TITLE: Tell Me You Forgive Me
AUTHOR: Becca
E-MAIL: lordsbecca@yahoo.com
WEBSITE: http://www.swishandflick.net
CATEGORY: Angst
RATING: PG-13
ARCHIVE: I usually have no objection, but only
if you let me know first ;)
SUMMARY: Severus Snape needs to be forgiven.
**DISCLAIMER: Heh, these characters are *so*
not mine. Danka to JK, WB, and publishers for
letting me borrow them temporarily.
**THANKS: If it weren't for Rachel and Edgar
Allan Poe, I wouldn't have been able to write
this. Tons of hugs to Rachel, but not Edgar,
because hugging a dead guy is nasty. So I'll
just send him some love vibes ;)
^*^*^
Soft golden light wavered on the cold stonewalls of my family's catacombs. I
used my wand to lessen the rotten smell that lingered endlessly in the air.
Placing my mahogany wand back into my pocket, the chilled air forced me to pull
my cloak tighter around me, as I stepped deeper into the crypt.
There was my grandfather's tomb, next to a large hole filled with precious
wines, most which were just as old has he. And on the far side was my
grandmother. Just a bit beyond was my proud father, a man who never deserved to
die, my foolish brother lies cold and dead. And there... the spot where my body
would be placed when I moved on from this world. The top of it leaned against
it, prepared to be placed properly on top when my body was inside. But there
was only one body I could imagine in that empty tomb: Albus Dumbledore's.
How dare he not allow me to become the Dark Arts teacher? He has no idea how I
exceed over those pathetic replacements...Lockheart was a fraud, and Lupin! A
piece of chocolate was his cure for everything. I admit that even I had no
objection with Alastor Moody, as he is one of the greatest Aurors ever, but
when we learned that our Moody was a hoax, I could only curse him inside my
head....
"Inspecting your grave, Severus? I can give you a closer look, if you'd like."
I jumped in surprise and twisted my neck around, wincing at the painful
movement of the muscle. The red-eyed sorcerer glared down at me, and for a
fleeting second I wanted to run, but was able to regain my composure.
"Forgive my tardiness, Severus, for that wanker Wormtail held me up. If he
didn't have his few good uses, he'd have been dead long ago," the silky voice
sneered.
I smirked for a second. "May I ask what on earth those good uses are, Master? I
have known him since my school days, and he always seemed to be a waste of
space to me."
Voldemort's thin lips curled in the corners, creating a foul smile, colder than
the air in the surrounding mausoleum. "He has given me some valuable
information regarding a corruption in our plans."
After swallowing the last of my saliva, my throat tightened and my heart began
to beat faster. "C-Corruption, you say?"
"Yes," Voldemort nodded, his mouth still turned upwards in a malicious smirk.
"I was hoping you'd know something about it, which is why I asked you here,
Severus."
I shook my head, and clenched my hands into tight, sweaty fists. Stay calm, I
told myself. "Sorry sir, but I am as surprised as you are."
Coolly, Voldemort replied, "Really?" He circled me for a few seconds before the
air turned to freezing cold, and my breath came out of my mouth in large wisps
of white. Voldemort grew taller, and his eyes burned like flames as he
screamed, "You do know, Severus!"
"NO!" I cried, as I buried my head in the crook of my elbow, protecting my eyes
from the hideous thing I called Master. After a few short moments, the
temperature returned to its regular two degrees Celsius, and He was back to his
normal size.
"Do you know why I requested to meet you in your family's catacomb, Mr. Snape?"
My entire body was shaking, and I could only stutter a faint, "N-No..."
I was suddenly shoved against the wall of my grandfather's tomb, the dust and
filth falling all around me, and I could feel the breath of Voldemort hitting
my paling face.
"Because it's where your dead body belongs."
I then felt a wand against my temple, and I could feel the sweat from my
forehead pour like a waterfall down my cheeks, despite the temperature of the
cavern.
"Master...these allegations against me...I assure you they are false..."
"Are you a spy or not, Severus?" Voldemort growled, each "s" said with a bit of
a hiss...
Paralyzed, I answered, "I will do what you wish of me to prove my loyalty, my
Master! I admit I had been helping Albus-" the confession I had just let out
shocked both myself and the threatener, "-but no longer, Sir. Albus doesn't
trust me. He never did." Voldemort was slowly letting me go, though he kept the
wand close. "And if he does not think I'm trustworthy, then I am not about to
let Albus Dumbledore be wrong for the first time."
To my surprise, Voldemort let out a small chuckle. "Very well, Severus! I will
allow you to prove your devotion."
"Thank you, my Master! What are your commands?"
"Kill Albus."
I nearly passed out. "But sir!"
That damned wand was back, threatening to stab right through my skin. I
recoiled and grimaced, while shielding my eyes from Voldemort's murderous face.
It didn't take long for me to realize that if I take on this challenge, then my
grave would be filled within seconds....
"All right, Master!" I said, tears streaming down my face.
