Well, I read OotP, and I thought it was quite sad, like probably most of you-all out there. And I loved it! One flaw, IMHO, is that JK Rowling, puts little emotion into the adults of the story, which I really love… however, I have a feeling that that's done on purpose
;-). Therefore I wrote this fic. It (for now) incorporates thoughts from most of the OotP Aurors, including Tonks and Moody. And these "ficlets" are from there owners pov, and they will eventually lead into a maybe fic of what the members of the OotP… aha, maybe you should read the fic/s if you are still reading this!! :) MWAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: I love Harry Potter (no, I love Remy and Sev, not the point here!!), but I don't own them. However, I promise to share them with my co-writers in the world.
This fic is dedicated to people who can't get enough Harry Potter, uninspired fic writers, inspired but to lazy to write fic writers, and people who take the time to read and give you reviews!!! Ahahahah!!! And of course to my best friend Masami Hoshino-Spafford (who doesn't know…)
Rated PG-13 for some naughty naughty words.
Differo Humanitas
Chapter I - Through the Eyes of a Two-Faced Snake
Snape's POV
I saw them, in the corridor. I was well hidden in the gloom of the dungeon door. Malfoy threatening Potter, and being the arrogant hot-head as he proved the other day, Potter grabbed his wand. Fast like lightening; Malfoy and his gang wouldn't have lasted long, not after…
Damn it Potter! You fool! Son of a bitch…
I could feel blood rushing to my cheeks, but swiftly I sought control. Control was the key.
Briskly I strode to face Potter who was about to blast Malfoy to pieces.
"Potter!"
My voice rand out in the cold entrance hall and I felt my spine crawl as that filthy piece of rudeness shot me ice and fire. My… weakness… was washing away and I could feel sharp daggers of anger surging through my blood.
Oh well, I could always sneer at the lack of house points.
"… We will simply have to-"
"Add some more?" Asked a new voice and my heart skipped a beat as Minerva entered the hall. Suppressing a smirk of happiness, I forced myself to look at Potter, and my natural scowl returned. Feeling secure I turned to face Minerva and was pleased to see that she had almost made a full recovery.
I strode towards her and escorted her in, while noticing a strange glimmer in her eyes.
Curse you Potter.
If it wasn't for your … how did Ms. Granger put it? ... Your saving-people thing, none of us, NONE OF US would be like, like… THIS!!!
I knew well that with the Dark Lord back there would be many loses, but not this early, and not BLACK!!! He was the careless fool of an asshole who was stuck in a bloody mansion, protected by Dumbledore, so how could he so recklessly go and get himself killed?!
I took a deep breath, always exercising control.
I was not paying attention to Minerva, and I couldn't really care when she awarded Gryffindor 250 points, minus my 10. I watched both kids retreat far away from each other, Potter heading outside, Malfoy back to the dungeons.
At least Malfoy's keen to stroke first, unlike some… I thought bitterly.
"Severus?" Minerva asked gently.
I ignored her, but as she started upstairs I followed her. We traveled the castle in silence as she wearily climbed to the Headmasters office. When we arrived at the gargoyles she turned to look at me and when she didn't receive a visible reaction from me she sobbed (She wouldn't have cried if it where me), tears welling in her eyes, "He's gone right? Please… no."
She whispered the last word as a stream of tears fell on her flushed cheeks. I nodded glumly, keeping my face unreadable.
She entered the office, head bent, and I, having no intention in following her to listen to the Headmaster recount it all, again, I quickly strode back down to the entrance hall, for I was heading outside, to think, clearly, before I was so rudely interrupted by the pair of them.
Like James and I…
Moisture developed underneath my eye, and I cursed loudly as I blinked it away.
How can a person be vindictive, nasty, cruel, when one of their LAST greatest personal enemies had been murdered.
Fuck you Black, and I wish you all the best in Hell. You deserve it for what you've done to us… What you've done to the werewolf and Potter. Fuck you!
I tripped so gracefully over a rock, and luckily that snapped me out of my reverie. Laying flat on my face, I scanned the grounds ahead of me if anybody had noticed my fall from grace. To my great relief there where only a handful of students too busy enjoying their freedom to notice me.
I trailed my way to the lake, and with horror I realized with mounting sympathy that Potter was sitting by the lake, by that accursed place where I had to open my mouth and…
Hiding in the shadows I watched Potter.
Then I did something stupid. I swore I'd watch over this child… more carefully, I added as a quick after thought.
Damn it Black!! I'm turning into a fucking sap! You're turning me into a pile of God-damn mush!!
I watched with great disgust as Potter realized that the sun had set, and moved his ass back to the safety of the castle. Suddenly a quote struck me, something Dumbledore told me when I first joined the ranks of the Order, "Keep your friends close and your enemies closer."
Thank God the Headmaster didn't know that my enemies got a bit too close…
And with that I threw my heart back out there, back to that tree where I had so carelessly yelled at Evans, and hoped that next time, next time, it might be different.
TBC
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AN: Hmmm... Even though I luv Snapey Wapey, he's a tough and complex character. Did I do a good job? *sigh* flames welcome, (I think) *sigh*