Author's Starting Notes: They say the world is your oyster to motivate you, but what if you're allergic to oysters? (Long pause) Moving right along, I've begun a Harry Potter story, but you can probably see that by the fact that I put on a story on the Harry Potter page, whatever. Well, this story is written by myself (as shocking as that is) but the original idea is not mine, I got the idea from another person and after talking to them, I was allowed to use the idea. I feel happy now because I have written something that I do believe fits perfectly… okay, well, not really, but it's still an interesting way to start a story. This will be full-length and the title is subject to change. If you have any ideas for the title, I'll accept them because I'm not sure how well the title I gave it fits...
Dedication: angelinvestigationsfan. Thanks for letting me use the idea
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Summary: He gazed at the pink vial intently. It was the moment of truth. Now, did he take it and test the facts or did he walk away and let her go forever? Past LillyxSnape
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Preface:
Tick-tock. Tick-tock. Tick-tock.
Again and again the blasted clock went on. Being an ancient muggle device, it only made two sounds, one of which was tick and the other was tock. The stupid thing was not connected to the wall, nor did it work on batteries. It was very annoying and the man who owned the clock was sick of it. But he couldn't get rid of it, because it was nearly indestructible. It was indestructible because the clock, the small primitive thing that it was, was symbolic of a never-ending cycle called love. As long as the heart of the man in love shall beat, the clock shall tick. It was given to the man when he was but a boy but even at that age the clock was starting to buzz. It had made noise for as long as the man could remember and she was the reason why.
She was the reason he lived in the small shack, the reason he kept to himself, the reason he, Severus Snape, had never once let another human being get close. She was his reason for everything and she, sadly, was gone. A sigh escaped the man's lips as he thought back to the last time the two had spoken. It was a Tuesday and he couldn't exactly remember what happened before she got there but he certainly remembered afterwards.
"You, Severus Snape, are the biggest and most idiotic nitwit I have ever had the misfortune to know"
"No, I do believe that'd be your little boyfriend"
"You know nothing about my relationships"
"You're right because you haven't spoken to me in years. Why now?"
"Because… because… uh, I hate you"
She had stormed away not long after and that was the last time he'd ever see her. Well, not technically, that was the last time he'd see her alive, he did see her again after that, but it was no more pleasant than having your brain eaten out by a bloodthirsty leech. He inhaled a shaky breath and let it out with nearly as much difficulty as he continued to recount that evening. Everything he said and everything she said in response. He was tired just thinking about it, he always was. It was a very draining event and it was one he'd surely never forget.
A sudden sharp and pulsating pain attacked the man as he fought off a terrible, arctic chill. He knew what was happening and he rose from his seat in some kind of artificial anticipation. The room spun in and out, and in once more, as a new guest arrived. With eyes as cold and lifeless as a doll's, with skin as pale and ghastly as a ghost, and with a voice as chillingly mortifying as Death itself, the Dark Lord appeared.
"Severus," hissed the disgusting voice of Lord Voldemort as Snape sulkily raised his head to that of his master, "it is time"
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Author's Ending Notes: The official beginning to my story. So far, it's not the worst story in the world… right? I'm a little sensitive when it comes to my writing so if you're planning on telling me where to stick this story and what I should suck, kiss, and or do anything to in any way, please do it lightly.