The look of disgust that was painted on my Master's face petrified me, and he
knew it. His thin, gray lips were suddenly thrust against my ear, and I could
feel the heat as he whispered, "Kill, or be killed." And with the crack of a
whip, he was gone, leaving me alone in the catacombs trembling.
^*^*^
I sucked down another swig of Amontillado, and leaned my head against my
grandfather's tomb. A rat scuttled past me, but I didn't mind. I was too drunk.
Amontillado has always been my choice of wine. It flows down the throat and
warms your inside...and gets you drunk fast. Unique and expensive, I had
decided to open a bottle as I sat there, waiting for him to come back and hear
my pleas....
"I do hope it's the niter that is making you so despicable looking."
Shaking my head, I staggered to a stand, and held out the bottle of liquor. I
playfully shook it in front of Voldemort's face, causing a vile sneer to appear
on his sinister face. He used his large, wrinkly hand to push it away and then
looked at me anxiously. "Where's Albus?"
*Hiccup* "I couldn't-"
His eyes flashed. "Where's ALBUS!?" he screamed.
*Hiccup* "-kill him, Master! Too smmmmmart, that one," I slurred, the alcohol
causing my speech to suffer. "Please, forgive me, Master!"
Voldemort raised his wand, and looked quite surprised when I gave no reaction
to the intimidation.
"No...." He lowered his wand, and eyed the empty tomb that had "Severus Snape"
carved in the stone. "Severus, I do believe that casket is the wrong size for
you!"
"WHAT?!" I growled. I clumsily walked to my tomb and glared at it.
"Nawwww...I'll fit! Betcha...anything!"
Raising an eyebrow, Voldemort coyly said, "Really? Let us see. Get in!"
Prepared to prove that I was right, I stepped into the coverless coffin and
lied down. "You see!" I laughed. "Fits like a tailored suit!"
I began to sit up, but I saw a covering closing me into my death chamber.
Somehow, I was able to quickly sober up and start screaming: "YOU CAN'T! My
Master, I shall try again! I promise, just let me live! Forgive me, Master!"
Through the walls of my casket, I heard Voldemort laugh and say, "Voldemort
does not forgive, Mr. Snape! He punishes his failures!"
I then realized what it was like to be claustrophobic, and afraid of death.
Both taunted me, and I tried desperately lift the cover off, but it was made of
heavy stone, and I was not strong enough. My breathing became ragged and harsh,
and I distraughtly looked for an air hole anywhere in the seams, but none were
found. I just decided to lie down, as it was the only thing I could do.
My breathing slowed, I closed my eyes, and--
^*^*^
13th use of Dragon's Blood: Poison used on readers who don't review.
Be nice. Review for me.
AUTHOR: Becca
E-MAIL: lordsbecca@yahoo.com
WEBSITE: http://www.swishandflick.net
CATEGORY: Angst
RATING: PG-13
ARCHIVE: I usually have no objection, but only
if you let me know first ;)
SUMMARY: Severus Snape needs to be forgiven.
**DISCLAIMER: Heh, these characters are *so*
not mine. Danka to JK, WB, and publishers for
letting me borrow them temporarily.
**THANKS: If it weren't for Rachel and Edgar
Allan Poe, I wouldn't have been able to write
this. Tons of hugs to Rachel, but not Edgar,
because hugging a dead guy is nasty. So I'll
just send him some love vibes ;)
^*^*^
Soft golden light wavered on the cold stonewalls of my family's catacombs. I
used my wand to lessen the rotten smell that lingered endlessly in the air.
Placing my mahogany wand back into my pocket, the chilled air forced me to pull
my cloak tighter around me, as I stepped deeper into the crypt.
There was my grandfather's tomb, next to a large hole filled with precious
wines, most which were just as old has he. And on the far side was my
grandmother. Just a bit beyond was my proud father, a man who never deserved to
die, my foolish brother lies cold and dead. And there... the spot where my body
would be placed when I moved on from this world. The top of it leaned against
it, prepared to be placed properly on top when my body was inside. But there
was only one body I could imagine in that empty tomb: Albus Dumbledore's.
How dare he not allow me to become the Dark Arts teacher? He has no idea how I
exceed over those pathetic replacements...Lockheart was a fraud, and Lupin! A
piece of chocolate was his cure for everything. I admit that even I had no
objection with Alastor Moody, as he is one of the greatest Aurors ever, but
when we learned that our Moody was a hoax, I could only curse him inside my
head....
"Inspecting your grave, Severus? I can give you a closer look, if you'd like."
I jumped in surprise and twisted my neck around, wincing at the painful
movement of the muscle. The red-eyed sorcerer glared down at me, and for a
fleeting second I wanted to run, but was able to regain my composure.
"Forgive my tardiness, Severus, for that wanker Wormtail held me up. If he
didn't have his few good uses, he'd have been dead long ago," the silky voice
sneered.
I smirked for a second. "May I ask what on earth those good uses are, Master? I
have known him since my school days, and he always seemed to be a waste of
space to me."
Voldemort's thin lips curled in the corners, creating a foul smile, colder than
the air in the surrounding mausoleum. "He has given me some valuable
information regarding a corruption in our plans."
