Ode to Severus Snape
D/C: J.K Rowling owns Harry Potter, and I do not. Even though it is a dream of mine... Harry Potter... sigh
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Chapter One: Letter in a bottle
Ode To Severus Snape
Your soul is blacker than a madman's mind
I wish to take that mask
That you love to hide behind
What are you thinking
during the night,
are you alone with just your fright?
Or are you just like a book
sitting on the shelf
waiting for me to take a look?
Severus looked up, glancing about the Great Hall. He knew at once that this poem was not sent from those irritating Gryffindor twits. Only one of them had even the slightest ability with writing and even so, they would all be looking over at him and laughing to themselves if he had. No, no, it was not them.
Severus looked back down at what he had gotten. Normally, he rarely recieved any mail during the morning post, but this morning he had been sent an emerald green bottle and inside which was the poem, Ode To Severus Snape. Really, the title itself was just as disturbing as the poem. Why on earth would anyone write an ode to him? It was very. . . discomforting.
Severus stood up, shoved the poem in his pocket, and grabbed his bag. Actually, it was more of a bits of old bags put together with magic and even then it looked horrible. He just hadn't found the courage to ask his father for a new one yet. His fingers twitched slightly as if wanted to tear his bag to shreds. It was like a symbol, which stood for how his father thought of him.
Never you mind that, a voice in his head told him, just forget about it get to class. And that is exactly where he had been heading before he ran into THEM.
"Ah, Snivellus, where do you think you're going?"
Severus looked up to see Black, Potter, Lupin, and Pettigrew. Out of all four of them, Lupin was probably the least bothersome. Pettigrew was just an annoying twirp that adored Black and Potter. Lord, he thought. How pitiful. Potter and Black, however, were tied in first place for being horribly irritating gits.
"I am going to class, Black. A concept well beyond your grasp, I know," Severus replied. Pettigrew snickered at this, and Black gave him a steely glare, which quickly shut him up.
"Oh so you're a smart one, are you?" Potter asked him.
"Hm, I wonder," Severus replied, pushing past him, head to transfiguration.
"Ah, that's right, you wouldn't know what smart was if it was soap that attacked you in the shower. Oh wait, no, the soap is probably so afraid of your hair that you've forgotten what it looks like," Potter snickered.
"Wow," Severus replied, sounding shocked, "was that an insult attempt from James Potter? I would have never thought you even owned a brain!"
"Why you ugly little git!" James snarled and he leapt at Severus.
"James!" Lupin shouted at him. He quickly pulled him back, and it was it good thing he did, because Professor McGonagall came around the corner just then.
"Hello, Professor," Pettigrew greeted her in a sickeningly sweet manner.
"Mr Pettigrew, what are you five up to?" The professor looked over them all with growing suspicion.
"Oh nothing Professor. Just waiting for your oh so wonderful class!"
"Lord," Sirius muttered.
"What was that, Mr. Black?" McGonagall asked.
"Nothing," he replied.
"Hm... Well you five better get to class, without being tardy this time, please." With that, the professor left them there and Severus took one look at Potter before turning on heal and following after her.
"Why is he such a git?" James pondered.
"You think EVERYONE is a git, James," Remus told him.
"Only the ones who look at my girl," James replied.
"She's not your girl, Prongs," Sirius replied.
"She will be."
"When deer fly and rats go to the moon," Sirius snickered.
"Shut up yah dog," James replied.
"You two are impossible," Remus said, shaking his head, and then the four Marauders took off to Transfiguration.
D/C: J.K Rowling owns Harry Potter, and I do not. Even though it is a dream of mine... Harry Potter... sigh
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Chapter One: Letter in a bottle
Ode To Severus Snape
Your soul is blacker than a madman's mind
I wish to take that mask
That you love to hide behind
What are you thinking
during the night,
are you alone with just your fright?
Or are you just like a book
sitting on the shelf
waiting for me to take a look?
Severus looked up, glancing about the Great Hall. He knew at once that this poem was not sent from those irritating Gryffindor twits. Only one of them had even the slightest ability with writing and even so, they would all be looking over at him and laughing to themselves if he had. No, no, it was not them.
Severus looked back down at what he had gotten. Normally, he rarely recieved any mail during the morning post, but this morning he had been sent an emerald green bottle and inside which was the poem, Ode To Severus Snape. Really, the title itself was just as disturbing as the poem. Why on earth would anyone write an ode to him? It was very. . . discomforting.
Severus stood up, shoved the poem in his pocket, and grabbed his bag. Actually, it was more of a bits of old bags put together with magic and even then it looked horrible. He just hadn't found the courage to ask his father for a new one yet. His fingers twitched slightly as if wanted to tear his bag to shreds. It was like a symbol, which stood for how his father thought of him.
Never you mind that, a voice in his head told him, just forget about it get to class. And that is exactly where he had been heading before he ran into THEM.
"Ah, Snivellus, where do you think you're going?"
Severus looked up to see Black, Potter, Lupin, and Pettigrew. Out of all four of them, Lupin was probably the least bothersome. Pettigrew was just an annoying twirp that adored Black and Potter. Lord, he thought. How pitiful. Potter and Black, however, were tied in first place for being horribly irritating gits.
"I am going to class, Black. A concept well beyond your grasp, I know," Severus replied. Pettigrew snickered at this, and Black gave him a steely glare, which quickly shut him up.
"Oh so you're a smart one, are you?" Potter asked him.
"Hm, I wonder," Severus replied, pushing past him, head to transfiguration.
"Ah, that's right, you wouldn't know what smart was if it was soap that attacked you in the shower. Oh wait, no, the soap is probably so afraid of your hair that you've forgotten what it looks like," Potter snickered.
"Wow," Severus replied, sounding shocked, "was that an insult attempt from James Potter? I would have never thought you even owned a brain!"
"Why you ugly little git!" James snarled and he leapt at Severus.
"James!" Lupin shouted at him. He quickly pulled him back, and it was it good thing he did, because Professor McGonagall came around the corner just then.
"Hello, Professor," Pettigrew greeted her in a sickeningly sweet manner.
"Mr Pettigrew, what are you five up to?" The professor looked over them all with growing suspicion.
"Oh nothing Professor. Just waiting for your oh so wonderful class!"
"Lord," Sirius muttered.
"What was that, Mr. Black?" McGonagall asked.
"Nothing," he replied.
"Hm... Well you five better get to class, without being tardy this time, please." With that, the professor left them there and Severus took one look at Potter before turning on heal and following after her.
"Why is he such a git?" James pondered.
"You think EVERYONE is a git, James," Remus told him.
"Only the ones who look at my girl," James replied.
"She's not your girl, Prongs," Sirius replied.
"She will be."
"When deer fly and rats go to the moon," Sirius snickered.
"Shut up yah dog," James replied.
"You two are impossible," Remus said, shaking his head, and then the four Marauders took off to Transfiguration.