The Essence of Decision.
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Summary: Severus Snape faces a shattering change of perception. What is the solution when faced with the awful reality of what was once believed just?
Disclaimer: I lay no claim to any of the Characters herein, the property of JK Rowling (et al.) I make no money from anything here. It is purely for personal entertainment.
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1.
Severus Snape and a large pack of Death Eaters crept towards their target in the early hours of the morning. Their dark hooded figures moving swiftly through the moors to the boundaries of a large impressive house.
Snape was finding difficulty in retaining his usual coldly calculating stream of thoughts. His characteristic efficiency which had served him well in promotion through the ranks of the Dark Lord's forces was as much under siege as the building ahead of them.
Every attempt to remove these insecurities from his mind proved only to enable them to return with an ever-increasing grip.
This could not happen, he could not show weakness on this mission. He knew from experience that he had to be alert against his fellow death eaters as much if not more so than the enemy they would face tonight. Why was this happening now? He berated himself. It was not as if this mission was a new occurrence. Surly, if he were truly doubting his vocation, revelation would have been immediate and not some twelve months after pledging his allegiance.
He didn't know when exactly the doubts had started...could it have been on the first mission that ended in the deaths of two half-bloods and with it the frosty image of their lifeless faces surrounded by blood. Such a contrast to the screams and pleading which had battered his ears only moments earlier?
Surely not, otherwise why would he have continued serving his Master in these gruesome tasks- tasks in which his fellow death eaters seem to exult in. In which he believed he did too-they were the goal of every potential servant of Lord Voldemort. No one, not even idiots such as Goyle could fail to understand the reality of the pureblood cause. And yet why did such images continue to tap at his mind like a crazed humming bird?
Could it have possibly been when he first personally used the Cruciatus curse on one of his victims, the imperious curse...Avada Kedavra?
No. There wasn't any unitary moment in which he understood the wrongness of his actions-his mistake. No, this was much worse. This gradual awareness which caused guilt to creep within him like a snake until it become almost tangible in its attack. No, the pinnacle if there had been any was the night he, the young fool, had gained the Dark Mark and pledged his loyalty to the Dark Lord- the point of no return.
With his mind in such a such a state of turmoil and altered perception he stepped across the boundary of the ministry official's home...
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Note: This is my variation upon a common theme. Would love any comments although I am not proclaiming even minimal literary expertise. This is merely an attempt at setting down one of many thoughts regarding the Harry Potter world.
Review if you wish, or by email to serpensortia00@hotmail.com
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Summary: Severus Snape faces a shattering change of perception. What is the solution when faced with the awful reality of what was once believed just?
Disclaimer: I lay no claim to any of the Characters herein, the property of JK Rowling (et al.) I make no money from anything here. It is purely for personal entertainment.
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1.
Severus Snape and a large pack of Death Eaters crept towards their target in the early hours of the morning. Their dark hooded figures moving swiftly through the moors to the boundaries of a large impressive house.
Snape was finding difficulty in retaining his usual coldly calculating stream of thoughts. His characteristic efficiency which had served him well in promotion through the ranks of the Dark Lord's forces was as much under siege as the building ahead of them.
Every attempt to remove these insecurities from his mind proved only to enable them to return with an ever-increasing grip.
This could not happen, he could not show weakness on this mission. He knew from experience that he had to be alert against his fellow death eaters as much if not more so than the enemy they would face tonight. Why was this happening now? He berated himself. It was not as if this mission was a new occurrence. Surly, if he were truly doubting his vocation, revelation would have been immediate and not some twelve months after pledging his allegiance.
He didn't know when exactly the doubts had started...could it have been on the first mission that ended in the deaths of two half-bloods and with it the frosty image of their lifeless faces surrounded by blood. Such a contrast to the screams and pleading which had battered his ears only moments earlier?
Surely not, otherwise why would he have continued serving his Master in these gruesome tasks- tasks in which his fellow death eaters seem to exult in. In which he believed he did too-they were the goal of every potential servant of Lord Voldemort. No one, not even idiots such as Goyle could fail to understand the reality of the pureblood cause. And yet why did such images continue to tap at his mind like a crazed humming bird?
Could it have possibly been when he first personally used the Cruciatus curse on one of his victims, the imperious curse...Avada Kedavra?
No. There wasn't any unitary moment in which he understood the wrongness of his actions-his mistake. No, this was much worse. This gradual awareness which caused guilt to creep within him like a snake until it become almost tangible in its attack. No, the pinnacle if there had been any was the night he, the young fool, had gained the Dark Mark and pledged his loyalty to the Dark Lord- the point of no return.
With his mind in such a such a state of turmoil and altered perception he stepped across the boundary of the ministry official's home...
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Note: This is my variation upon a common theme. Would love any comments although I am not proclaiming even minimal literary expertise. This is merely an attempt at setting down one of many thoughts regarding the Harry Potter world.
Review if you wish, or by email to serpensortia00@hotmail.com