Title: Shadow
Author: --Starbuck--
Rating: PG13
Summary: Someone from Snape's past is the new DaDa teacher...PLEASE READ! It's not that horrible...
Genre: Drama/Romance
The next day was the first day of classes. Snape got up grumpily and dressed in his black robes like he did every day. He hid is wand in his robe, if he got a chance he was going to get Professor Sistare back for his hair (which he had managed to fix after he had repaired his mirror).
In the Great Hall, there was no sign of Laszla Sistare, so he sat down to eat his breakfast. Then, to his chagrin, she walked in and sat down beside him.
"There's no shortage of chairs in here, Sistare," he said icily.
"I'm well aware, Severus."
"Snape, Sistare. Snape."
"Fine. Snape then."
"Why do you assume you're on a first name basis with me?" He asked coldly.
"I thought after all--"
"Never mind!" He snapped, picking up his fork and gripping it too tight. He didn't need all that right now...
He glared out into the mass of students, and saw Harry Potter staring up at him. He put on his special look of loathing and Harry turned away and resumed talking to his friends.
He ate quickly, and then stood up, almost knocking his chair over, and practically ran to the Potions dungeon, leaving a glaring Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher behind him.
Severus--
No, don't say anything...I'm leaving, that's it.
I want to be able to see you again, though, and--
You will. I promise. You will.
Severus...
Snape slammed the door behind him and glanced at the schedule, clearing his mind of all thoughts of Laszla. Gryffindor and Slytherin, double Potions. His lips turned upward in an evil smile.
Soon, students began quietly filing into the classroom. Harry, Hermione, and Ron took their usual seats in the back of the classroom, Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe, and Gregory Goyle took their usual seats in front of Harry, Hermione, and Ron. It was their fifth year, and only two more years after this...
==XxXxX==
Snape decided to avoid the Great Hall for lunch, he would just wait and get something later. But as he was about to enter his office, he saw that someone else was deciding to wait until later.
"What are you doing down here?" He asked with a nasty tone.
"I have as much right to be down here during lunch as you do, Severus," Laszla replied coldly.
Snape couldn't think of a reply to this, it seemed to be too final. He swept off down the hall to his room.
Laszla stood there for a moment, and then hurried after him.
"Severus!"
He stood and whirled around to face her, an angry expression on his face. Many people would have run away as fast as they could, but this did not seem to faze Laszla.
"What is it?" He hissed at her. "Why can't you just accept it? It's over--"
"You're the one who left," she said, taking a step forward so her face was an inch away from Snape's. "You're the one who left off to serve your Lord Voldemort and left me to have my family torn apart by your 'master'," she said the last word with a hint of sarcasm through her anger. "I bet you were with all those damned Death Eaters too, weren't you? Blowing up buildings and all that, thought it was all good fun--"
"I didn't have anything to do with that!"
"I can't believe that, Severus. But even if you didn't, even if you were on the other side of the world, you didn't do anything to stop it, did you?" Her voice was rising now.
"I couldn't have done anything about it! That was at the height of his powers--"
"--When you and your Death Eater friends were treated like royalty, free to kill anyone, you probably ended up killing your own parents, you didn't notice, it was all a game to you. Forty Galleons if you blow up the child! Eighty if you get the whole house! Didn't care about all the people *in* those houses, did you? Didn't care if you cursed the whole world, you had *Voldemort*, *Voldemort* would always be there, always give you more gold than you could handle, that power--"
"Shut up," Snape whispered, listening to the footsteps coming towards his office.
"Professor Sistare?" A meek voice called into the room next to the one they were in. Hearing no answer, the student walked back up the stairs.
"Look, Laszla, I didn't do anything. I didn't kill your family, I was never anywhere near you."
"How would you know? You left right after you got out of Hogwarts, you said your 'Goodbye' after we got off the train and then you Disapparated right on the spot, you didn't care what happened to me, didn't ask where I was going, or what I was planning to do with what life I had!"
Snape didn't say anything. There was a very awkward silence.
"If you feel that way, Professor Sistare, then excuse me, I have a class to prepare." They were perhaps the coldest words that every came out of his mouth, every syllabyl dripping indifference, hatred, and deep down, sadness, although his expression didn't show it, his eyes did.
Then Laszla Sistare did something no one else had dared to do, and slapped Snape across the face.
"Go to hell, Professor Snape," she said just as icily has he did, and stormed out of his office, black robes billowing behind her.
Snape stood there, stunned, and raised his hand to where hers and struck him.
==XxXxX==
Should I continue? Or not?