After swallowing the last of my saliva, my throat tightened and my heart began
to beat faster. "C-Corruption, you say?"
"Yes," Voldemort nodded, his mouth still turned upwards in a malicious smirk.
"I was hoping you'd know something about it, which is why I asked you here,
Severus."
I shook my head, and clenched my hands into tight, sweaty fists. Stay calm, I
told myself. "Sorry sir, but I am as surprised as you are."
Coolly, Voldemort replied, "Really?" He circled me for a few seconds before the
air turned to freezing cold, and my breath came out of my mouth in large wisps
of white. Voldemort grew taller, and his eyes burned like flames as he
screamed, "You do know, Severus!"
"NO!" I cried, as I buried my head in the crook of my elbow, protecting my eyes
from the hideous thing I called Master. After a few short moments, the
temperature returned to its regular two degrees Celsius, and He was back to his
normal size.
"Do you know why I requested to meet you in your family's catacomb, Mr. Snape?"
My entire body was shaking, and I could only stutter a faint, "N-No..."
I was suddenly shoved against the wall of my grandfather's tomb, the dust and
filth falling all around me, and I could feel the breath of Voldemort hitting
my paling face.
"Because it's where your dead body belongs."
I then felt a wand against my temple, and I could feel the sweat from my
forehead pour like a waterfall down my cheeks, despite the temperature of the
cavern.
"Master...these allegations against me...I assure you they are false..."
"Are you a spy or not, Severus?" Voldemort growled, each "s" said with a bit of
a hiss...
Paralyzed, I answered, "I will do what you wish of me to prove my loyalty, my
Master! I admit I had been helping Albus-" the confession I had just let out
shocked both myself and the threatener, "-but no longer, Sir. Albus doesn't
trust me. He never did." Voldemort was slowly letting me go, though he kept the
wand close. "And if he does not think I'm trustworthy, then I am not about to
let Albus Dumbledore be wrong for the first time."
To my surprise, Voldemort let out a small chuckle. "Very well, Severus! I will
allow you to prove your devotion."
"Thank you, my Master! What are your commands?"
"Kill Albus."
I nearly passed out. "But sir!"
That damned wand was back, threatening to stab right through my skin. I
recoiled and grimaced, while shielding my eyes from Voldemort's murderous face.
It didn't take long for me to realize that if I take on this challenge, then my
grave would be filled within seconds....
"All right, Master!" I said, tears streaming down my face.
The look of disgust that was painted on my Master's face petrified me, and he
knew it. His thin, gray lips were suddenly thrust against my ear, and I could
feel the heat as he whispered, "Kill, or be killed." And with the crack of a
whip, he was gone, leaving me alone in the catacombs trembling.
^*^*^
I sucked down another swig of Amontillado, and leaned my head against my
grandfather's tomb. A rat scuttled past me, but I didn't mind. I was too drunk.
Amontillado has always been my choice of wine. It flows down the throat and
warms your inside...and gets you drunk fast. Unique and expensive, I had
decided to open a bottle as I sat there, waiting for him to come back and hear
my pleas....
"I do hope it's the niter that is making you so despicable looking."
Shaking my head, I staggered to a stand, and held out the bottle of liquor. I
playfully shook it in front of Voldemort's face, causing a vile sneer to appear
on his sinister face. He used his large, wrinkly hand to push it away and then
looked at me anxiously. "Where's Albus?"
*Hiccup* "I couldn't-"
His eyes flashed. "Where's ALBUS!?" he screamed.
*Hiccup* "-kill him, Master! Too smmmmmart, that one," I slurred, the alcohol
causing my speech to suffer. "Please, forgive me, Master!"
Voldemort raised his wand, and looked quite surprised when I gave no reaction
to the intimidation.
"No...." He lowered his wand, and eyed the empty tomb that had "Severus Snape"
carved in the stone. "Severus, I do believe that casket is the wrong size for
you!"
"WHAT?!" I growled. I clumsily walked to my tomb and glared at it.
"Nawwww...I'll fit! Betcha...anything!"
Raising an eyebrow, Voldemort coyly said, "Really? Let us see. Get in!"
Prepared to prove that I was right, I stepped into the coverless coffin and
lied down. "You see!" I laughed. "Fits like a tailored suit!"
I began to sit up, but I saw a covering closing me into my death chamber.
Somehow, I was able to quickly sober up and start screaming: "YOU CAN'T! My
Master, I shall try again! I promise, just let me live! Forgive me, Master!"
Through the walls of my casket, I heard Voldemort laugh and say, "Voldemort
does not forgive, Mr. Snape! He punishes his failures!"
I then realized what it was like to be claustrophobic, and afraid of death.
Both taunted me, and I tried desperately lift the cover off, but it was made of
heavy stone, and I was not strong enough. My breathing became ragged and harsh,
and I distraughtly looked for an air hole anywhere in the seams, but none were
found. I just decided to lie down, as it was the only thing I could do.
My breathing slowed, I closed my eyes, and--
^*^*^
13th use of Dragon's Blood: Poison used on readers who don't review.
Be nice. Review for me.