ANs: Lovely song. I must say, you should download this song first. He sang it in Japanese and in English so I say, download both versions. The words are simply beautiful. He wrote the English version to the song, so I'm not surprised, really. Each song off his Rotengen album has both a Japanese and English version, (unless the song is already in English) so it's not really hard to understand the songs at all. :D
Anyways, I wrote this while listening to the song at nine-am. Quite an interesting thought came in mind, so I wrote it. It's in Severus' POV in his teenage years, and the odd person that came... This is going to be a one-shot, unless I get that plotbunny out of the closet...
Enjoy!
"...I gently held out my hand, and in that perfect moment, you disappeared..."
Hyde, Shallow Sleep
I remembered being pushed to the ground, feeling the dirt underneath me. I could hear several students snickering, making idle comments as I tried to get up. My body couldn't stand to move; that damn hex Potter put on me was harder than I thought.
I tried again.
Before I could make that successful attempt, a slender hand hovered out in front of my face. I looked up, staring into emerald eyes. He was smiling, almost as if he was glad to be helping me.
I shot a glare at him, refusing to be helped by someone like him. What did he take me for a clumsy, klutzy, dunderhead? I think not.
I felt my lips curl into a sneer. "I don't need help getting up."
Obviously my threats were futile. The annoying bugger, can't he leave me alone?
The ache in my legs and body grew stronger. Cursing myself, I knew I was in it this time. Potter and his damn friends just had to sneak up on me and hex my ass to blazing hell, didn't they? God and they kept on taunting me with a chorus of things consisting of "Snivelly" constantly. Hell, the damn bastards. I'll show them.
His hand was still held out in front of me.
"Hey, I don't bite you know... And those guys are insensitive arseholes. They shouldn't be doing that."
If I didn't know better, I'd say this guy was disappointed at the way they acted. The only person who gives a shit about that is Evans, and I don't need her ass trying to save me either.
He grumbled silently, "They ought to know better. Don't they realize...?"
My suspicions were correct. But why the hell would he want to care about their welfare and the way they were treating me? Who was this idiot anyway? I guess he ought to know a thing or two around here. Potter and his damn gang hate me and I hate them. End of story.
He seemed to have recognized he was rambling to himself. He gestured his hand out to me again.
"I don't give a damn if people look at me weird. I'm used to it."
He tipped his head, "Besides, I want to help you. If you push me away, you are sincerely being a git."
He scanned his eyes around the area, as he chuckled to himself, acting as if we were old friends or something.
"Come on," turning his head to watch more passing students, "You don't want to be down there forever, do you?"
I was rather inclined to say yes. He kept on being a nuisance. I liked staring at the sky, it was rather...pleasant. Or at least, it was more pleasant than him hanging around me.
My body twinged. So much for damn luck, I thought. Potter must have added a spell to make this thing last longer.
Damn, damn, damn.
Reluctantly, I took his hand, feeling supported on my feet. I couldn't help but give a side glance, wondering who the hell this stupid idiot was.
I heard him murmur the countercurse as he swished his wand out at me. The tension in my body was gone. I turned to glare back at him again.
He smiled. Something in his eyes...no, just the way he looked shot off detectors in my brain. He was smiling?! He was even more idiotic than I thought.
As I brushed myself off, I was about to (all the while, hesitantly) say thanks.
He was gone.
I stared at my hand for awhile, pondering over the words he had said.
The action was innocent, filled with kindness. For a moment, it was if he didn't care about anything except me. Almost as if he was accepting me for me...
I shook my head. Who in hell would want to befriend me? The guy had no sense what so ever.
I felt my hand drop to my side as I picked up my bag from the ground. Walking towards the castle, I felt the corners of my mouth tug up in a smirk, smugly.
For the last five minutes, I was trying to figure out who he was. I'm certain he looked to be fifteen or sixteen, with green eyes and black hair with glasses. There was none of those kinds of people in Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff that I knew of, and certainly none of the Slytherins.
A realization hit me. Those descriptions fit James Potter. But Potter was the one who caused this mess. Why would he try to go and help me?
But the eyes...they weren't of Potter's brown ones. No, they were green. That reminds me of Evans, actually. I cringed.
He was a mixture of Lily Evans and James Potter. How damn ironic was that?
I started laughing at the thought. What a joke. What the hell was I thinking? That's truly impossible.
I kept walking, past the people to my next class.
That didn't put a stop to my good mood the rest of the day.