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Post by Scoleciphobic on Dec 17, 2004 7:53:20 GMT -5
Fountie: I’m writing this, because I want to! And because Darky was practically begging me to…So this is a one-shot between you and Sevvy…*nods*
Prof. Snape: Ahem…<br> Fountie: Ok, so it’s between you and the potions master—but he’s not YOUR potions master…just your lover…<br> Prof. Snape: *sighs*
Fountie: Aww…anyway! I’m mad at J.K. Rowling for making Sevvy “unappealing”! Grr…he IS appealing, but yeah…So! This takes place RIGHT after Chapter Twenty-Eight “Snape’s Worse Memory” after Harry rushes out and he’s still throwing things…<br> Prof. Snape: *muttering under breath* stupid…nosy…<br> Fountie: Yeah, so anyway, this is a…dun dun duuunnn…ONE-SHOT ONLY!!!! >.< so don’t go asking me for something else like a hundred more chapters, or to continue it, because I won’t. I probably won’t even consider doing a prequel for it…however, if YOU want to do a prequel for it, using me ideas and stuff, ask me and I guess I’ll just go ahead and let you.
Prof. Snape: They’d be stealing your works…<br> Fountie: This is FANFICTION we don’t steal…we borrow! ^__^
Prof. Snape: What if they didn’t disclaim it and say that most of the idea was yours? Or inspired by this?
Fountie: Then I’d just have to set Remus on them when he’s a werewolf…or a PMSing Bakura…which is always…>.>;;
Prof. Snape: That’s not even from Harry Potter…<br> Fountie: He’s still scary!!!! To some people…*blinks*
Prof. Snape: *shakes head* Fountie doesn’t own me, or any other character…she’s just borrowing us. She does own this tiny excuse for a plot though…<br> Fountie: Gee, thanks…and this might be just a TAD different, but the fluff will hopefully make up for that…<br> --
Standing, or rather lounging, on the other side of the door that separated Severus’ office from his private quarters, you winced when you heard his potion bottles being smashed, and the angry curses shouted. You were quite thankful that you had been able to talk him into putting a Silence Charm on the both of the rooms. Otherwise, he would just be embarrassing himself even more than what had apparently just happened.
After a few minutes, the noise slowly subsided into a silence that you knew was because of a very upset potions master. Sighing to yourself, you slowly opened the door and stepped out of the room into his now ruined office.
“You do know that I’m not going to be the one to pick this up, right?” you drawled as your eyes widened just slightly at the amount of damage he had been able to inflict in such a short time.
The only reply you got was a growl, so you turned around to find that the dark, moody man was sitting at his desk with his head in his hands. You sighed softly and started across the room to him.
“Severus, what happened?”<br> He growled again, this time you knew it was directed at you specifically. “Not now, Angel. I don’t want to talk about it.”<br> You didn’t stop, and continued to walk towards him until you were behind him. “You know that bottling things up inside is not the best idea, Severus,” you said as you began to massage his extremely tense shoulders. “It just makes you even more irritable than normal.”<br> He abruptly pulled away from your loving touch. “Yes well, if you had experienced my past you would be irritable, too.”<br> You just sighed heavily. “I was with you in the past, remember?”<br> He didn’t reply, and so you knew that his stubbornness was going to enable him to hold the grudge against whoever the person was. Silence reigned over the room as you leaned against the back of his chair, deep in thought yourself.
Who in the world could be capable of angering him so much? Surely none of the Slytherins, for they were most likely as clued into his past as you were, because of their parents. Sirius Black, nor Remus Lupin, had any children, so it wasn’t either of them.
