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honestly don't think this is a very good story but I have just felt the
need to write SOMETHING. Please no flames if it really does bite,
suggestions and constructive criticism are very welcome. Flames don't help,
they shut a writer down.
A Slytherin's World of Espionage
A spy, such a cliched occupation, 21 year old Severus Snape thought bitterly to himself as he leaned back against the stone wall. The news of his new job had just come from Albus Dumbledore and Cornelius Fudge up in the Headmaster's office.
Terrific, he'd gone from one hell right into the next. But at least he wouldn't have to kill anymore, that was a perk. Still, going around behind the back of one of the most evil wizard's in history was not exactly his cup of tea.
You should be happy, a part of his mind told him sternly (sounding vaguely like Minerva McGonagall). This is an extremely Slytherin thing to do, so you should be glad that he's giving you a way to redeem yourself in a way that no Gryffindor would ever dare.
It was perfect really, once you convinced yourself. It was a license to lie, and manipulate, and sneak about. Salazaar Slytherin himself would have been proud .
Heck, his mother would be proud. Her little Severus ruling the world of espionage. Her little Severus getting discovered…her little Severus getting tortured….her little Severus getting killed…but he couldn't think like that.
If he thought about the dangers, the risks and all of that rubbish, he was as good as dead. Any minor slip up could be deadly, it was as plain and simple as that. No Azkaban, no Dementor's Kiss, just cold and dead right there on the spot. You know, after they'd tortured him a bit and all.
He could work this like he had the social caste at school. Just tell them what they wanted to hear. He had always been very good as a go between for the older, more vengeful students: Lucius Malfoy , Crabbe, and Goyel, and the younger, sleazier students: Avery, Wilkes, and himself.
When Lucius had cornered him he had told the young wizard exactly what he wanted to hear without incriminating himself or those he referred to as "friends". But then again, Lucius Malfoy hadn't had a horde of Death eaters at his disposal if he didn't believe Severus.
But that wasn't the point, he hastily told himself, to get out of that track of pessimistic thinking. Negative thinking caused slip ups and he just couldn't afford that. His life depended on that. Literally.
He sank to the floor and groaned, head in his hands. There were so many uncertainties, so many ifs that it was absolutely petrifying. It was like jumbling up a wizard's chess set, giving them their weapons, and calling a free for all.
It was like some damn game…. that was it! If he thought about it as an elaborate game he would be all right. If he treated it like a game of with pawns and bishops he would be fine. Because, he thought with grim triumph, he was a Slytherin down to his toenails, and Slytherins, he knew, are very good at games.
A Slytherin's World of Espionage
A spy, such a cliched occupation, 21 year old Severus Snape thought bitterly to himself as he leaned back against the stone wall. The news of his new job had just come from Albus Dumbledore and Cornelius Fudge up in the Headmaster's office.
Terrific, he'd gone from one hell right into the next. But at least he wouldn't have to kill anymore, that was a perk. Still, going around behind the back of one of the most evil wizard's in history was not exactly his cup of tea.
You should be happy, a part of his mind told him sternly (sounding vaguely like Minerva McGonagall). This is an extremely Slytherin thing to do, so you should be glad that he's giving you a way to redeem yourself in a way that no Gryffindor would ever dare.
It was perfect really, once you convinced yourself. It was a license to lie, and manipulate, and sneak about. Salazaar Slytherin himself would have been proud .
Heck, his mother would be proud. Her little Severus ruling the world of espionage. Her little Severus getting discovered…her little Severus getting tortured….her little Severus getting killed…but he couldn't think like that.
If he thought about the dangers, the risks and all of that rubbish, he was as good as dead. Any minor slip up could be deadly, it was as plain and simple as that. No Azkaban, no Dementor's Kiss, just cold and dead right there on the spot. You know, after they'd tortured him a bit and all.
He could work this like he had the social caste at school. Just tell them what they wanted to hear. He had always been very good as a go between for the older, more vengeful students: Lucius Malfoy , Crabbe, and Goyel, and the younger, sleazier students: Avery, Wilkes, and himself.
When Lucius had cornered him he had told the young wizard exactly what he wanted to hear without incriminating himself or those he referred to as "friends". But then again, Lucius Malfoy hadn't had a horde of Death eaters at his disposal if he didn't believe Severus.
But that wasn't the point, he hastily told himself, to get out of that track of pessimistic thinking. Negative thinking caused slip ups and he just couldn't afford that. His life depended on that. Literally.
He sank to the floor and groaned, head in his hands. There were so many uncertainties, so many ifs that it was absolutely petrifying. It was like jumbling up a wizard's chess set, giving them their weapons, and calling a free for all.
It was like some damn game…. that was it! If he thought about it as an elaborate game he would be all right. If he treated it like a game of with pawns and bishops he would be fine. Because, he thought with grim triumph, he was a Slytherin down to his toenails, and Slytherins, he knew, are very good at games.