October 9, 2006
Chibiness
Well, this is the first fic that I've written in quite a while. It's been even longer since I've written something that isn't complete trash, so I hope it's up to par.
Auror Dodging for Dummies: Chapter One
It was rather lucky on the part of Severus Snape, really. The Final Battle, as it came to be called, had seen Harry Potter (Order of Merlin, First Class) quite comatose, and thus unable to seek his "last revenge". It was known far and wide that the Esteemed Boy-Who-Finally-Killed-He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was after Snape's blood. After all, it was Snape who told Voldemort about the prophecy which ultimately lead to his parents' death. Rather reasonable, that Harry would want to exact payment from his former professor. (Regardless of what one would think, those were the circumstances at the time.) Not to mention, Snape himself was the one to kill Harry's mentor, the even more esteemed Albus Dumbledore (Head Mugwump of the Wizengamot, Order of Merlin, First Class).
In fact, Snape was surprised to be included in the after-war circumstances at all. He had long expected to die on the battlefield, if not before. As it was, his current place of residence wasn't much better than the aforementioned non-survival. Azkaban without it's dementors seemed to still maintain it's happiness-extracting qualities. Centuries of negative thought and action must have seeped into the walls to create a building with almost as much skill at soul-sucking as the dementors themselves.
Aside from the lack of dementors, Azkaban wasn't much different from the last time Snape had made an "appearance": the walls and floor were still damp (and somewhat squishy—Snape tried to avoid thinking of that as much as possible), the company was lacking, and the food was utterly disgusting.
Seven days passed as a sort of blur. When one is sleeping out of complete boredom, and at odd times of the day, that one doesn't quite remember when one day ends and another begins. In between the many naps, Snape pondered the future of his existence on earth. Still he expected death to come to court soon enough. People's lives at Azkaban are shortened for many reasons. In Snape's case, he expected either starvation or execution. The thought of escape hardly crossed his mind—it was attempted few and far between, and almost never accomplished. Ironically enough, it was that very method which allowed him to leave Azkaban behind, alive, even.
End Chapter One
Author Comments:
This is a multi-chapter, and I have part of the next chapter written in it's rough draft, so I might even not abandon this fic (!)
Like I said, I haven't written for a long time. This is also my first Harry Potter fic, and I would appreciate any comments/suggestions.
