Ok I know what ya'll are thinking, another Severus Snape story... But this one you might just like. I've discovered a soft spot for him and .... meh its really easy to write with him... It's my little brand of, well... my stories! hehehe... Well do enjoy!!
Witch Hunt
"Severus.... Serverus please help me!" Called a voice. 16 year old Severus crouched down so as not to be seen.
"Severus, they're hurting me, Severus please help me!" the voive pleaded.
"Get out of my head, GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" Severus yelled as he tried to cover his ears.
"You have to help me Severus. Please before its to late."
But Severus knew it was to late, to late to save her, to late to save the others, when would it end? Why was it happening?
"STOP, Just STOP!" he yelled again trying to shut the horrible image out, the image of a witch on fire.
Why was he having these images? How did she know his name? He knew this haden't happened when he was alive, why was he picturing it crystle clear?
"Stop, please stop," Severus sobbed as tears rolled down his cheeks.
"Severus I need your help," she called again.
Severus awoke with a start, covered in sweat. He rubbed his eyes and pinched himself to makesure he was a wake.
"Ow," he muttered thankfully, knowing he was really awake.
"Severus, are you ok?" A voice called out from the darkness. Severus took a deep breath to calm himself.
"Yeah, I'm fine, mind your own business," Severus called a little to harshly.
Soon he heard the boy fall back to sleep and got up out of his bed and slowley crept down to the Slytherin common room. No on was awake at this time of night and Severus poked the dying embers of the fire with a stick that lay next to the fire.
He sat down in one of the over stuffed chairs and began to think.
'What the hell is going on?' he asked himself trying to understand why he was having these images so vividly when he know for a fact that he hadn't seen anything of the like in his life.
He placed his head in heis hands trying to sort out every thing going on in his head. Hell, he didn't even know the girl that was calling out his name... or did he?
He tried to picture her now, she had long honey blond hair. But that was all he could remember, for now that the dream was gone, he couldn't see anything from it very clearly.
'What's going on?' he asked himself trying to think. Who was she? How did she know his name? What did she want from him? What was happening to her? The questions swam around his head as he tried to think of answers to even just one of them. But he couldn't, not a logical answer anyways. Before long Severus fell asleep in the chair, unknowing of what he was going to see.
Before long Severus was in the perfect dreaming state and it wasn't long before he heard her cries again.
"Severus, please you have to help me!" the girls voice called out, he could hear the fear in her voice. Severus stood up to look at her better and see if he had ever seen her in his life.
Long honey blond hair framed a heart shaped face. He couldn't make out her eye colour, it was to dark.
"Please Severus, please!" she called out. suddenly her face turned white and she called for him again, he knew he heard fear that time. Severus looked in the direction she had looked and saw a man holding a torch, followed by others. Severus looked back at the girl and noticed for the first time the hay that was piled at her feet, and noticed too, that her arms were behind her back, probably tied to the stake he could see rising up from behind her.
"Severus please help me!" her voice rang out, full of fear.
"Quiet you," the man with the torch said.
"Susannah Snape, you have been accused of Witch Craft, tonight you burn for your unholy sins. If you beg The Lord for mercy, you will recive it and your death will be a quick and painless one, if not may you burn in the firey pits of Hell," the man said. Severus looked at his clothing and robes and thought he was probably the minister.
Susannah spat at the minister, and the crowd booed as Severus thought about his ancestors trying to remember a Susannah, but couldn't.
"Burn in Hell you spawn of Satan!" cried a woman from the crowd.
Susannah held her head up high as the torch was brought lower to the hay.
"NOOOOO!" the scream tore from Severus' mouth as the hay was lit.
"Severus, wake up!" called a voice from outside his dream, he could feel that he was being shaked.
"Severus, come on wake up!" the voice called again.
The girl, the fire and the crowd vanished as Severus awoke with a start.
DumDumDUM!!! Oh No! It's a cliffy!! What's going to happen?? More comming soon!!!
