Title: The End
Author: XxStarbuckxX
Summary: Ok, I changed the title. I couldn't think of one that was really appropriate for the story. *shrug* It's the revised version of "The Return."
Rating: PG13
Genre: Romance/Angst, mostly. But there's the kinda A/A thing too. ^_^
A/N: Thanks everybody who read The Return. I'm revising it, so hopefully I'll have more chapters and they'll be longer and stuff. BTW--I LIVE FOR FEEDBACK!
==XxXxX==
First day of a new year at Hogwarts. A tall, slim figure was storming down the dungeons, robes billowing behind. This figure was a woman, who walked with an air of anger. Her step showed that she was impatient, if you could note these things in the dark of the dungeons. She could. She had long, brown hair and dark, deep, fathomless brown eyes. These eyes were the last things that many of the innocent saw before entering their afterlife.
Here was a woman who had made one of the worst decisions of a lifetime, while blindly in love, without a thought for any consequences. A woman who had followed a man to hell and returned back, which few could say they had done. A woman who made it into the pits of hell, where the dregs of society lay, and had returned. She had met the end and the darkness.
Stella Wolfsbane had returned to Hogwarts.
==XxXxX==
Severus Snape sat beside Professor McGonagall at the staff table in the Great Hall. The other seat beside him was empty. He was very surprised indeed that no one else seemed to know who the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was. Or maybe Dumbledore had just "forgot" to mention it. She hadn't showed up for any of the staff meetings at all.
And now she was late for the feast. He scoffed at this. He didn't know her name--all he knew was that this teacher was a woman--and he hated her already.
Snape glared through the Sorting, smiling grimly at the new additions to his House. He enjoyed the fearful glances in his direction from the first years.
When the Sorting was finally finished, Dumbledore silenced the Great Hall. He never had to put forth much effort in this. Snape didn't either; but Dumbledore wasn't the most feared teacher at Hogwarts.
"Welcome! Welcome to another year at Hogwarts! Before the feast begins, I have an important announcement to make--"
As though on cue, even though it was by chance and total accident, the doors that Snape usually entered from flung open. Everyone seemed to be holding their breath, except Snape, who was glaring and smirking, and Dumbledore, who was smiling warmly.
"I would like to introduce," Dumbledore continued after the brief pause, not missing a beat, "our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Wolfsbane."
Snape's glare and smirk disappeared. If his reflexes hadn't been temporarily cut off, his jaw would have dropped. Stella Wolfsbane had just strode into the Great Hall, wearing an expression similar to the that students were so accustomed to see on Snape's face.
She took the seat beside Snape, but didn't even turn her head to look at him, acting is if they had never met and she wasn't keen on introducing herself. Snape quickly regained his composure and turned back to the mass of black that was the student body of Hogwarts. There was a small scatter of applause. Snape was not among that minority.
==XxXxX==
Snape was grateful when Dumbledore announced the end of the feast. He soon grew sick of the furtive glances from Potter, or the almost admiring smirks from Malfoy. He detested them both.
He was the first teacher to leave the staff table, soon followed (to his annoyance) by Stella Wolfsbane. He waited for her, and then put on a scowl.
"So you have finally decided where your loyalties lie?" He asked coldly. She stopped in the corridor, and he turned to face her idly.
"Don't talk to me about loyalty," she hissed at him, angrier than he had ever seen her. "You have it too." She reached over and grabbed his arm, gripping it hard exactly where the Dark Mark had been burned onto it. Snape didn't snatch his arm away.
She let go roughly, and pushed him into the stone wall. "Besides, I only followed," she whispered icily. Then she went into her dungeon room, the only one that was available, and slammed the door behind her.
Snape stood up straight, but then leaned back against the cold wall of the dungeon. What was she doing here?
'But then,' a nasty little voice in his head replied, 'what are YOU doing here?'
==XxXxX==
Better than the old one? Be honest, please!! I WOULD LOVE FEEDBACK BEFORE I GET TOO FAR ON TO CORRECT IT AND ALL.
THANK YOU.
