Seven Sins of Severus Snape
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Adult ++
Chapters:
7
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10,783
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44
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Seven Sins of Severus Snape
Title: - Seven Sins of Severus Snape
Author: - RiffRaff
Rating: - NC-17+ (Very Dark)
Pairing: - SS/HP
Summary: - Severus Snape is not religious but even heathens have sins to confess.
Disclaimer: - You've heard it all before so here it goes again, I don't profess to own any of the characters or plot co incidents with the Harry Potter series written by JK Rowling, contained within this story. All dirt, sex and other profanity is made from the sick genius of my own and while I use for my own and others amusements the character of JKR's stories, I do neither profit monetarily or legally from anything contained within these pages. All relative warnings related to this story are clearly indicated and should you be reading this story and take offence I accept no responsibility having warned you thoroughly before undertaking the project. If you sue, you won't make a dime so don't bother. RIFFRAFF.
WARNING: - Consider this your one and only warning. From here on in you’re on your own and any damage you cause yourself by reading this fic will be no ones fault but your own. This is a DARK FIC, specifically written for those of us who enjoy the ‘darker side’ of this ship and are adult enough to take it for what it is, an intimate piece of FICTION! This fic contains graphic sexual violence, language and other nasties so if you’re of the old school ‘fluffy bunny’ club than I suggest reading some of my other fic’s, which can be found under my ‘author’ link. As for those of you game, I appreciate any feedback on this piece. I consider it my pet project and I am not afraid to admit I scare myself sometimes with some of this shit I come up with. Still enjoy the ride, and I hope you’re still with me at the end.
Cheers RiffRaff.
Seven Sins of Severus Snape
Chapter 1 (PRIDE)
He lay still on the floor, his cheek pressed flat to the damp stone beneath him. His breathing was shallow and labored, each breath sucking what little life left he clung onto. He was cold, his icy fingertips numb to the rough stones he’d scratched into in his moments of pain. The stench of rotting flesh still filled his nostrils, masking the familiar scents of his surroundings that might have comforted him in his need. Despite his losing battle, he refused to close his eyes. Stubborn till the end, there was no way he would not look death straight in the eye. If his father’s advice had meant anything to him as a child, it was that death came to you, you did not go looking for it. He knew better than to dwell on his past however, such morose times lay behind him and he would be damned if his last thoughts were of his father.
Another wave of pain crippled his body. Already broken bones and torn muscles screamed in agony as he shuddered with each wave of fire that spread through his body. Just as quickly as it came it left, leaving him broken and alone with his thoughts once again. A thin trail of blood trickled out of the corner of his mouth and onto the stone floor beneath him. Had he the strength he might have spared the trickle a smearing wipe, but he knew movement was impossible.
Nothing had ever prepared him for this. 20 years should have been ample time to come to terms with the inevitable but like most things unpleasant, this had snuck up on him. Like a nasty surprise, it had bitten him on the arse and he’d been powerless to stop it.
He could hear others now the roar of magic had gone. The cries and whimpers of those around him, clinging to what remained of their own shattered bodies. He would not waste his energies on pray’s to Merlin or cries of anguish for loved ones, why repent a life you knew you’d sacrificed the moment the boy was born.
The boy.
The reason they were all here, was the boy. Green eyes, was all he dared to remember of the boy. The green eyes of the boy’s mother and the only reason he was lying here now. He would have done anything for those green eyes, even this. If his last memories were to be those green eyes, he would die a satisfied man.
But death is cruel and life even crueler.
There are voices now hurrying over corpses and rubble. The pitiful cries of those still able draw them closer, and he curses inwardly. To die alone, to face death with his pride still in tact was his only goal. He did not want them to see him broken, defeated and resigned to a fate he knew was inevitable but was still too blind to have seen it coming.
