Disclaimer: I wish Snape belonged to me (who doesn't, I ask you!), but he belongs to JK Rowling
A/N: This is a prologue to my new fic. The title is latin, and translated, it's 'I believe in you, my teacher'. I warn you, this may get slightly graphic in later chapters, and it deals with Snape and a student in a romantic relationship. If you don't like it, then it's probably adviseable you don't read it. If you're interested, do review though, and constructive criticism is always welcomed.
'Credo Tibi, Meus Magister'
By Normandie M
Prologue
It was an idyllic setting, he had to admit. A beach at sunset. And it looked especially beautiful from his viewpoint at the top of the cliffs. This would be the last he saw of Britain for a while....
The war was over. The sacrifices were made, the victories won.
And he was among the ones still standing. Lord knows why I was spared, he thought, but there he was. There was a purpose to serve, something was calling on him, a world away from him. Something had to be done.
It was with a heavy heart a few days before, that he tendered his resignation to an astonished Minerva McGonagall. She didn't argue like she would've a few years before....that particular need for verbal sparring had died. She let him slip away, virtually unnoticed. And that's when he came here. His trunk was packed, the arrangements were made and he would be off as soon as the sun dipped beneath the waves.
It was truly a sight to behold....the golden disc, starting to tinge with deep red, mingled with purple, the dark blue of the sea reflecting it's splendor. The beach was a dull, ashen grey in colour and contrasted with the beauty of of the sunset. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the figure down there, dancing, skipping at the waters' edge. He could make out the paleness of her skin, the hands holding up the hem of her dress as she twirled around and the faint, musical laughter reached his ears.
She was the only person down there, and she knew it....but she was oblivious to the man who watched her, and silently wished for the freedom and happiness she had.
A/N: This is a prologue to my new fic. The title is latin, and translated, it's 'I believe in you, my teacher'. I warn you, this may get slightly graphic in later chapters, and it deals with Snape and a student in a romantic relationship. If you don't like it, then it's probably adviseable you don't read it. If you're interested, do review though, and constructive criticism is always welcomed.
'Credo Tibi, Meus Magister'
By Normandie M
Prologue
It was an idyllic setting, he had to admit. A beach at sunset. And it looked especially beautiful from his viewpoint at the top of the cliffs. This would be the last he saw of Britain for a while....
The war was over. The sacrifices were made, the victories won.
And he was among the ones still standing. Lord knows why I was spared, he thought, but there he was. There was a purpose to serve, something was calling on him, a world away from him. Something had to be done.
It was with a heavy heart a few days before, that he tendered his resignation to an astonished Minerva McGonagall. She didn't argue like she would've a few years before....that particular need for verbal sparring had died. She let him slip away, virtually unnoticed. And that's when he came here. His trunk was packed, the arrangements were made and he would be off as soon as the sun dipped beneath the waves.
It was truly a sight to behold....the golden disc, starting to tinge with deep red, mingled with purple, the dark blue of the sea reflecting it's splendor. The beach was a dull, ashen grey in colour and contrasted with the beauty of of the sunset. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the figure down there, dancing, skipping at the waters' edge. He could make out the paleness of her skin, the hands holding up the hem of her dress as she twirled around and the faint, musical laughter reached his ears.
She was the only person down there, and she knew it....but she was oblivious to the man who watched her, and silently wished for the freedom and happiness she had.