;)
XxStarbuckxX
Author: XxStarbuckxX
Summary: Ok, I changed the title. I couldn't think of one that was really appropriate for the story. *shrug* It's the revised version of "The Return."
Rating: PG13
Genre: Romance/Angst, mostly. But there's the kinda A/A thing too. ^_^
A/N: Thanks everybody who read The Return. I'm revising it, so hopefully I'll have more chapters and they'll be longer and stuff. BTW--I LIVE FOR FEEDBACK!
==XxXxX==
First day of a new year at Hogwarts. A tall, slim figure was storming down the dungeons, robes billowing behind. This figure was a woman, who walked with an air of anger. Her step showed that she was impatient, if you could note these things in the dark of the dungeons. She could. She had long, brown hair and dark, deep, fathomless brown eyes. These eyes were the last things that many of the innocent saw before entering their afterlife.
Here was a woman who had made one of the worst decisions of a lifetime, while blindly in love, without a thought for any consequences. A woman who had followed a man to hell and returned back, which few could say they had done. A woman who made it into the pits of hell, where the dregs of society lay, and had returned. She had met the end and the darkness.
Stella Wolfsbane had returned to Hogwarts.
==XxXxX==
Severus Snape sat beside Professor McGonagall at the staff table in the Great Hall. The other seat beside him was empty. He was very surprised indeed that no one else seemed to know who the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was. Or maybe Dumbledore had just "forgot" to mention it. She hadn't showed up for any of the staff meetings at all.
And now she was late for the feast. He scoffed at this. He didn't know her name--all he knew was that this teacher was a woman--and he hated her already.
Snape glared through the Sorting, smiling grimly at the new additions to his House. He enjoyed the fearful glances in his direction from the first years.
When the Sorting was finally finished, Dumbledore silenced the Great Hall. He never had to put forth much effort in this. Snape didn't either; but Dumbledore wasn't the most feared teacher at Hogwarts.
"Welcome! Welcome to another year at Hogwarts! Before the feast begins, I have an important announcement to make--"
As though on cue, even though it was by chance and total accident, the doors that Snape usually entered from flung open. Everyone seemed to be holding their breath, except Snape, who was glaring and smirking, and Dumbledore, who was smiling warmly.
"I would like to introduce," Dumbledore continued after the brief pause, not missing a beat, "our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Wolfsbane."
Snape's glare and smirk disappeared. If his reflexes hadn't been temporarily cut off, his jaw would have dropped. Stella Wolfsbane had just strode into the Great Hall, wearing an expression similar to the that students were so accustomed to see on Snape's face.
She took the seat beside Snape, but didn't even turn her head to look at him, acting is if they had never met and she wasn't keen on introducing herself. Snape quickly regained his composure and turned back to the mass of black that was the student body of Hogwarts. There was a small scatter of applause. Snape was not among that minority.
==XxXxX==
Snape was grateful when Dumbledore announced the end of the feast. He soon grew sick of the furtive glances from Potter, or the almost admiring smirks from Malfoy. He detested them both.
He was the first teacher to leave the staff table, soon followed (to his annoyance) by Stella Wolfsbane. He waited for her, and then put on a scowl.
"So you have finally decided where your loyalties lie?" He asked coldly. She stopped in the corridor, and he turned to face her idly.
"Don't talk to me about loyalty," she hissed at him, angrier than he had ever seen her. "You have it too." She reached over and grabbed his arm, gripping it hard exactly where the Dark Mark had been burned onto it. Snape didn't snatch his arm away.
She let go roughly, and pushed him into the stone wall. "Besides, I only followed," she whispered icily. Then she went into her dungeon room, the only one that was available, and slammed the door behind her.
Snape stood up straight, but then leaned back against the cold wall of the dungeon. What was she doing here?
'But then,' a nasty little voice in his head replied, 'what are YOU doing here?'
==XxXxX==
Better than the old one? Be honest, please!! I WOULD LOVE FEEDBACK BEFORE I GET TOO FAR ON TO CORRECT IT AND ALL.
THANK YOU.
;)
XxStarbuckxX