“Severus!” Tears leak from his eyes, not in sadness but humiliation as he hears his name being called out among the many others. He will not close his eyes even as another surge of pain leaves him choking and gasping for air. In the darkness only shadows and movement can be seen but the shadows of darkness in the world, are better than those in the darkness of his mind. A soft wisp of air brushes past his face, the ghost of a robe as someone steps over him like he’s nothing. His bloodied, numb fingers dig into the stone, clinging desperately to what pride and dignity he might have left after such an act. Why could they not let him go with the shred of pride he had left?
“Severus!” His name again is called out. This time the wave of pain has not stopped. He shakes uncontrollably, blood trickling like a river from his mouth as each breath he takes is like a knife through his chest. Another wisp of air wafts around him, but this time the shadow does not step over him. Instead he watches as the figure falls to his knees beside him, strong, time-wearied hands clutching at his shoulders to try and stop him from shaking so violently against the cold ground. “Severus,” He knows that voice. A voice that for years taught him everything he knows. “Hold on my boy, hold on.” He struggles to keep his eyes open as pain explodes behind his eyes. The strong hands of his witness support his head but do little but provide shallow comfort.
He will not die like this.
20 years of sacrifice and he will die the same broken weak wizard he’d become in service. Using the pain as his drive, he pushes himself up using what strength he was saving to summon what’s left of his dignity. His arms quake under his weight as he reaches for his wand. 13 and a ½ inches of oak, with a snake skin core. Like a moth, with it’s wings trying to escape the surface tension of a pool, he struggles and ultimately fails. Collapsing in a heap his hands empty of its prize, and his death a disgrace he takes his final breath to glance up at his witness.
With eyes open wide, he stares death in the face and remarks to himself that Death looks very similar to Albus Dumbledore. With his final breath gone, gone too is the pain and as he slips into veiled darkness his onyx eyes remain open, stubborn till the end.
TBC>>>>>
A/N I appreciate any feedback at all on this piece, but please understand that flames will be deleted and if I see no interest in this fic I'll pull the plug and post it solely on my 'less public' livejournal. So it's reason to review if you want to read more. :)
Cheers
RIFFRAFF
Author: - RiffRaff
Rating: - NC-17+ (Very Dark)
Pairing: - SS/HP
Summary: - Severus Snape is not religious but even heathens have sins to confess.
Disclaimer: - You've heard it all before so here it goes again, I don't profess to own any of the characters or plot co incidents with the Harry Potter series written by JK Rowling, contained within this story. All dirt, sex and other profanity is made from the sick genius of my own and while I use for my own and others amusements the character of JKR's stories, I do neither profit monetarily or legally from anything contained within these pages. All relative warnings related to this story are clearly indicated and should you be reading this story and take offence I accept no responsibility having warned you thoroughly before undertaking the project. If you sue, you won't make a dime so don't bother. RIFFRAFF.
WARNING: - Consider this your one and only warning. From here on in you’re on your own and any damage you cause yourself by reading this fic will be no ones fault but your own. This is a DARK FIC, specifically written for those of us who enjoy the ‘darker side’ of this ship and are adult enough to take it for what it is, an intimate piece of FICTION! This fic contains graphic sexual violence, language and other nasties so if you’re of the old school ‘fluffy bunny’ club than I suggest reading some of my other fic’s, which can be found under my ‘author’ link. As for those of you game, I appreciate any feedback on this piece. I consider it my pet project and I am not afraid to admit I scare myself sometimes with some of this shit I come up with. Still enjoy the ride, and I hope you’re still with me at the end.
Cheers RiffRaff.
Seven Sins of Severus Snape
Chapter 1 (PRIDE)
He lay still on the floor, his cheek pressed flat to the damp stone beneath him. His breathing was shallow and labored, each breath sucking what little life left he clung onto. He was cold, his icy fingertips numb to the rough stones he’d scratched into in his moments of pain. The stench of rotting flesh still filled his nostrils, masking the familiar scents of his surroundings that might have comforted him in his need. Despite his losing battle, he refused to close his eyes. Stubborn till the end, there was no way he would not look death straight in the eye. If his father’s advice had meant anything to him as a child, it was that death came to you, you did not go looking for it. He knew better than to dwell on his past however, such morose times lay behind him and he would be damned if his last thoughts were of his father.