James and Lily had a son…who was…<br> “Oh, Sevvy…” you said in a soft groan. “Please tell me that wasn’t James’ son.”<br>
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Post by Scoleciphobic on Dec 17, 2004 7:58:55 GMT -5
He growled loudly at the former-Gryffindor’s name. “What if it was?”<br> “You can’t honestly be holding a grudge against the Marauders still, can you? It’s been so long, and James is dead,” you said softly, a flash of pain streaking through you. Sure, you hadn’t been any of the Marauders’ close friends, but you also hadn’t hated them. “I know that.”<br> “You’ve been taking your anger and hatred out on his son, haven’t you?!” you exclaimed in disbelief, suddenly angry yourself. He turned and glared at you. “So what if I have?”<br> Shaking your head at him, you sighed. “Just because James had a son that looks identical to him, does not mean they are the same person, Severus.”<br> That said, you started walking towards the only thing left untouched in the room: Severus’ pensieve. You stared down at it for a few minutes. “What are you doing, Angel?”<br> “If you won’t tell me what he saw, I will go in and find out for myself.” And so you did. ~ When you finally left your lover’s memories, you found him to be waiting against the wall next to the bowl, his arms crossed stubbornly. Before he could even open his mouth, you pushed yourself into his arms with a choked sob, hugging him tightly around his waist. Pressing your face into his cinnamon smelling, black-robed chest, you let the few tears you had in you escape. “Angel…why’re you crying?” he asked quietly. You pulled away and sniffed a little. “I forgot how upset you had been when you got back inside.” You chuckled softly. “That was the last time you cried…” He just stared back at you, sadness in his black eyes. “You were in there long enough to see other memories…” You let out a small sob again and pressed your head into his chest again as you remembered the last memory you had allowed yourself to see…<br> [This first part’s in your perspective] You sat at a table in the Slytherin Common Room, waiting impatiently for your boyfriend to come back from the Library. Random pieces of homework were spread out in front of you, but it was completely forgotten. About an hour before, maybe a little more, Severus had left the room in a hurry telling you he’d be right back because he needed a book for a certain reference for an essay. However, you knew for a fact that it didn’t take that long to find a book in the Library, no matter how large it was. The books were well organized and easy to find. Growling low in your throat, you stood up abruptly and marched out of the Common Room into the dark halls of the dungeons. If he wasn’t in the Library when you found him, then you’d do worse to him than any of the Marauders had. However, as you neared your destination, you heard voices that were unmistakably easy to recognize. Lucius Malfoy, Regulus Black, and…<br> Severus Snape. You slowed down a bit, because they were hushed and secretive sounding. You silently peered around the corner, only to wish you hadn’t. There in the middle of the dimly lit corridor, stood three fellow Slytherins. All of which had their sleeves pushed up to show a dark, ugly tattoo on their skin. The Dark Mark. You shuddered in horror and disgust, plus a tad bit of disappointment, and quietly turned and ran all the way back to the Common Room. [Ok, this is the actual Pensieve POV] Severus stood outside the entrance to the Common Room, carefully checking himself over. He rechecked that there weren’t any leaves or pieces of grass on his robes, and sternly tugged the sleeve of his robe down so that it completely covered his arm. He sighed heavily to himself, extremely unhappy with the fact that he kept having to hide everything from you.
You were his angel. An angel that had willingly fallen from heaven to be with him, that’s what you were. You could have been with anyone, even one of the Marauders who tormented him so much. Possibly even with Lucius, for the blonde classmate of his had told him over and over how incredibly lucky he was to have you with him. He knew it, too, but also knew how you felt about the entire Lord Voldemort thing.
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Post by Scoleciphobic on Dec 17, 2004 8:00:24 GMT -5
You hated the man, after having gone to at least one of his secret meetings, and had loudly proclaimed your contempt to him the next day. “He’s a fraud!” you had said so loudly that most of the people on the street, looked at the two of you suspiciously. You hadn’t cared, never one to make yourself perfect for the public. “He’s one, too, but now he’s against them? He should just kill himself as well!”<br> Severus had had to fight to keep you quiet as the others had left the meeting, because he knew that they would have jumped you and throttled you. Having already made the decision to join the growing ranks of Death Eaters before he was blessed with you, he knew he couldn’t back out of the bargain now.
That had been about six months ago, and he had been hiding the truth from you ever since.
Finally convinced that all evidence was covered up, he quickly and confidently walked into the Common Room to find that you were staring blankly at the table with a sad, depressed look on your face. He frowned in confusion for a few moments, before pushing the thought away and continuing towards you.
“Hey, sorry, Evans and the Marauders were in there…stupid mudblood—”
“You weren’t going to tell me, where you?” you asked him softly, and he could feel his entire body tense up.
