A/N: This I (Ensign) wrote a little while ago, I always like it alot, the idea seems fun and quite likely, however I lost the hard (and ONLY) copy so I presently started again and got this, the first chapter of, Breaking the Habit. All I can say is, Poor Sevvie, though I put you through hell, I love you really.
He stood in line, his head bowed, robes draped around his pale face shrouded in the heavy black cloth. The dark, dank room was barely lit by the torches that floated on the outskirts of the room. They seemed to be staying out of the way, not wishing to intrude on the thoughts of the people, gathered for this grave meeting.
"…and when we have…" his voice floated through the stranger's mind, almost as unobtrusive as the torches, but still pressing on his thoughts. Lord Voldermort sat limply in his chair, his limbs leaning awkwardly over the armrests. 'Droning further on about some terrible scheme for Potter's demise which would undoubtedly end in failure.' He smiled at this thought; a short chuckle escaped his lips. Then suddenly the talking stopped.
"Well, Severus, Care to share your amusement? We all need a good joke." Voldermort's voice suddenly pieced his thoughts fully.
"No sir. Nothing at all." He replied uninterested without lifting his head.
"Oh come now Severus, the new school year begins shortly, Monday, I believe, I'm sure Dumbledore has given some new safety precautions that we may be able to…slip around, perhaps?" Voldermort smirked at his clever use of wording.
Severus shook his head and stared directly at the wall behind Voldermort.
"No juicy tidbits that we could use to our advantage?" he prodded further.
Severus shrugged, "No, nothing really. Potter's defense against the dark arts class is going to the shrieking shack for some training in two weeks. A sort of field test if you will." Severus said nonchalantly.
Voldermort looked at Lucius, Lucius nodded. "Severus, if I wanted this type of information I could have asked Lucius. Why is it better coming from you?" Voldermort threatened, rising from his chair. Severus began to quickly think of reasons.
"Because, sir, they shall be alone, no supervision, it is a test of their abilities to gauge their competence." Severus smiled, "If you so happen to slip in something that poor Potter couldn't deal with… That may kill him sir… Wouldn't it all be just a tragic accident?" Voldermort grimaced.
"Severus, you're on my last nerve, Lucius shall be watching you, do not step out of line, there will be dire consequences." Voldermort turned and left the room. The remaining Death Eaters congregated and began to socialize. 'If you can say that they socialize.' Severus thought as he left, his head bowed, and his feet heavy.
When he arrived back at the castle he went straight to his quarters. Opening the door to his rooms in the dungeons he was faced by a mirror. A tall, messy, pale figure stood in front of him.
'You're a disgrace to the family, to all pure bloods, to the Death Eaters. To me.' His father's voice echoed through his mind. 'You never deserved to be born; your stupid mother would be the one to give birth to a disappointing son.'
He picked up the end table and hurled it at the mirror. It smashed and fell in little pieces to the stone floor. He walked passed and grabbed the bottle of malt Irish whiskey from the dinning table. Heading to the couch in front of the fireplace. He took swigs from the bottle, emptying it in no time at all. He fell asleep.
Memories consume like opening the wound,
I'm picking me apart again.
You all assume, I'm safe here in my womb, unless I try to start again.
I don't want to be the one the battles always choose,
'Cause inside I realize that I'm the one confused.
R&R PLEASE