Name Your Poison or, Impaling Oneself On Ones Own
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Name Your Poison or, Impaling Oneself On Ones Own
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Name your poison, or Impaling oneself on ones own sword.
Chapter One - The Letter.
He picked up the phial, held it up to the light and swirled the liquid around in the crystal container, watching as the clear brown liquid sloshed around the sides.
Perfect, he thought.
Everything Snape did with his life, he had to do it to perfection. Everything from the subtle act of subterfuge to the murder of his long-time friend and confidant.
Now he had no one. The perfection of his life had become a farce, one that he couldn’t hide from himself. All because of a promise he couldn’t help making, he'd had to do the unthinkable, and by doing so he had undone all the blood, sweat and tears he had poured into his work, the work he had to do to obtain redemption.
After he fled Hogwarts that fateful night, he ran to the last place he could call his home: Spinner’s End. When he got there, he found Pettigrew, the rat-Animagus, in his laboratory rummaging through his belongings. Pettigrew was muttering to himself, “I’ll prove he’s a traitor; there’s evidence here somewhere.” A tousle ensued and resulted in the ancient cupboard crashing down; the contents shattering and spilling everywhere. Pettigrew changed into his Animagus form and fled.
Countless amounts of valuable Potions ingredients were lost, but Snape didn’t care.
He’d had enough.
He was summoned, had to explain to the Dark Lord that he had to complete Draco’s mission, then had to stand and watch as the poor boy was tortured to insanity by Bellatrix. Then he had the job of dumping the boy’s body at St Mungo’s.
Snape Apparated home and fell on to his bed, exhausted.
He was awoken hours later to the sound of an owl scratching at the window. He walked over to the owl, noticing that the sun was peaking over the top of the mill behind it. He took the parchment and shooed the bird away into the dawn. The parchment read:
The offer of help still stands.
-H.G.
Yeah, help, he thought bitterly. He remembered the occasion all too well.
It was a typical Order meeting. All of his ideas were shot down again by Moody. He kept looking to Dumbledore for help, but all the old man did was twinkle at him, as if to say, ‘Boys will be boys’. When the meeting drew to a close, Snape got up and started to walk towards the door. Moody came up to him and pulled him aside only to say, “You may as well give up on your ideas now, Snape. No one here wants to follow a Death Eater.” Then Moody hobbled away.
Snape glared at Moody, then reached for his wand and raised it, ready to send a Trip Hex at him, when he noticed Granger. She shyly walked up to him and asked to assist him with any ideas he may have. He scoffed at her, told her he didn’t need any help from a child, especially when he had his Hogwarts resources, not to mention Dumbledore.
That was all gone now.
He glared at the letter.
Little bitch. How dare she? he thought angrily.
He went to throw the note away… But he didn’t. He put it in the pocket of his shirt. He then packed a few things and fled to the Dark Lord’s side, hiding out with the Death Eaters.
A couple of months went by before he was finally able to convince the Dark Lord to place the Fidelius Charm on Spinner’s End. When Snape was asked who he wanted to have as Secret Keeper, he told the Dark Lord he wanted to be the Secret Keeper, for he trusted no one, except the Dark Lord, of course. That appeased the serpentine creature, and Snape got his house and his privacy back.
Author's Note: This was only intended to be a one-shot, but the bunnies multiplied. Damned bunnies. Love, kisses and chocolate frogs go out to muzicfan5, who was kind enough to take the fruits of my bunny's labour and make it into something worth reading.
Name your poison, or Impaling oneself on ones own sword.
Chapter One - The Letter.
He picked up the phial, held it up to the light and swirled the liquid around in the crystal container, watching as the clear brown liquid sloshed around the sides.
Perfect, he thought.
Everything Snape did with his life, he had to do it to perfection. Everything from the subtle act of subterfuge to the murder of his long-time friend and confidant.
Now he had no one. The perfection of his life had become a farce, one that he couldn’t hide from himself. All because of a promise he couldn’t help making, he'd had to do the unthinkable, and by doing so he had undone all the blood, sweat and tears he had poured into his work, the work he had to do to obtain redemption.
After he fled Hogwarts that fateful night, he ran to the last place he could call his home: Spinner’s End. When he got there, he found Pettigrew, the rat-Animagus, in his laboratory rummaging through his belongings. Pettigrew was muttering to himself, “I’ll prove he’s a traitor; there’s evidence here somewhere.” A tousle ensued and resulted in the ancient cupboard crashing down; the contents shattering and spilling everywhere. Pettigrew changed into his Animagus form and fled.
Countless amounts of valuable Potions ingredients were lost, but Snape didn’t care.
He’d had enough.
He was summoned, had to explain to the Dark Lord that he had to complete Draco’s mission, then had to stand and watch as the poor boy was tortured to insanity by Bellatrix. Then he had the job of dumping the boy’s body at St Mungo’s.
Snape Apparated home and fell on to his bed, exhausted.
He was awoken hours later to the sound of an owl scratching at the window. He walked over to the owl, noticing that the sun was peaking over the top of the mill behind it. He took the parchment and shooed the bird away into the dawn. The parchment read:
-H.G.
Yeah, help, he thought bitterly. He remembered the occasion all too well.
It was a typical Order meeting. All of his ideas were shot down again by Moody. He kept looking to Dumbledore for help, but all the old man did was twinkle at him, as if to say, ‘Boys will be boys’. When the meeting drew to a close, Snape got up and started to walk towards the door. Moody came up to him and pulled him aside only to say, “You may as well give up on your ideas now, Snape. No one here wants to follow a Death Eater.” Then Moody hobbled away.
Snape glared at Moody, then reached for his wand and raised it, ready to send a Trip Hex at him, when he noticed Granger. She shyly walked up to him and asked to assist him with any ideas he may have. He scoffed at her, told her he didn’t need any help from a child, especially when he had his Hogwarts resources, not to mention Dumbledore.
That was all gone now.
He glared at the letter.
Little bitch. How dare she? he thought angrily.
He went to throw the note away… But he didn’t. He put it in the pocket of his shirt. He then packed a few things and fled to the Dark Lord’s side, hiding out with the Death Eaters.
A couple of months went by before he was finally able to convince the Dark Lord to place the Fidelius Charm on Spinner’s End. When Snape was asked who he wanted to have as Secret Keeper, he told the Dark Lord he wanted to be the Secret Keeper, for he trusted no one, except the Dark Lord, of course. That appeased the serpentine creature, and Snape got his house and his privacy back.
Author's Note: This was only intended to be a one-shot, but the bunnies multiplied. Damned bunnies. Love, kisses and chocolate frogs go out to muzicfan5, who was kind enough to take the fruits of my bunny's labour and make it into something worth reading.