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All right this is my first attempt at a fan fiction. So don't be brutal. Hope you like it. Well, here goes nothing. Please review this I really need some good advice.
Chapter One: Darkness
This takes place a little after Dumbledore say "You know what I'm going to ask you to do" er... something to that effect
Below the Great Hall in the dungeons of Hogwarts lives a man. A man by the name of Severus Snape...
His shoulder length black hair falls into his face as he moves his feather quill tirelessly upon a piece of parchment. The candles around him sputter splashing the table with hot wax. Everything that moves in the room goes unnoticed by his sharp eyes. His focus is solely on the task before him: The parchment.
If he were in his usual sharp and sensing self he would have noticed a man standing in the darkness he knew very well as, Albus Dumbledore. He watched him, unmoving. He seemed almost hypnotized by the dedication of this professor.
Then Snape broke his trance state. He placed the quill down and read through the parchment. Snape's lips moved softly as he read through.
His face mingling with discuss and something else. Something Dumbledore hadn't seen in the mans eyes for many years. As he neared the end of reading the parchment his face showed full disapproval. Snape jolted a candle out of the stand and burned every single piece of the parchment. He wanted no evidence. He went into his desk and found another sheet of parchment. Took the quill in his hand once again, and instantly became engrossed.
Dumbledore took leave of Severus Snape's office. Respecting the mans wishes for privacy against all outside contact. Snape's eyes never knew he was there. He never looked up as he worked on a letter.
Severus Snape continues writing long into the night. He was going to do his mission correctly. He didn't care how long it would take. He was going to do it. It had to be done perfectly. It wouldn't work if it wasn't. He reread the piece of parchment resting in front of him. He was pleased with the result. He rummaged through his desk searching for his seal. Finally he found it. He sealed the envelope securely. Took out his wand and placed a charm on the letter. Only the person meant to read it would be able to look upon the message born inside.
Snape walked through Hogwarts chalk white. He looked like a ghost, and his unnatural paleness at the moment gave him an eerie glow. He couldn't believe he was about to mail the letter. It was the last thing he expected to have to do. He thought he would have died before he would ever be able to mail this particular letter.
He looked around for the perfect owl. He saw Dumbledore's owl perched in a corner. She was young and swift. Snape knew he would understand why his owl was missing. He also had this strange feeling he left her there for him. Dumbledore's owl was always on business and rarely seen by anyone but Dumbledore. He tied the letter to her legs and carried her to the window for release. " Dive this letter only to the person on the envelope no one else." he said sternly. He released her and watched her fly swiftly away into the darkness. He could only wait now.
He took the long journey back to his room and lied awake for the rest of the night in the darkness. He knew there would be no chance of sleep that night after the letter he wrote. He watched as the darkness died and a new day start to arise. There was nothing else to do.
All right this is my first attempt at a fan fiction. So don't be brutal. Hope you like it. Well, here goes nothing. Please review this I really need some good advice.
Chapter One: Darkness
This takes place a little after Dumbledore say "You know what I'm going to ask you to do" er... something to that effect
Below the Great Hall in the dungeons of Hogwarts lives a man. A man by the name of Severus Snape...
His shoulder length black hair falls into his face as he moves his feather quill tirelessly upon a piece of parchment. The candles around him sputter splashing the table with hot wax. Everything that moves in the room goes unnoticed by his sharp eyes. His focus is solely on the task before him: The parchment.
If he were in his usual sharp and sensing self he would have noticed a man standing in the darkness he knew very well as, Albus Dumbledore. He watched him, unmoving. He seemed almost hypnotized by the dedication of this professor.
Then Snape broke his trance state. He placed the quill down and read through the parchment. Snape's lips moved softly as he read through.
His face mingling with discuss and something else. Something Dumbledore hadn't seen in the mans eyes for many years. As he neared the end of reading the parchment his face showed full disapproval. Snape jolted a candle out of the stand and burned every single piece of the parchment. He wanted no evidence. He went into his desk and found another sheet of parchment. Took the quill in his hand once again, and instantly became engrossed.
Dumbledore took leave of Severus Snape's office. Respecting the mans wishes for privacy against all outside contact. Snape's eyes never knew he was there. He never looked up as he worked on a letter.
Severus Snape continues writing long into the night. He was going to do his mission correctly. He didn't care how long it would take. He was going to do it. It had to be done perfectly. It wouldn't work if it wasn't. He reread the piece of parchment resting in front of him. He was pleased with the result. He rummaged through his desk searching for his seal. Finally he found it. He sealed the envelope securely. Took out his wand and placed a charm on the letter. Only the person meant to read it would be able to look upon the message born inside.
Snape walked through Hogwarts chalk white. He looked like a ghost, and his unnatural paleness at the moment gave him an eerie glow. He couldn't believe he was about to mail the letter. It was the last thing he expected to have to do. He thought he would have died before he would ever be able to mail this particular letter.
He looked around for the perfect owl. He saw Dumbledore's owl perched in a corner. She was young and swift. Snape knew he would understand why his owl was missing. He also had this strange feeling he left her there for him. Dumbledore's owl was always on business and rarely seen by anyone but Dumbledore. He tied the letter to her legs and carried her to the window for release. " Dive this letter only to the person on the envelope no one else." he said sternly. He released her and watched her fly swiftly away into the darkness. He could only wait now.
He took the long journey back to his room and lied awake for the rest of the night in the darkness. He knew there would be no chance of sleep that night after the letter he wrote. He watched as the darkness died and a new day start to arise. There was nothing else to do.