Author's Note: This is my first Fan Fiction attempt.
Please review. Flames, praise, and criticism will be appreciated. I will
post a new chapter if I receive a positive review.
Be Warned: this is not a happy tale. Do not expect a happy ending. Also, if
it gets good reviews, it will be a long story, spanning from before the
Dark Lord rose to after he fell.
Disclaimer: I do not own Snape or Malfoy. If I did, there lives wouldn't
have been nearly so happy thus far. All these characters belong to J.K.
Rowling except Samantha, who comes in later, and Boreal, Charles, Asriel.
Happy Reading!
The Fall Of The Lords
John Asriel Snape
Boreal Malfoy stood silent, gazing over his fog-ridden estate in southern England. He let his silence loom, forbidding, radiating displeasure as he dismissed the servant with an imperious wave of a jeweled hand. So they'd done it again. What was it they called it? The "employment equality act"? The ridiculous concept that mudbloods should be equal to purebloods aside, the very concept was so exceedingly muggle as to render resistance vital to the preservation of his good name. But the Malfoy family, as the Snape family, had long practice in treading the line between practiced disdainful superiority and flagrant disrespect, and the great lords had always managed to show irritation and disdain for the Ministry without legal implications attendant. Centuries of struggling against the perpetual threat of extinction presented the recessive quality of magical talent had created a society which distinguished between conditions of birth rather than race, and, while the Ministry of Magic had indeed succeeded in passing their ridiculous act, Boreal Malfoy knew that there was no chance that the ministry could possibly enforce this law. As of his last count, 87.5 percent of the Ministry's enforcement team was loyal to one or another of the great lords, and another 3 percent had no doubts as to the inferiority of "mudbloods". No, he could tread this line. There was no need to worry. Even Charles Asriel Snape couldn't stand up to Boreal's power. Boreal smiled into the night. Ironic, how he, the youngest of the Malfoys ever to inherit the title, should have all the influence of high society handed to him on a platter, that he should be spared the furious battle his ancestors all had with whichever heir to the Snape title whom had grown up with them. Yes. Poor old Snape, with five daughters and no sons. Indeed, Charles made an impressive son-in-law, and had done well by the old man, but the Snape family was inarguably the oldest, richest and purest family in Europe, and no son-in-law could wield the full power implied by the name. With his biggest rival rendered ineffective, Malfoy had forced the pureblood families into his following, and he now defined pureblood society's reactions to all crises. He could swing this equality act to his advantage, as he could with everything. There was peace in high society. That was June 22nd. On June 23rd, John Asriel Snape was born, the balance of power tipped towards the Snapes, and Boreal Malfoy watched the influence and power he had worked so hard to create crumble at his feet. But it was raining, always a good omen for a Slytherin, and John Asriel Snape was unaware that his birth would begin a power battle that would stretch on for two generations, and ultimately devastate the social structure and unsteady peace of a world divided by the racial war uneasily suppressed thus far.
The Fall Of The Lords
John Asriel Snape
Boreal Malfoy stood silent, gazing over his fog-ridden estate in southern England. He let his silence loom, forbidding, radiating displeasure as he dismissed the servant with an imperious wave of a jeweled hand. So they'd done it again. What was it they called it? The "employment equality act"? The ridiculous concept that mudbloods should be equal to purebloods aside, the very concept was so exceedingly muggle as to render resistance vital to the preservation of his good name. But the Malfoy family, as the Snape family, had long practice in treading the line between practiced disdainful superiority and flagrant disrespect, and the great lords had always managed to show irritation and disdain for the Ministry without legal implications attendant. Centuries of struggling against the perpetual threat of extinction presented the recessive quality of magical talent had created a society which distinguished between conditions of birth rather than race, and, while the Ministry of Magic had indeed succeeded in passing their ridiculous act, Boreal Malfoy knew that there was no chance that the ministry could possibly enforce this law. As of his last count, 87.5 percent of the Ministry's enforcement team was loyal to one or another of the great lords, and another 3 percent had no doubts as to the inferiority of "mudbloods". No, he could tread this line. There was no need to worry. Even Charles Asriel Snape couldn't stand up to Boreal's power. Boreal smiled into the night. Ironic, how he, the youngest of the Malfoys ever to inherit the title, should have all the influence of high society handed to him on a platter, that he should be spared the furious battle his ancestors all had with whichever heir to the Snape title whom had grown up with them. Yes. Poor old Snape, with five daughters and no sons. Indeed, Charles made an impressive son-in-law, and had done well by the old man, but the Snape family was inarguably the oldest, richest and purest family in Europe, and no son-in-law could wield the full power implied by the name. With his biggest rival rendered ineffective, Malfoy had forced the pureblood families into his following, and he now defined pureblood society's reactions to all crises. He could swing this equality act to his advantage, as he could with everything. There was peace in high society. That was June 22nd. On June 23rd, John Asriel Snape was born, the balance of power tipped towards the Snapes, and Boreal Malfoy watched the influence and power he had worked so hard to create crumble at his feet. But it was raining, always a good omen for a Slytherin, and John Asriel Snape was unaware that his birth would begin a power battle that would stretch on for two generations, and ultimately devastate the social structure and unsteady peace of a world divided by the racial war uneasily suppressed thus far.