 13, she already looked like she was 15. Lovely curves, dark curly hair which fell all along her back in a raven colored cascade. At 15, she was no longer looking like a child.
But her most surprising feature was her eyes. Set in a face of a very fair complexion, a pair of pale blue eyes that seemed to bore in anybody’s gaze up to their very souls. They had had retained Severus’ attention then. He had almost lost his composure the first time his gaze had looked at hers – a most extraordinary feat as the Potions Master never show any of his innermost emotions, above all in front of students in his classroom.
He also remembered when she had become blind, as if it had happened just the day before. He had had his share of very painful memories but surely, the despair he had felt then in the girl was one of the most distressing memories he had ever had.
Yes, he remembered each and every second of that fateful day when…
*-*-*
… when he heard someone bang at his door loudly. Who in hell could bang his door like that, at such an early hour of the day ? There was no class today, it was Saturday, the OWL exams were over. All the same.
Severus went to his door and opened it, hoping to stop the noise and above all inflict a severe deduction of points to the House of the student that had dared infringe on his territory that way.
With surprise, he saw that a Slytherin girl was at his door, a look of panic on her face. “Please, Professor, please, come with me ! We have a problem in our dorms ! Please !”
He caught the girl’s wrist before she may take flight and dragged her inside, an angry look on his face. He could not deduct points from her House – his own House ! And all Slytherins knew that they could not go and bang at his door without a reason. A good reason. Slytherins were not known as pranksters.
“What’s happening ?!” he barked.
“It’s Lorena, sir ! She’s becoming mad and she’s in a panic over there ! She doing all sort of foolish wand waving in our dorm ! Please come ! I’m not joking ! Sir, please !”
What ? His top student making riff raff in the Slytherin girls dorm ? That wasn’t like her. He followed the Slytherin student up to the girls’ dorm. Once there, he found a group of Slytherin girls in front of a closed door. The girls moved away as he approached, to let him pass. He could hear screams from inside the room.
“What’s happening ?” Severus asked briskly.
“She’s closed the door,” a third-year student replied. “We cannot enter. She’s warded it. We tried to lift the wards, but as soon as we lift them, she puts them back into place.”
“We don’t understand, sir, she’s just got jinxed like that, no purpose, no reason…” another girl remarked.
Severus turned to her. “There’s always a reason !”
“She’s wrecking the place !” whined another one.
Severus had to admit that courage was not Slytherin’s first quality. He left that to Gryffindors. “You ! Go and bring back the Headmaster !” he said to the girl that had mentioned a lack of reason. “You ! Bring back Ms Pomfrey here at once !” he said to the whining girl. “Do not enter before I or Professor Dumbledore say you may !” he said to the others.
He got his wand out and touched the door. He could feel the power of the spell. As fast as lightning, he cast a counter-curse and the door opened in a loud bang, allowing him to enter before it could close again. Once inside, he closed the door with a locking charm.
The girl was there, in her long white sleeping gown, a sheer look of panic on her face. Despair too. Her wand in hand, she had not exactly wrecked the place but she aimed it aimlessly and caused things to go upside down in the room.
Severus did not hesitate a single second. He cast a spell at her but she countered it with her hand in one direction, her wand in another. She had sensed a presence. Her mouth was casting a spell too as her lips were moving. She can cast three spells at a time ? the Potions Master thought. How unusual… and impressive ! Well, he was not that surprised, given her background.
He managed to avoid them and cast a silencing spell on himself so that he could not be heard. He could not gather why she had become mad like that. He would think about it later. Now was time to master her and get her calmer. But in the middle of her madness, she had had time to protect herself. She’s not so mad then.
That left Severus with only one option. The rough way. He rushed to her and grabbed her left wrist – her wand hand. He rounded her waist with his other arm, pressing her against him. The girl growled when feeling she was restrained as such. After an unfair fight, they both fell onto the closest bed. She had a good control of her reflexes as she still held onto her wand, even trying to turn it against him between her agile fingers.
“Let me go ! Don’t touch me ! Let me go !” Her right hand, still free, was hitting his chest with all she had. He grabbed it to gain total control of her this time. She did not move any longer under him. All of a sudden, she became silent, her breast heaving fast from her previous efforts, her lips slightly open. “Don’t touch me… please…” she whispered, feeling the heavier, taller and stronger male body laid on her. A contact she had never experienced before. A contact that increased her panic.
The Potions Master had to keep control of himself – he had never been in so close a contact with a student and for a second or two, he had to admit that her womanly 16-year-old body was all the more comfortable against his own. He shut his own mind out, lest lustful thoughts of his may slip out…
Severus was about to ask her what this was all about when he looked at her face. Her eyes were wide open, but there was something strange about them. They were motionless and their color was no longer that usual pale blue.
They were of a pale gray. Empty.
He swore in his mind and removed the silencing spell off him, so that she could hear him. “What’s going on, Miss Nottingham ?” he asked gently.
“Prof… Professor… Snape ? Is that… you ?”
She was not looking at him. Or rather, she seemed to be looking through him.
