Hollow

NOTE:: ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO JK ROWLING, I just mess around with them :-)

Also, this is my first attempt at a fanfiction, never tried to write one before, so if it really sucks, I’m sorry :-(. This idea is mine if its similar to anyone else, I\'m sorry, that wasn\'t intetional.

OH AND THERE WILL BE SEX, I rated it NC17 for a reason, so if you don\'t like it, don\'t read it, simple concept right?

And all students are 18

CHAPTER ONE: COLD

He was sitting at his desk, fumbling over a stack of parchment. Stupid insolent students… He thought to himself, as he found one parchment ranting about a curse solution though the ingredients mentioned weren’t all supposed to be he she solution, and as for the ones who were supposed to be in the solution, the amount added was either more or less then the proper given amount. He glanced at the name: Neville Longbottom, of course… The porcupines used in transfiguration class had more brains then him. He wrote a mark on it with a quill, and turned to the next parchment. The parchment was quite a few more inches then he had assigned, he started debating himself whether or not to take off points for that, all the ingredients and aspects of the potions were fine… But still… He looked at the name: Hermione Granger… Of course, he should’ve known.

Nothing irked him more then Miss Granger and her two friends, Mr. Weasley, and of course Mr. Harry Potter. The three of them thought themselves about everyone else, and well there was really no student he hated more then Harry Potter. Harry was always thinking himself about the rest just because of some stupid lightning shaped scar on his head, and because he was seeker on the Gryffindor team, plus he was always snooping around in places he shouldn’t be, and he was always trying to do something to gain himself more admiration from his peers. And well Dumbledore always came to the defense of the boy. And as for Mr. Weasley, he was Mr. Potter’s partner in crime; he’d do anything to make himself appear in the spotlight. He supposed he was supposed to feel sorry for the boy, the poor boy who had been upstaged by all his brothers. But he didn’t, he felt sorrow for no one. And Mr. Weasley idol his his best friend, the famous Harry Potter; through his eyes Harry Potter was some kind of god. Then there was Hermione Granger. The little know it all who had memorized every single book ever assigned, who always shot her hand right up in his face du cla class, who told people how to do things correctly when they really should just be doing things themselves. No one learned things from other people, they learned by experiencing things themselves, the expected, unexpected, and both the good and bad.

He folded his hands in his lap, and sat back in his leather-backed armchair. There was a fire lit in the fireplace but it did little to warm the dungeon. The cold didn’t bother him. He liked the isolation of having an office in the dungeon, the loneliness, the quiet, and even the cold. It became him. It was him. He wrapped his black robes around his thin body and pushed the pile of parchment aside. He didn’t think he could take anymore of those ramblings, or the idiocy. He glared at the grandfather clock against the wall, pausing for a moment to listen to the sounds of the rusted pendulum. It was almost time for dinner in the Great Hall. He slowly arose from his seat and headed out the door locking it with a spell behind him.


Snape took his seat in between Dumbledore and Professor McGongall the head of GryffindHe gHe glanced over at his own table, the Syltherin table, and saw the usual stuff going on. Pansy Parkinson was hitting on Draco Malfoy, and Crabbe and Goyle were looking around gaping like idiots they were in between stuffing their faces with food. Then he looked over at the Gryffindor table, a sour look forming on his face as he spotted Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley talking to each other quietly, as if they were plotting something, which they probably were. They were probably going to take Potter’s retched invisibility cloak and sneaking off of Hogwarts Property. And Hermione was talking in depth to the head boy, also a Gryffindor about something. They caught his eye and he looked away. He picked at the last of his food and walked away, there was only so much he could take.
“ Severus, if I may have a word,” the headmaster said as he started getting out of his chair.
“ Yes, headmaster,” Snape said.
“ I was wondering if you’d heard anything from your circle lately.”
“ Circle?” asked Snape. “ Oh the Death Eater’s circle.”
“ Yes Severus, Voldemort’s been rather quiet lately, if I daresay it does worry me a little.”
“ I’m sorry, Dumbledore, the dark lords been quiet lately.”
“ Well keep in updated, Severus.”
“ Yes I will.”
“ Thank you Severus, you may be excused now.” Without another word, Snape turned around and walked back to his dungeon.


Nightfall came, and as Snape sat in his office finishing the grading of a bunch ocondcond years parchments on shrinking solutions, he felt an urging to go for a walk. According to the lunar calendar there was a full moon tonight and there was nothing more peaceful then a moonlight illuminating Hogwart’s property. He let himself out one of the back doors and walked to the lake and sat there contemplating and remembering his past, his years as a student of Hogwarts.
He had always been fighting with James Potter and his crew consisting of Lupin, Peter, and Black. And then theas tas that trick they pulled on him, the trick that almost had cost him his life, and then there was Lily. Beautiful Lily with her red hair and green eyes, beautiful Lily who had chosen Potter over him. He then remembered why he had initially joined the death eaters. He had joined them because he wanted to feel important, and powerful, he had wanted Lily to think that he was someone worth being with. Some one better then James Potter, head boy and star of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team.
“ Ah Severus what a coincidence finding you here,” a voice that sent chills up his spine interrupted. He looked up and into the face of Voldemort with his snake like red eyes, and his cold unemotional inhuman face.
“ My lord,” Snape attempted to get down on his knees to bow to his master.
“ This is not a happy visit, Severus,” the dark lord said. “ I know the truth, I know how you have been betraying me and your role as a double agent.” He fish wan wand out of his black robes and held it towards Snape. “ Crucio!” A ray of light shot at Snape, he thought he heard a gasp somewhere, but before he could contemplate it, a wide array of pain filled his body and he crouched over.
“ How,” Snape began through coughing spurts of blood. “ How did you get here?”
“ The dark lord has his ways, Severus.” He raised the wand again. “ Ready for another, Severus? The Dark Lord punished those who betray him.” Snape thought he saw a glimpse of a smile in Voldemort’s eyes. “ Cru….” He began.
“ NOOOOOOO!” a voice shouted, and suddenly a blurred figure came running into the path of the shooting streams of light.