Author's Notes: Here's the first chorus! This chapter spans from about Christmas time to after Easter in HPatDH. I just had a midterm today...so happy to have more time now to write! My online posting of this story has almost caught up to where I am in terms of writing it, so hopefully now that I have more time I can finish writing this one. I also plan to continue my In-Progress spin-off fanfiction "My Sassy Witch," so I am looking forward to this! Hope you guys are enjoying this! Still no reviews... ::: sniff ::: but I hope people are reading! Thanks a lot! ) -Jessica
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter by JK Rowling nor the song 1000 Words by Jade from Sweetbox for the Square Enix RPG Final Fantasy X-2. I love both the book and the song however...and my love for it is all MINE:)
And here we go, progressing into the chorus, where we shall meet angsty Severus, sad Albus, emotional Ron and Harry, and Remus and Tonks in looove...
One Thousand Words
[Chorus 1Though a thousand words
have never been spoken,
they'll fly to you;
crossing over the time and distance holding you,
suspended on silver wings.
And a thousand words,
one thousand embraces
will cradle you;
making all of the pain you feel seem far away.
They'll hold you forever.
oooXoooXooo
"I know you are angry with me, my boy."
"Save your speeches for someone fool enough to believe it," Severus snarled, still refusing to turn his chair to face the large portrait hanging behind him. "I do not forget the lies and betrayals you've committed to use me.
The man in the portrait gazed sadly down at the tormented man in his old chair, his eyes lacking its usual twinkle. "I would think that you, of all people, Severus, should not be so narrow-minded to see the world in only black and white."
"Now you will try to convolute the facts to fool me into trusting you again?" Severus pounded his fist on the desk angrily. "The times when I would follow your orders blindly are over, Dumbledore!"
Albus remained calm, despite the other man's outburst. "I know your heart and soul, Severus Tobias Snape." Severus twitched in hearing his name. "Despite the facade you shield yourself so desperately with, I know you are a good man, and you will not abandon Lily's child no matter how much you claim to despise him."
Severus sprang up from his chair, "I tire of your psychoanalytical ploys, old man!" He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, gulping and shaking in emoton. "You don't know; no words can make you even BEGIN to comprehend how far down the depths of hell I've-"
Though a thousand words
"My boy, I know!" Albus cried, wringing his hands helplessly. "Look at me, Severus, do you think it has been easy for me to send you down the path of darkness and back over and over again all these years?" A tear rolled down his cheek. He threw his arms out imploringly to the broken man who still refused to meet his eyes.
"Headmaster!" Phineas Nigellus came panting into his portrait. "They are camping in the Forest of Dean!"
Severus nodded curtly and raised to eyes to look at Albus.
Have never been spoken
"I have a plan…"
As the last of Severus' cloak disappeared and the door slammed shut, Phineas inspected his fingers lazily, and glanced over at Albus' portrait. "You know, Dumbledore, as fond as I am of Headmaster Snape…he IS, after all, the first Headmaster who hailed from my house after myself, of course…even I must say he certainly is a queer man."
"No," Albus murmured, staring at the door as if he could see Severus striding away beyond it. "He is a braver and greater man anyone could ever hope to meet."
"Now see, that there in itself is the problem!" Phineas' wheezy voice rose to a huff. "We Slytherins have always prided ourselves in our brilliance and ambition to rise to do all in our power to help ourselves! Given the chance, we ALWAYS put ourselves first!" He shook his head in bewilderment. "But the Headmaster seems as unlike any Slytherin that I've ever set eyes on!"
"Yes," Albus said, with a soft smile. "Phineas, I do believe you are right. I've always thought perhaps we Sorted too early…"
Phineas gave a dramatic and exasperated sigh and disappeared from his portrait.
Albus gazed out into his empty office. "Or rather, why do we even Sort at all?"
oooXoooXooo
A little girl's wavy red hair fluttered wildly about her ecstatic face as she flew through the air off the swing in her local park. Her eyes shone with wonder and exhilaration as her flight reached the height of its arch and she floated there for just too long…
He closed his eyes, remembering the first day he spoke to her as if it were happening right at this moment.
Her voice rang out like music as she shrieked in nervous excitement as she soared gracefully high above the playground; she looked so much like an angel…
They'll fly to you
"Expecto Patronum!" Severus heart weighed heavily in his chest as he watched her take form, landing blithely onto the grassy ground. She looked up into his dampened face serenely, before turning and flying away...much too soon.
Crossing over the time and distance holding you
He watched her haze of silver light disappear deep into the woods, and the sorrowful feeling of longing choked in his throat. You were the only one who ever understood me, Lily. Severus sank down onto his knees. I'd rather I were dead than you. He heard footsteps, and quickly Disapparated, longing to take one last look at his silver doe. Were it that I could fly with her, away from this cold and lonely world.
Suspended on silver wings
If only I, too,so insubstantial and ephemeral as a patronus, could take flight in a blaze of blinding light and fly to where you are.
oooXoooXooo
He punched his pillow, unable to fall back asleep. If he hadn't been such a prat, he could be pouncing on Harry now, shaking him awake and demanding his Christmas present…or the other way around, or maybe Hermione would be the first to wake, and she could be prying his covers off right now…no, these thoughts would not make him feel any better.
And a thousand words
Useless. That's what you are, useless, worthless, scum…he cursed himself. He turned on the radio to end the deafening accusing silence in the room. Why am I always the one who loses control of my emotions? Why do always I take out my stupid jealousies like some insensitive prick-over and over again? He's my best mate…and now I see what I am: I'm just another jealous bloke. I'm sorry. There isn't anything I wouldn't do to go back.
One thousand confessions
"I've come back. If, you know…you still want me."
Will cradle you
You're not in this alone, mate. I was a prat and I made you feel like this burden was all on you, but now I know I was wrong. It's on all of us, mate, it's on me; this is where I belong and there's nowhere else I'd sooner be.
Making all of the pain you feel seem far away
End it, Ron. Stab it, you can do it.
A strangled sob exploded from his throat as he mustered every last ounce of strength left in him to bring the sword crashing down through those sinister eyes.
Harry reached out one hand tentatively to his best mate's shoulder. Trying to ignore the tears that swam from Ron's pained blue eyes, he searched for the words to convey the truth, and hoped with all his heart that Ron would trust him, just as Harry trusted Ron.
They'll hold you forever
Nymphadora closed her eyes and smiled blithely, leaning her back against Remus. Placing one hand upon her belly, Remus stroked her bristly pink hair with the other in a slow rhythmic pace. Their small house was warm from the fireplace, sequestered away from the piercing winter snow outside. She curled up in the armchair and sighed into the warmth he left behind after he got up to fetch mugs of Christmas cider.
oooXoooXooo