Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter…

Damn…


Anger boils to the surface. Slowly, steadily. This anger is not a hot, red anger, burning and burning and burning until there isn't even ashes left, not one that rips and tears apart lives and families and dreams in an instant. It is not swift, not new, it does not ebb and flow with each new thought.

No, this anger is old, one that creeps and crawls in to your heart, slowly and unnoticed, twining around you until you do everything with some measure of anger. It is the anger of repeated humiliation and teasing, slowly building. Cold, brittle, freezing you from the inside out. It takes it's time, and builds up, filling you up, then spilling out every which way, lashing out at those around you.

Yes, this is the anger Severus Snape feels.


Wow… where the did this come from? I don't even really like Snape… Well, R& R anyway, kay? -Sopho