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!
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The next morning at dawn, Snape woke up like always. It was the first day of the term. Nothing different.
He dressed silently in his black robes. Again, nothing different. Nothing to be concerned about, except remembering to take off points every chance he could. It would be an ordinary school year, as ordinary as it ever was at Hogwarts.
The sun rays were beginning to seep through the window. Snape hated those rays. They always stretched out too far into areas that he wanted to leave behind him, touched him too slightly to mean anything and then later too strongly to forget about it.
Then he remembered Stella Wolfsbane.
He had never completely forgot about her. Yes, he tried. But he couldn't.
He remembered her as a first year. When she was sorted into Slytherin along with him. She was as innocent as Slytherins come. But she had a strong mind. She was so strong in every way possible. But when she met Severus Snape, her strength became for him...He shook his head. He regretted that. He could have saved her from hell. Why didn't he? Why did he make her strong mind diminish, so that all she did was follow him to the flames which would scar the both of them for life?
He shook away the memories of their seventh year that were beginning to flood his mind. She declared that she would follow him anywhere. What kind of influence did someone have to change someone like that? He hung his head. What a fool he had been, what a damned fool he was...
She was right. He had it too. She could locate it perfectly when he hid it under his robes. They had the Dark Mark burned onto their arms together. They became servants of Voldemort together. They left together. Then they left each other.
Snape was surprised when he reached the staff table. He didn't notice that he had left his room, slammed the door angrily, and walked up all the stairs. He absently ate some toast, thinking that if he accidentally swallowed some poison he could end all this before it started. He threw down the crust and glared at some nervous Hufflepuff first years, who must have thought that the only way they could ever find the Great Hall on time was to get up two hours before class started.
He stood up, sighing. It would be an ordinary school year. Ordinarily stupid students.
He stormed out of the hall, for the effect of fear. He was slightly pleased to notice the frightened shriek of one of the Hufflepuff girls.
When he had just reached the stairs, he collided with a dark figure, which screamed as they tumbled down the stone steps. When they reached the bottom, they both froze, having gotten the breath knocked out of them. Then the figure he had ran into shoved him off her and stood up.
"Sorry," Snape mumbled to Stella, also standing up.
"Nice seeing you, Snape," she said coldly.
"Yeah, good morning to you too," he snapped. Then he watched her retreating back as she almost ran up the staircase again.
He walked slowly to his classroom.
This was not going to be an ordinary school year.
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Whatchya think?
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==
The next morning at dawn, Snape woke up like always. It was the first day of the term. Nothing different.
He dressed silently in his black robes. Again, nothing different. Nothing to be concerned about, except remembering to take off points every chance he could. It would be an ordinary school year, as ordinary as it ever was at Hogwarts.
The sun rays were beginning to seep through the window. Snape hated those rays. They always stretched out too far into areas that he wanted to leave behind him, touched him too slightly to mean anything and then later too strongly to forget about it.
Then he remembered Stella Wolfsbane.
He had never completely forgot about her. Yes, he tried. But he couldn't.
He remembered her as a first year. When she was sorted into Slytherin along with him. She was as innocent as Slytherins come. But she had a strong mind. She was so strong in every way possible. But when she met Severus Snape, her strength became for him...He shook his head. He regretted that. He could have saved her from hell. Why didn't he? Why did he make her strong mind diminish, so that all she did was follow him to the flames which would scar the both of them for life?
He shook away the memories of their seventh year that were beginning to flood his mind. She declared that she would follow him anywhere. What kind of influence did someone have to change someone like that? He hung his head. What a fool he had been, what a damned fool he was...
She was right. He had it too. She could locate it perfectly when he hid it under his robes. They had the Dark Mark burned onto their arms together. They became servants of Voldemort together. They left together. Then they left each other.
Snape was surprised when he reached the staff table. He didn't notice that he had left his room, slammed the door angrily, and walked up all the stairs. He absently ate some toast, thinking that if he accidentally swallowed some poison he could end all this before it started. He threw down the crust and glared at some nervous Hufflepuff first years, who must have thought that the only way they could ever find the Great Hall on time was to get up two hours before class started.
He stood up, sighing. It would be an ordinary school year. Ordinarily stupid students.
He stormed out of the hall, for the effect of fear. He was slightly pleased to notice the frightened shriek of one of the Hufflepuff girls.
When he had just reached the stairs, he collided with a dark figure, which screamed as they tumbled down the stone steps. When they reached the bottom, they both froze, having gotten the breath knocked out of them. Then the figure he had ran into shoved him off her and stood up.
"Sorry," Snape mumbled to Stella, also standing up.
"Nice seeing you, Snape," she said coldly.
"Yeah, good morning to you too," he snapped. Then he watched her retreating back as she almost ran up the staircase again.
He walked slowly to his classroom.
This was not going to be an ordinary school year.
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Whatchya think?
