A/N: this story is based on just before Snape handed himself to Dumbledore,
just a short song fic based on 'a bitter sweet symphony' by the verve.
Snape's p.o.v.
I stood out side of Hogwarts, I was always associated with dark magic, even at Hogwarts.Dumbledore had no reason to believe me. I didn't expect him too either, punishment is all I have ever known. Come to think of it life has always been pointless
It's a bitter sweet symphony, that's life Trying to make ends meet You're a slave to money then you die I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet, yeah
Dumbledore will see no point In changing me now anyway
No change I can't change, I can change, I can change But I'm here in my mould, I am here in my mould But I'm a million different people from one day to the next I can't change my mould no no no no
Maybe If I begged for forgiveness I could get my soul soothed, no, not after everything I had done after joining Voldemort I felt sick I was going to enter.
Well I've never prayed but tonight I'm on my knees, yeah I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah I'll let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now But the airwaves are clean and there's nobody singing to me, now
Knocked and the door was answered by the familiar face of professor McGonigall. "Severus!" she exclaimed and moved aside for me to enter "I must speak to Dumbledore" I said and without a word she led me to him. When she had gone I confessed all my sins and begged for forgiveness.he forgave me
No change, I can't change, I can change, I can change But I'm here in my mould, but I'm here in my mould But I'm a million different people from one day to the next I can't change my mould, no no no no no
I would work as a spy and tell him all I know, life is still pointless though
It's a bitter sweet symphony, that's life Trying to make ends meet Trying to find some money, then you die
Voldemort knows what I think of him but I'm still in this war
We got your set and violence, melody and silence We've got your sex and silence, melody and sirens
A/N: so what do you think.there is only one way to tell me.click the little button in the left hand corner.
Snape's p.o.v.
I stood out side of Hogwarts, I was always associated with dark magic, even at Hogwarts.Dumbledore had no reason to believe me. I didn't expect him too either, punishment is all I have ever known. Come to think of it life has always been pointless
It's a bitter sweet symphony, that's life Trying to make ends meet You're a slave to money then you die I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down You know the one that takes you to the places where all the veins meet, yeah
Dumbledore will see no point In changing me now anyway
No change I can't change, I can change, I can change But I'm here in my mould, I am here in my mould But I'm a million different people from one day to the next I can't change my mould no no no no
Maybe If I begged for forgiveness I could get my soul soothed, no, not after everything I had done after joining Voldemort I felt sick I was going to enter.
Well I've never prayed but tonight I'm on my knees, yeah I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me, yeah I'll let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now But the airwaves are clean and there's nobody singing to me, now
Knocked and the door was answered by the familiar face of professor McGonigall. "Severus!" she exclaimed and moved aside for me to enter "I must speak to Dumbledore" I said and without a word she led me to him. When she had gone I confessed all my sins and begged for forgiveness.he forgave me
No change, I can't change, I can change, I can change But I'm here in my mould, but I'm here in my mould But I'm a million different people from one day to the next I can't change my mould, no no no no no
I would work as a spy and tell him all I know, life is still pointless though
It's a bitter sweet symphony, that's life Trying to make ends meet Trying to find some money, then you die
Voldemort knows what I think of him but I'm still in this war
We got your set and violence, melody and silence We've got your sex and silence, melody and sirens
A/N: so what do you think.there is only one way to tell me.click the little button in the left hand corner.