“Um…tell you what?” he asked nervously.
“About the tattoo.”<br> He flinched visibly as you looked up at him when you said those words. The look in your eyes was both disappointed and sad, not to mention a little betrayed. He looked away from your searching eyes, and sighed.
“You wouldn’t understand, Angel…”
“Wouldn’t understand what?” you snapped. “How someone could willingly become a cold-blooded murderer?” He flinched. “You’re right,” you continued, “I don’t know.”<br> He frowned a little, getting defensive. “You don’t know what it’s like, Angel! You’ve never been humiliated in front of the school!”<br> Your once beautiful eyes narrowed dangerously at him. “No, I haven’t. But you have never been raped before, have you? Have you ever been struck by a parent? No, Severus. You haven’t…” Finally you just sighed. “You won’t quit, so why do I bother?”<br> He watched you get up, a shocked look on his face. “I can’t quit! He’ll kill me…”
“Goes to show you what kind of master he is,” you replied monotonously.
He just sighed and looked down. “No one would care if I did die…”
“So I’m a nobody then? Thanks Sev, thanks a lot…”
He jerked his head back up to look at you in surprise. “You just said there was no point to caring!”<br> “No, I said there wasn’t a point in being mad at you…”
He just barely smiled. “Oh…”
You frowned at him sadly. “I can’t do this, Severus…”
He felt his heart freeze, before his chest clenched extremely tight in pain. “Can’t…do what?” he managed to choke out, already knowing what the answer would be.
“I can’t be with you…” you said softly, avoiding his gaze. “I can’t kiss you, knowing I’m with someone who takes pleasure murdering people…”
He just nodded, still numb. “But there’s nothing I can do…”
“Become a spy, Severus,” you said suddenly. “Become a spy…or lose me. You have to pick: your master, or your girlfriend…”
“You,” he replied instantly.
You smiled sadly. “Then when will you tell Dumbledore?”<br> He didn’t reply, disgust and horror filling his veins. He couldn’t tell the headmaster, that would be suicide! He just stared at you as if you were crazy.
You shook your head sadly, sighing. “Think about it, Severus. Think about it honestly before answering…”
Severus’ arms tightened around you unconsciously, holding you tighter against his chest. You didn’t mind, his warm body was enough to calm you down.
“I’m so sorry, Angel,” he said softly, his voice lower and softer than normal.
You looked up at him in surprise, to see tears in his black, normally empty eyes. “For what?”<br> He kissed your forehead. “For putting you through that…”
You just smiled. “I’m just thankful you told him…even though I worry about you constantly when you’re summoned.” Just then you yawned, popping your jaw in the process.
He grinned and picked you up into his arms bridal style before carrying you back into his private chambers, and into the bedroom where he gently laid you on the bed.
You watched as he slowly undressed, before putting on a pair of long, flannel boxers that were black, green, and silver and a loose t-shirt. You were already in pajamas, since basically you never left his rooms. Yours were very similar, only your flannel pants were gold and red, just bought to anger him once because of the Gryffindor colours, and a tight black tank top.
The tank top wasn’t always as tight as it was now, however.
As your lover slipped into bed next to you, and pulled you into his arms, you sighed in content.
“I’ve told you not to worry about me,” he said suddenly, picking up the conversation where it had left off.
You yawned, putting your head on his chest. “I know…”
“It’s not healthy…you’ll make yourself sick…” His tone was slightly reprimanding.
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Post by Scoleciphobic on Dec 17, 2004 8:01:26 GMT -5
You nodded sleepily. “I’m already sick every morning, and it’s going to continue for another two months.” Sighing, you snuggled deeper next to him, cold. “Besides, it’s even more unhealthy now that it could harm the…baby…”
He tensed suddenly and pushed you back from him so he could see you in the dim light. “Baby?!”<br> You smiled sleepily at him and nodded. “Yeah, surprise…I’m pregnant…”
He just stared at you, and you couldn’t help but giggle. The look on his face was so priceless that it would have made the perfect blackmail. His eyes were wide in shock, and his mouth was dropped open.
“You’re gonna be a father,” you sang in a singsong voice.
