Chapter 1
A/N Okay so this is my first Harry Potter fic. I think it will end up being SS/HG not too sure yet. Not very long, I know but it was crying out to be written and I thank all my boring sociology lessons for that! Please review as it is greatly appreciated!
Disclaimer: Not mine wish they were but hey! The belong to the Goddess J.K. Rowling.
Lisa aka Lord Snapes Lady
17th November 2003
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Severus Snape stood in his classroom. He looked around the room with his eagle eye and sighed. This was how he liked it; peaceful with no idiots like Longbottom blowing up his classroom, no know-it-all Granger waving her arm at him like a lunatic and most importantly no Weasley to bother about and no Potter giving him filthy looks.
'Does he really think that I don't notice him doing it?!?' Snape mused
They were gone for the summer and that meant peace for Severus. With his trademark sneer firmly in place he left the sanctuary of his dungeons to enter the Dumbledore induced bedlam that was the Great Hall.
"Ah, Good morning Severus! I trust you slept well?" Albus asked as Severus sat down at his usual seat in the Great Hall, usual sneer STILL firmly in place.
"Yes, thank you Albus and I trust you also slept well?"
"Yes, except for this dream where I was being chased by pink fluffy bunnies with razor like teeth and then Minerva appeared with.."
"Hem, hem, I'm sat right here Albus"
"Of Course Minerva dear. And please don't cough like that you Sound like Umbridge that beast"
"Anyway, Severus, would you like some coffee?'
Severus merely grunted as an affirmative and a steaming cup of black coffee appeared in front of him.
"Now, Severus, you should smile! It is the summer after all."
Severus blocked out Albus' voice, every holiday whether it be Christmas, Easter, Thanksgiving, Hanukkah, his birthday any chance he got he would say the same thing every time.
"Maybe you should consider getting a girlfriend. What was it Young Harry Potter said which I happened to over hear.. Ahhhhh yes that's it 'Snape needs to go out, have fun, get drunk and get laid.' You know I don't like to get involved in my staff's personal life but the war is over, you should have a life of your own now, you sacrificed enough of your life to the order."
Severus merely snorted.
"Well Albus, the day I take advice from Harry Potter whether it be directly or indirectly will be the day Voldemort is ice skating in Hell!"
With that, Severus swept out of the Great Hall and headed to his dungeons.
He entered his chambers and slammed the door with a style that only he could muster, which would guarantee pupils jumped in their seats and stop their insistent wittering at once.
He strode across his living room to his cabinet and extracted a bottle of Ogden's Finest Firewhisky.
'Hmmmmmmm. glass or no glass that is the question that has plagued all men in the past and will plague men in the future. I think not'
He removed the top of the whisky with a flick of his hand and began to drink the warm, soothing, amber concoction. If he ever met Mr. Ogden, he would get down on his knees and praise at the mans feet.
He kept replaying Albus' words over in his head. The drunker he got the funnier he found it until he started to laugh. It wasn't a quiet laugh. It was a warm yet spine tingling laugh. And then, then he began to cry. What had become of his life? Why was he, a grown man of thirty-six sat on a cold concrete floor crying into his whisky? Maybe Albus was right. He was rather lonely, but he wouldn't admit that fact to anyone else, but who would want him? Who in their right mind would want him, an ex-death eater with that monstrosity in his arm?
He began to claw at the pale, delicate skin on his left arm where the mark was. While the other death eaters marks had faded to an almost silver scar, his had become bright black since the fall of Voldemort. Somehow, somehow Voldemort must have learned of his loyalty to Dumbledore and punished him with this reminder of his betrayal. He looked at the mark and saw that all the skin around it was in a large red welt and yet the mark itself was untouched.
He ran a shaky hand through his hair.
'When had it become so lank and greasy?'
In one minute, he had gone from being drunk, to feeling as though he'd being slapped in the face. And in that moment, he decided his life had to change. No wonder people avoided him like the plague.
TBC (I hope!)