Disclaimer: The writine goddess J.K.R owns every thing Harry Potter. I do own this story, and Susannah Snape, but the name Snape belongs to J.K.R in the first place...
©Haruko Blue
Witch Hunt
"Severus.... Serverus please help me!" Called a voice. 16 year old Severus crouched down so as not to be seen.
"Severus, they're hurting me, Severus please help me!" the voive pleaded.
"Get out of my head, GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" Severus yelled as he tried to cover his ears.
"You have to help me Severus. Please before its to late."
But Severus knew it was to late, to late to save her, to late to save the others, when would it end? Why was it happening?
"STOP, Just STOP!" he yelled again trying to shut the horrible image out, the image of a witch on fire.
Why was he having these images? How did she know his name? He knew this haden't happened when he was alive, why was he picturing it crystle clear?
"Stop, please stop," Severus sobbed as tears rolled down his cheeks.
"Severus I need your help," she called again.
Severus awoke with a start, covered in sweat. He rubbed his eyes and pinched himself to makesure he was a wake.
"Ow," he muttered thankfully, knowing he was really awake.
"Severus, are you ok?" A voice called out from the darkness. Severus took a deep breath to calm himself.
"Yeah, I'm fine, mind your own business," Severus called a little to harshly.
Soon he heard the boy fall back to sleep and got up out of his bed and slowley crept down to the Slytherin common room. No on was awake at this time of night and Severus poked the dying embers of the fire with a stick that lay next to the fire.
He sat down in one of the over stuffed chairs and began to think.
'What the hell is going on?' he asked himself trying to understand why he was having these images so vividly when he know for a fact that he hadn't seen anything of the like in his life.
He placed his head in heis hands trying to sort out every thing going on in his head. Hell, he didn't even know the girl that was calling out his name... or did he?
He tried to picture her now, she had long honey blond hair. But that was all he could remember, for now that the dream was gone, he couldn't see anything from it very clearly.
'What's going on?' he asked himself trying to think. Who was she? How did she know his name? What did she want from him? What was happening to her? The questions swam around his head as he tried to think of answers to even just one of them. But he couldn't, not a logical answer anyways. Before long Severus fell asleep in the chair, unknowing of what he was going to see.
Before long Severus was in the perfect dreaming state and it wasn't long before he heard her cries again.
"Severus, please you have to help me!" the girls voice called out, he could hear the fear in her voice. Severus stood up to look at her better and see if he had ever seen her in his life.
Long honey blond hair framed a heart shaped face. He couldn't make out her eye colour, it was to dark.
"Please Severus, please!" she called out. suddenly her face turned white and she called for him again, he knew he heard fear that time. Severus looked in the direction she had looked and saw a man holding a torch, followed by others. Severus looked back at the girl and noticed for the first time the hay that was piled at her feet, and noticed too, that her arms were behind her back, probably tied to the stake he could see rising up from behind her.
"Severus please help me!" her voice rang out, full of fear.
"Quiet you," the man with the torch said.
"Susannah Snape, you have been accused of Witch Craft, tonight you burn for your unholy sins. If you beg The Lord for mercy, you will recive it and your death will be a quick and painless one, if not may you burn in the firey pits of Hell," the man said. Severus looked at his clothing and robes and thought he was probably the minister.
Susannah spat at the minister, and the crowd booed as Severus thought about his ancestors trying to remember a Susannah, but couldn't.
"Burn in Hell you spawn of Satan!" cried a woman from the crowd.
Susannah held her head up high as the torch was brought lower to the hay.
"NOOOOO!" the scream tore from Severus' mouth as the hay was lit.
"Severus, wake up!" called a voice from outside his dream, he could feel that he was being shaked.
"Severus, come on wake up!" the voice called again.
The girl, the fire and the crowd vanished as Severus awoke with a start.
DumDumDUM!!! Oh No! It's a cliffy!! What's going to happen?? More comming soon!!!
Disclaimer: The writine goddess J.K.R owns every thing Harry Potter. I do own this story, and Susannah Snape, but the name Snape belongs to J.K.R in the first place...
©Haruko Blue