Another wave of pain crippled his body. Already broken bones and torn muscles screamed in agony as he shuddered with each wave of fire that spread through his body. Just as quickly as it came it left, leaving him broken and alone with his thoughts once again. A thin trail of blood trickled out of the corner of his mouth and onto the stone floor beneath him. Had he the strength he might have spared the trickle a smearing wipe, but he knew movement was impossible.
Nothing had ever prepared him for this. 20 years should have been ample time to come to terms with the inevitable but like most things unpleasant, this had snuck up on him. Like a nasty surprise, it had bitten him on the arse and he’d been powerless to stop it.
He could hear others now the roar of magic had gone. The cries and whimpers of those around him, clinging to what remained of their own shattered bodies. He would not waste his energies on pray’s to Merlin or cries of anguish for loved ones, why repent a life you knew you’d sacrificed the moment the boy was born.
The boy.
The reason they were all here, was the boy. Green eyes, was all he dared to remember of the boy. The green eyes of the boy’s mother and the only reason he was lying here now. He would have done anything for those green eyes, even this. If his last memories were to be those green eyes, he would die a satisfied man.
But death is cruel and life even crueler.
There are voices now hurrying over corpses and rubble. The pitiful cries of those still able draw them closer, and he curses inwardly. To die alone, to face death with his pride still in tact was his only goal. He did not want them to see him broken, defeated and resigned to a fate he knew was inevitable but was still too blind to have seen it coming.
“Severus!” Tears leak from his eyes, not in sadness but humiliation as he hears his name being called out among the many others. He will not close his eyes even as another surge of pain leaves him choking and gasping for air. In the darkness only shadows and movement can be seen but the shadows of darkness in the world, are better than those in the darkness of his mind. A soft wisp of air brushes past his face, the ghost of a robe as someone steps over him like he’s nothing. His bloodied, numb fingers dig into the stone, clinging desperately to what pride and dignity he might have left after such an act. Why could they not let him go with the shred of pride he had left?
“Severus!” His name again is called out. This time the wave of pain has not stopped. He shakes uncontrollably, blood trickling like a river from his mouth as each breath he takes is like a knife through his chest. Another wisp of air wafts around him, but this time the shadow does not step over him. Instead he watches as the figure falls to his knees beside him, strong, time-wearied hands clutching at his shoulders to try and stop him from shaking so violently against the cold ground. “Severus,” He knows that voice. A voice that for years taught him everything he knows. “Hold on my boy, hold on.” He struggles to keep his eyes open as pain explodes behind his eyes. The strong hands of his witness support his head but do little but provide shallow comfort.
He will not die like this.
20 years of sacrifice and he will die the same broken weak wizard he’d become in service. Using the pain as his drive, he pushes himself up using what strength he was saving to summon what’s left of his dignity. His arms quake under his weight as he reaches for his wand. 13 and a ½ inches of oak, with a snake skin core. Like a moth, with it’s wings trying to escape the surface tension of a pool, he struggles and ultimately fails. Collapsing in a heap his hands empty of its prize, and his death a disgrace he takes his final breath to glance up at his witness.
With eyes open wide, he stares death in the face and remarks to himself that Death looks very similar to Albus Dumbledore. With his final breath gone, gone too is the pain and as he slips into veiled darkness his onyx eyes remain open, stubborn till the end.
TBC>>>>>
A/N I appreciate any feedback at all on this piece, but please understand that flames will be deleted and if I see no interest in this fic I'll pull the plug and post it solely on my 'less public' livejournal. So it's reason to review if you want to read more. :)
Cheers
RIFFRAFF