Hello to everybody! I'm gonna say this once and with no less regret - the world of Harry Potter is not mine and belongs to its rightful author. At least we get to play with her creations :)
Hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did when I wrote it. Cheers!
Silent warrior
Severus Snape was not a happy man. Actually he could no longer recall such a state – it had become a distant memory, gathering dust in the corner of his conscience, along with the hopes of his greatness and youth.
He was cranky, unpleasant and cruel when it suited him. More often than not he was also in pain – weather his "master" had not been pleased and the Cruciatus curse had poured it's creator's viciousness upon his flesh and mind, or the merciless cries of his soul had torn through his occluded shields, barely containing them anyway, robbing him of sleep and any, as pathetic as it may be, resemblance of peace.
Severus Snape was in fact a rather resentful person and he inflicted his pain on others with little remorse. Also, being a great mind caged in the wasting prison of role and pride, for he was if nothing else prideful, he hardly tolerated the presence of mumbling, shuffling and intelligently crippled adolescents as the ones put in his care.
He had though taken his House under his wing, remembering the honor it had once carried and because of the fact that there were some wisely chosen for their strength and cunnings individuals. Even one or two brats with enough brain cells to manage a survival, with enough potential to bring at least a glimmer of hope, feint as it may be, for the future generation.
The Half-Blood Prince was, to say the least, brilliant in his chosen fields, although he enjoyed brewing greatly more than spying and killing.
It would not be fair to say that he grew up in current self because of the Dark Lord, since Tom had not been much around in his early teenage years, through which Snape had built and solidified his sharp exterior and violent dark nature.
Maybe one could acquire better view of this shadowed soul through the seven volumes of memoirs of one Harry Potter, or at least what was speculated and not stayed personal and hidden between the dusty pages of hundreds of scraped away words, crumbled one over the other in the memories of the ones who lived through hell (pardon the muggle saying).
There was at least one missing personage in the whole picture and at least one false fact in the Great Final… the second final that marked the absolute end of Tom Marvalo Riddle and for the present that day had nothing "grand" about it, except maybe the number of bodies, littering the grounds around the magical school.
A Final that for some became a beginning….
First off, not even years after the funerals the curious fact that no body laid in the grave of one Severus Tobias Snape , secretly Prince, was not released to the public. It was known only by those aware of the missing portrait of a certain brief Headmaster of Hogwards. A fact, which went strangely unnoticed, as most people couldn't or didn't bother to recall the exact shapes of the painted faces in the round office.
As for the personage – after the End, there were not many aware of its existence. In fact, all who were known for their knowledge of that single person were dead, Those who weren't supposed to harbor such information, or even suspect such a thing – and were still breathing – would never in their lives utter of such presence.
Although the story must have begun long ago, maybe even before the birth of one particular Severus, our end starts with a silent warrior, who through the duration of his capture was anything but – silent of course, for one is born or not a warrior.
As a story should end – with at least two people finding each other – our story needs love. Not that it hadn't had such up until now! No, but it had certainly never been besotted on the likes of an irritable Potions Master.
So here begins our story…