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Professor Snape looked around the storeroom trying despratly to remeber what he came in here for. It's no use he thought that Potter has gotten to me again. And with that he left the storeroom. Snape sat down at his desk looking at the papers yet to grade on his desk. Well if I'm not going to be able to sleep I ought to get something usefull done he though pulling the piles of parchment closer towards him. He looked down at the top of the pile Lavender Brown he though as he read the name on top of the parchment. Oh it's that darned Slytherin & Gryffindor Class he though the his mind wandering he started to rember. ~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~ He bumped into that girl and she was perfect. He was in his seventh year and while heading up to his common room he bumped into her with her red hair perfect eyes and perfect smile. He'd seen her around but this was the first time their eyes had meet. And he knew instantly that he was in love. He spent all the time he could with her every second possible and once they had graduated they had gotten married and were living happliy. And then they had a son the most perfect son in the world. Harry. He was the most perfect little boy. My own son. Then Voldemort attacked and ended my life as I knew it. My perfect life all gone ~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~ Snape lifted up his cup and took a drink from it. And had on a discusted expression. This polyjuice potion never gets any better.Snape though as he placed the cup down on the desk. As he rembered it all he absantly picked up his quill and dug through the pieces of parchment until he came up with it- Harry Potter's essay. Quickly he dipped his quill in the red ink on his desk he then quickly wrote something on the top without even reading the essay. As he waited for the ink to dry he though about what killed him most in this world. Having his own son so near but being unable to touch him. Unable to be his father. And of cousre lossing his wife other than Harry it was what he loved most in the world. The perfect plan how could it go so wrong? Instead of bringing Voldemort to justice it had killed one of the people he loved most and ripped the other one away. How he though as he rolled up Harry's paper could the most perfect plan go so wrong?
A/N-Okay what do you think? I had this sudden inspiration and I just started writing it and this is what it turned out as. I know this is my first story in ages but I've been really busy and well yeah. I have been writing though just not uploading them. Oh yeah I'm taking a break from the elements. I dunno how I should continue it anyway I'm getting way off track here so one more thing if your still crazy enough to be reading umm what was it oh yeah please review even if its just to flame me. Although if it is to flame me make it constructive I want constructive flames so I can get better
Professor Snape looked around the storeroom trying despratly to remeber what he came in here for. It's no use he thought that Potter has gotten to me again. And with that he left the storeroom. Snape sat down at his desk looking at the papers yet to grade on his desk. Well if I'm not going to be able to sleep I ought to get something usefull done he though pulling the piles of parchment closer towards him. He looked down at the top of the pile Lavender Brown he though as he read the name on top of the parchment. Oh it's that darned Slytherin & Gryffindor Class he though the his mind wandering he started to rember. ~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~ He bumped into that girl and she was perfect. He was in his seventh year and while heading up to his common room he bumped into her with her red hair perfect eyes and perfect smile. He'd seen her around but this was the first time their eyes had meet. And he knew instantly that he was in love. He spent all the time he could with her every second possible and once they had graduated they had gotten married and were living happliy. And then they had a son the most perfect son in the world. Harry. He was the most perfect little boy. My own son. Then Voldemort attacked and ended my life as I knew it. My perfect life all gone ~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~&~ Snape lifted up his cup and took a drink from it. And had on a discusted expression. This polyjuice potion never gets any better.Snape though as he placed the cup down on the desk. As he rembered it all he absantly picked up his quill and dug through the pieces of parchment until he came up with it- Harry Potter's essay. Quickly he dipped his quill in the red ink on his desk he then quickly wrote something on the top without even reading the essay. As he waited for the ink to dry he though about what killed him most in this world. Having his own son so near but being unable to touch him. Unable to be his father. And of cousre lossing his wife other than Harry it was what he loved most in the world. The perfect plan how could it go so wrong? Instead of bringing Voldemort to justice it had killed one of the people he loved most and ripped the other one away. How he though as he rolled up Harry's paper could the most perfect plan go so wrong?
A/N-Okay what do you think? I had this sudden inspiration and I just started writing it and this is what it turned out as. I know this is my first story in ages but I've been really busy and well yeah. I have been writing though just not uploading them. Oh yeah I'm taking a break from the elements. I dunno how I should continue it anyway I'm getting way off track here so one more thing if your still crazy enough to be reading umm what was it oh yeah please review even if its just to flame me. Although if it is to flame me make it constructive I want constructive flames so I can get better