“Yes, it’s me. What’s going on here ?”
She swallowed, apparently reassured by the silky tone of his voice. Her eyes welled up to shed tears eventually. “I’m… I’m blind !”
Her left hand went limp and let go of her wand eventually. Severus took it gently from her hand, releasing her wrist at the same time.
“What’s happening to me… Professor ?” she asked in distress.
He looked at her. “I don’t know, Miss Nottingham.” Feeling another outburst of panic from her, he did something that he did not remember to have ever done to a student before. He freed her other wrist and with his both hand, he stroked her face, dabbing her tears gingerly. “I don’t know but we’ll find out… there… it’s alright… don’t worry…” he went on gently, giving his deep voice a soothing tone.
The girl seemed to calm down under his gentle touch. Now she was even clinging to him, her both fists on his chest. “Don’t leave me alone… in the dark…” she pleaded in a whisper.
“No, we won’t,” he said again in a hushed tone. Realizing his position on top of her could be misconstrued, he rose from her without breaking physical contact with her, holding her hands in his. Now he could understand her panic. “I’m here.”
He helped her stand up. The girl had put her head against his chest and was weeping silently, still clinging to him as if her very life depended on it. He soothed her by holding her against him, his both arms around her, cradling her, one of his hands gently stroking her long dark hair. With his other hand, he got a handkerchief out of his pocket and dabbed her tears again with it. “There… it’s alright… You’re not alone in this… you’re not alone…”
The girl’s predicament had awakened a dreadful memory in his mind. He remembered when his father had punished him one evening, compelling to spend the night all alone in a shack outside. The night was so dark, young Severus could not even see his hands. He had been scared to death and had not slept for the whole night. Save that the night disappeared eventually, while this girl… she’s in a night that may last a long time if not forever. He could relate to her outburst of panic.
The girl stopped crying. Severus was surprised : he knew the girl was more or less a contact telepath – hence the reason why she did not like to touch nor be touched – but this time, she had let him do. She had let him touch her face. She had let him take her between his arms and hug her tight against his own body. Of course, she had struggled against him when he had tried to gain control of her to disarm her of her wand. He had tried to do so the least brutally possible – though he knew he was brutal anyway. But all in all, his contact was not disturbing or unpleasant. He was much different than what he showed in class.
On his side, Severus had to admit that this girl’s body against his own was all the more pleasant. Long time he had not held a woman between his arms ! Too long. Her flexible, warm body was good to hold. Her cheeks were smooth under his hand. He noticed that one of her shoulders was now bare. Round and inviting to a caress or a kiss. He realized that the 16-year-old girl was no longer a child. She even had the body of a grown woman – he had felt it when he had struggled with her and laid his 6’1” frame on her eventually. A cruel reminder of his own loneliness.
She began to go limp. “I’ll bring you to the infirmary to see Ms Pomfrey. Hold on to me.” He removed his black school robe quickly and put it around her, before taking her in a cradle carry. He had her wand along with his own, in the same hand.
The girl was drained now, most likely because of the powerful and erratic magic displayed before he could enter the dorm and quiet her down. She was too much exhausted to even shake or whimper. Her head was now resting on his shoulder, in complete abandon. Severus could not remember the last time a woman had abandoned herself against him like she did now. She still had his handkerchief in her hand though, her hand on his shoulder. She coiled against him, reassured by the warmth of his robe. His scent, blend of… various potions ingredients and something very male. His body warmth. She could feel his muscular body against her own and for a long time – if not forever – these two sensations, smell and warmth, would be the first and only reassuring memory she would keep as a blind person.
Severus canceled the locking charm he had put on the door and opened it with another spell. Dumbledore was not here, nor was Ms Pomfrey. Only one Slytherin first-year girl was there. The other girls were gone. For the first time in his life, Severus wanted to curse Slytherins for their lack of courage or loyalty – and dock fifty points from his own House for the same. “I’ve been told to inform you that Professor Dumbledore is outside for business and that Ms Pomfrey is tending to a severely injured patient now, sir,” the girl said with a small voice, her eyes lowered more out of fear than respect for the Potions Master and her Head of House.
“Right,” Severus growled, reverting to his old grumpy ways. He would have to carry the girl down to the hospital wing himself. It would not be unpleasant but he did not wish to be seen by students who may jump to conclusions too quickly… Especially Gryffindors. He wanted to preserve both his and the Slytherin girl’s reputations. He did not need anybody think he had just bedded a student, as the girl was barefoot, in her nightgown, his black school robe around her body.
Once there, he was shown a bed by Ms Pomfrey, where he laid down his precious load. He stayed with her, holding her hand up to the moment when the mediwitch came to see them. He briefly explained to her what had happened and that the girl had awakened blind and had entered a fit of panic on discovering so. He kept her wand with him but left her his handkerchief. He promised her he would check on her regularly.
Severus Snape was a man of honor. He kept his promise indeed.
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'As darkness takes the day' is a line from the song "In Noctem" from the Half-Blood Prince movie soundtrack. A pure marvel.
Please rate & review ! Thanks in anticipation !