Author: --Starbuck--
Rating: PG13
Summary: Someone from Snape's past is the new DaDa teacher...PLEASE READ! It's not that horrible...
Genre: Drama/Romance
The next day was the first day of classes. Snape got up grumpily and dressed in his black robes like he did every day. He hid is wand in his robe, if he got a chance he was going to get Professor Sistare back for his hair (which he had managed to fix after he had repaired his mirror).
In the Great Hall, there was no sign of Laszla Sistare, so he sat down to eat his breakfast. Then, to his chagrin, she walked in and sat down beside him.
"There's no shortage of chairs in here, Sistare," he said icily.
"I'm well aware, Severus."
"Snape, Sistare. Snape."
"Fine. Snape then."
"Why do you assume you're on a first name basis with me?" He asked coldly.
"I thought after all--"
"Never mind!" He snapped, picking up his fork and gripping it too tight. He didn't need all that right now...
He glared out into the mass of students, and saw Harry Potter staring up at him. He put on his special look of loathing and Harry turned away and resumed talking to his friends.
He ate quickly, and then stood up, almost knocking his chair over, and practically ran to the Potions dungeon, leaving a glaring Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher behind him.
Severus--
No, don't say anything...I'm leaving, that's it.
I want to be able to see you again, though, and--
You will. I promise. You will.
Severus...
Snape slammed the door behind him and glanced at the schedule, clearing his mind of all thoughts of Laszla. Gryffindor and Slytherin, double Potions. His lips turned upward in an evil smile.
Soon, students began quietly filing into the classroom. Harry, Hermione, and Ron took their usual seats in the back of the classroom, Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe, and Gregory Goyle took their usual seats in front of Harry, Hermione, and Ron. It was their fifth year, and only two more years after this...
==XxXxX==
Snape decided to avoid the Great Hall for lunch, he would just wait and get something later. But as he was about to enter his office, he saw that someone else was deciding to wait until later.
"What are you doing down here?" He asked with a nasty tone.
"I have as much right to be down here during lunch as you do, Severus," Laszla replied coldly.
Snape couldn't think of a reply to this, it seemed to be too final. He swept off down the hall to his room.
Laszla stood there for a moment, and then hurried after him.
"Severus!"
He stood and whirled around to face her, an angry expression on his face. Many people would have run away as fast as they could, but this did not seem to faze Laszla.
"What is it?" He hissed at her. "Why can't you just accept it? It's over--"
"You're the one who left," she said, taking a step forward so her face was an inch away from Snape's. "You're the one who left off to serve your Lord Voldemort and left me to have my family torn apart by your 'master'," she said the last word with a hint of sarcasm through her anger. "I bet you were with all those damned Death Eaters too, weren't you? Blowing up buildings and all that, thought it was all good fun--"
"I didn't have anything to do with that!"
"I can't believe that, Severus. But even if you didn't, even if you were on the other side of the world, you didn't do anything to stop it, did you?" Her voice was rising now.
"I couldn't have done anything about it! That was at the height of his powers--"
"--When you and your Death Eater friends were treated like royalty, free to kill anyone, you probably ended up killing your own parents, you didn't notice, it was all a game to you. Forty Galleons if you blow up the child! Eighty if you get the whole house! Didn't care about all the people *in* those houses, did you? Didn't care if you cursed the whole world, you had *Voldemort*, *Voldemort* would always be there, always give you more gold than you could handle, that power--"
"Shut up," Snape whispered, listening to the footsteps coming towards his office.
"Professor Sistare?" A meek voice called into the room next to the one they were in. Hearing no answer, the student walked back up the stairs.
"Look, Laszla, I didn't do anything. I didn't kill your family, I was never anywhere near you."
"How would you know? You left right after you got out of Hogwarts, you said your 'Goodbye' after we got off the train and then you Disapparated right on the spot, you didn't care what happened to me, didn't ask where I was going, or what I was planning to do with what life I had!"
Snape didn't say anything. There was a very awkward silence.
"If you feel that way, Professor Sistare, then excuse me, I have a class to prepare." They were perhaps the coldest words that every came out of his mouth, every syllabyl dripping indifference, hatred, and deep down, sadness, although his expression didn't show it, his eyes did.
Then Laszla Sistare did something no one else had dared to do, and slapped Snape across the face.
"Go to hell, Professor Snape," she said just as icily has he did, and stormed out of his office, black robes billowing behind her.
Snape stood there, stunned, and raised his hand to where hers and struck him.
==XxXxX==
Should I continue? Or not?
