by Admiral Albia
Disclaimer; My apologies, I'm not J.K. Rowling. Go and look somewhere else... Olympus, perhaps.
This is just a short Snape fic I wrote after something occurred to me last night. I don't normally write Snape but I felt this warranted it. Snape-lovers, this is NOT for you. Trust me on this.
The Silent Torture of Severus Snape
"Potter. Weasley. Rat brains, vinegar, jars. Get
pickling." Sullenly, the two boys got to work and as they did so Severus
noticed, not for the first time, that they seemed to have finally gone
off each other. He gave a mental shrug and got on with his marking.
After a while, Severus looked up to check they were
still working. Ron was over at the cupboard getting some more vinegar but
Ja- Harry was still furiously dunking squishy grey lumps into vinegar-filled
jars, glaring at each and every one of them as if it was a Death Eater.
James. Death Eaters. Now there was something not
to think about.
Why not? a small voice in the back of Severus'
head seemed to say. It's not like he'd have listened to you or
anything. Of course you should've just not been bothered.
After all, it's not like he saved your life or anything... Severus
growled. He was beginning to wonder if he'd ever be free of his conscience.
Aware that the two boys were looking at him oddly and that he'd been staring
into space, he muttered "Bloody Gryffindors" and scribbled a zero on the
parchment in front of him When they weren't looking, he added a one in
front of it.
The trouble was that his conscience was right. He
could have saved James Potter, like that pain in the rear had saved him.
And... here came the most recent jab... `Is a schoolboy grudge enough
to send an innocent man to Azkaban?` Apparently, it was. After all,
working as a spy, Severus had moved in Death Eater circles. He knew
who was there and who wasn't - and Sirius Black most definitely was not.
Pettigrew, though... he could have told them.
He could have saved himself an awful lot of hassle and guilt if he'd simply
written an anonymous note to tell the Potters who their spy was.
But no, Severus Snape had to let it go. After all, he'd thought,
it would get them out of the way. He hadn't even told Lupin when they met
again, twelve years later.
And now here he was. He couldn't even look
at the boy without being reminded of it.
Looking up at the clock, Severus nearly smiled.
The hour was up.
"Potter. Weasley. Clear up and get out of here before
I give you another detention for wasting my time."
A/n; My first angsty fic, and quite possibly my last, too. But review it anyway =) I like reviews. In fact, as my more faithful reviewers know, I live on `em! Siriusly!
[AA; Sirius! This was meant to be a G!]
[Tkaa; Hmmmph]
[Bria; Waves to Kaera in the vague hope that draicana is reading this]
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