He seemed to snap out of it and he laid on his back, staring up at the ceiling. You could feel the air of depression around him, and frowned as tears filled your eyes.
“You’re not…happy about it?” you asked, fighting desperately to keep the tears from spilling.
He sighed and shook his head. “It’s not that, Angel, I love you and I’d love to have a baby with you. It’s just that…”
You waited for a while, but when he didn’t attempt to pick up where he trailed off, you asked, “Just what?”<br> “I’m afraid he or she will hate me…”
You stared at him in disbelief, before practically forcing yourself into his arms which he’d crossed over his chest in an attempt to hold in his emotions. He stared down at you in surprise.
“He or she will never hate you…”
He snorted. “Why not? Everyone else does, it would make sense that my child would, too,” he said sarcastically.
You poked him lightly in the stomach. “I don’t hate you.”<br> He kissed you on the top of the head. “I know…”
“I love you, Sevvy…you know that, right?”<br> “Yes, and I love you, too.”<br> You smiled against his chest, although he couldn’t see it. Perhaps the baby would soften the potions master’s bitter heart and make it so that he wouldn’t be as mean as he was.
“I’ve got the perfect name if the baby’s a boy…”
“What’s that, love?” he asked sleepily.
“James Sirius Snape.”<br> “What?!” he shouted, suddenly wide awake. “No child of mine is going to be named after my two worst enemies!”<br> You pouted playfully. “Aww…I think it’d be sweet. It would be like making up with them secretly of course.”<br> “Angel,” he whined, uncharacteristically. “I’d never be able to live it down when Black found out.”<br> You sighed in frustration. “Why do you care what Sirius thinks?”<br> “I don’t!”<br> “Then why can’t we name him James Sirius?” you asked.
He sighed. “Anything but that.”<br> “Harry James?”<br> “No.”<br> “Sirius James?”<br> “No.”<br> “Harry Sirius?”<br> “No.”<br> “James Harry?”<br> “No.”<br> “Sirus Harry?”<br> “No.”<br> “What then?”<br> “How about Severus Jr.?”<br> You growled. “James Sirius, or I name him after a girl no matter what.”<br> “Fine, but what if it’s a girl?”<br> “Harriette, so we’ll call her Harry for short.”<br> He groaned. “No, anything but that.”<br> “How about Jamie?”<br> He growled. “Angel…”
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Post by Scoleciphobic on Dec 17, 2004 8:02:25 GMT -5
“Fine! You pick a girl name!” you said, pouting again.
“How about Mallory…?” he asked slowly.
“What about a middle name, though?”<br> “I’m thinking, be patient…”
Silence…<br> “Got one now?” you asked impatiently.
“Yes. How about Mallory Neva Snape?” he asked nervously, as if fearing you might think it’s stupid.
Instead you grinned. “I love it!”<br> He sighed with relief.
“But can we sleep now?”<br> He chuckled softly. “Of course, love.”<br> You snuggled up against him again, his warm body warming yours, too. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you against him tighter. The two of you sighed together.
“Today wasn’t that horrible, was it?” you asked as you began to fall asleep again.
He chuckled softly. “No, it wasn’t.”<br> “I love you, Sevvy…”
“I love you, too, Angel…”
“The baby does, too.”<br> “How do you know?” he asked in surprise.
When you didn’t answer, he looked down to see you were fast asleep. A content smile came across his face, as he closed his eyes.
“Either way, I’m glad,” he whispered as he then joined you in sleep.
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Fountie:…I take it back…<br> Prof. Snape: Take what back?
Fountie: The non-sequel…thingy…<br> Prof. Snape: What about the prequel?
Fountie: That too…<br> Prof. Snape: So what are you going to do?
Fountie: That’s up to the readers…^__^;;
Prof. Snape: How?
Fountie: They can choose either:
A) I continue this one. B) I make a prequel first. C) I leave it like this.
So yeah…now they have to review!
Prof. Snape: Does this mean I can go back to Darky?
Fountie: Yup! ^_^
Prof. Snape: Ok…later then…*walks away muttering something about how too-close to home it was*
Fountie: Heh…pleeeeese review?
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