Look, if you don't like slash – that's cool. I happen to find it rather
enjoyable reading. No there's no slash just yet, what fun would that be? A
good writer builds up to it, not that I'm any good or anything. Read and
Review if you so desire.
Chapter 2 should be along ASAP, as I'm in the process of writing it.
-Christine
Please Note: I don't own the characters, or anything else related to Harry Potter. Unfortunately they are all the creation of JK Rowling [who killed my beloved Sirius – and If you didn't read OoTP OH WELL - Still I say he's Behind the Veil. Sirius Lives, I tell you!] I am however the soul owner and creator of the thoughts I've put behind them and if you take my stuff, I'll castrate you.
Nah, but seriously – don't take my stuff, alright. Thanks much.
A Change In the Wind
Severus Snape stared out the window. Another year was passing, another year of his life gone to waste in this place. Hogwarts, he had long detested it for such a long time, and his position as professor. Professor. Even the sound of it was completely nauseating. Day in and day out, he came in to instruct the imbecilic on the art of potion making. In truth, it had to be the most utterly boring of occupations. He detested it almost as much as his nemesis, Sirius Black. Why on earth had he stayed here so long? He had wanted to pursue other avenues, but had long since lost the ambition to do so.
Dumbledore had grown to be the bane of his existence, at least when it came to his teaching. He knew Dumbledore still didn't trust him - how could he? He, after all, was a Snape. Snape's were known as evil, vile creatures. Dumbledore's lack of trust in him was clearly evident, had he trusted him he'd have the position he desired since day one. Defense against the dark arts, it was all he ever really wanted to teach; but because he had gotten perfect marks on his potion O.W.Ls, he was made Professor of Potions. At least that was what Dumbledore had claimed; Severus could read right through him though. Death-eater, evil, it's in your blood, Severus, he could almost hear these words being spoken from Dumbledore's lips. Maybe he should have done what everyone expected of him, joined Voldemort's inner circle of "pureblood perfection". It was his destiny, was it not?
Pushing the thoughts out of his mind, he ran his long bony fingers through his thin black hair back and pushed it off his forehead. No, it wasn't, he thought. He had chosen my own destiny when he left them. "My rules, my life, all belonging to me." he spoke quietly to himself. Be that as it may, he could still feel the pain of the dark mark. Voldemort is still out there, and he believed Severus' place is with him, so to him Severus would forever more be known as a traitor.
Sighing, he realized just how difficult a man he was. Everything about him was complicated, even his thoughts. His world is a world of shadows and mystery. No one truly knew him, because they couldn't. To let someone get close to him would be to endanger them.
Chapter 2 should be along ASAP, as I'm in the process of writing it.
-Christine
Please Note: I don't own the characters, or anything else related to Harry Potter. Unfortunately they are all the creation of JK Rowling [who killed my beloved Sirius – and If you didn't read OoTP OH WELL - Still I say he's Behind the Veil. Sirius Lives, I tell you!] I am however the soul owner and creator of the thoughts I've put behind them and if you take my stuff, I'll castrate you.
Nah, but seriously – don't take my stuff, alright. Thanks much.
A Change In the Wind
Severus Snape stared out the window. Another year was passing, another year of his life gone to waste in this place. Hogwarts, he had long detested it for such a long time, and his position as professor. Professor. Even the sound of it was completely nauseating. Day in and day out, he came in to instruct the imbecilic on the art of potion making. In truth, it had to be the most utterly boring of occupations. He detested it almost as much as his nemesis, Sirius Black. Why on earth had he stayed here so long? He had wanted to pursue other avenues, but had long since lost the ambition to do so.
Dumbledore had grown to be the bane of his existence, at least when it came to his teaching. He knew Dumbledore still didn't trust him - how could he? He, after all, was a Snape. Snape's were known as evil, vile creatures. Dumbledore's lack of trust in him was clearly evident, had he trusted him he'd have the position he desired since day one. Defense against the dark arts, it was all he ever really wanted to teach; but because he had gotten perfect marks on his potion O.W.Ls, he was made Professor of Potions. At least that was what Dumbledore had claimed; Severus could read right through him though. Death-eater, evil, it's in your blood, Severus, he could almost hear these words being spoken from Dumbledore's lips. Maybe he should have done what everyone expected of him, joined Voldemort's inner circle of "pureblood perfection". It was his destiny, was it not?
Pushing the thoughts out of his mind, he ran his long bony fingers through his thin black hair back and pushed it off his forehead. No, it wasn't, he thought. He had chosen my own destiny when he left them. "My rules, my life, all belonging to me." he spoke quietly to himself. Be that as it may, he could still feel the pain of the dark mark. Voldemort is still out there, and he believed Severus' place is with him, so to him Severus would forever more be known as a traitor.
Sighing, he realized just how difficult a man he was. Everything about him was complicated, even his thoughts. His world is a world of shadows and mystery. No one truly knew him, because they couldn't. To let someone get close to him would be to endanger them.