A/N Okay so this is my first Harry Potter fic. I think it will end up being SS/HG not too sure yet. Not very long, I know but it was crying out to be written and I thank all my boring sociology lessons for that! Please review as it is greatly appreciated!
Disclaimer: Not mine wish they were but hey! The belong to the Goddess J.K. Rowling.
Lisa aka Lord Snapes Lady
17th November 2003
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Severus Snape stood in his classroom. He looked around the room with his eagle eye and sighed. This was how he liked it; peaceful with no idiots like Longbottom blowing up his classroom, no know-it-all Granger waving her arm at him like a lunatic and most importantly no Weasley to bother about and no Potter giving him filthy looks.
'Does he really think that I don't notice him doing it?!?' Snape mused
They were gone for the summer and that meant peace for Severus. With his trademark sneer firmly in place he left the sanctuary of his dungeons to enter the Dumbledore induced bedlam that was the Great Hall.
"Ah, Good morning Severus! I trust you slept well?" Albus asked as Severus sat down at his usual seat in the Great Hall, usual sneer STILL firmly in place.
"Yes, thank you Albus and I trust you also slept well?"
"Yes, except for this dream where I was being chased by pink fluffy bunnies with razor like teeth and then Minerva appeared with.."
"Hem, hem, I'm sat right here Albus"
"Of Course Minerva dear. And please don't cough like that you Sound like Umbridge that beast"
"Anyway, Severus, would you like some coffee?'
Severus merely grunted as an affirmative and a steaming cup of black coffee appeared in front of him.
"Now, Severus, you should smile! It is the summer after all."
Severus blocked out Albus' voice, every holiday whether it be Christmas, Easter, Thanksgiving, Hanukkah, his birthday any chance he got he would say the same thing every time.
"Maybe you should consider getting a girlfriend. What was it Young Harry Potter said which I happened to over hear.. Ahhhhh yes that's it 'Snape needs to go out, have fun, get drunk and get laid.' You know I don't like to get involved in my staff's personal life but the war is over, you should have a life of your own now, you sacrificed enough of your life to the order."
Severus merely snorted.
"Well Albus, the day I take advice from Harry Potter whether it be directly or indirectly will be the day Voldemort is ice skating in Hell!"
With that, Severus swept out of the Great Hall and headed to his dungeons.
He entered his chambers and slammed the door with a style that only he could muster, which would guarantee pupils jumped in their seats and stop their insistent wittering at once.
He strode across his living room to his cabinet and extracted a bottle of Ogden's Finest Firewhisky.
'Hmmmmmmm. glass or no glass that is the question that has plagued all men in the past and will plague men in the future. I think not'
He removed the top of the whisky with a flick of his hand and began to drink the warm, soothing, amber concoction. If he ever met Mr. Ogden, he would get down on his knees and praise at the mans feet.
He kept replaying Albus' words over in his head. The drunker he got the funnier he found it until he started to laugh. It wasn't a quiet laugh. It was a warm yet spine tingling laugh. And then, then he began to cry. What had become of his life? Why was he, a grown man of thirty-six sat on a cold concrete floor crying into his whisky? Maybe Albus was right. He was rather lonely, but he wouldn't admit that fact to anyone else, but who would want him? Who in their right mind would want him, an ex-death eater with that monstrosity in his arm?
He began to claw at the pale, delicate skin on his left arm where the mark was. While the other death eaters marks had faded to an almost silver scar, his had become bright black since the fall of Voldemort. Somehow, somehow Voldemort must have learned of his loyalty to Dumbledore and punished him with this reminder of his betrayal. He looked at the mark and saw that all the skin around it was in a large red welt and yet the mark itself was untouched.
He ran a shaky hand through his hair.
'When had it become so lank and greasy?'
In one minute, he had gone from being drunk, to feeling as though he'd being slapped in the face. And in that moment, he decided his life had to change. No wonder people avoided him like the plague.
TBC (I hope!)