Author's Note: Hello!!! I'm sorry this took so long for me to write, but
when I opened up the new document, I was like "what the fuck is gonna
happen now??!!"
I mean, can it GET any worse?? Poor, Severus, first the Quidditch game, then the fight with Potter, detention, saving Avalon, and then yippee dee fucking doo da, his FATHER killed his best friend's parents!
But I've finally figured it out! Sorry for the delay everyone, here is chapter 4 of my story about Snape and the person he loved before he became the bitter one he is today; Avalon Lambert.
By the way This, bla bla blaa… is supposed to show a person's thoughts.
4: ISOLATED
"Mr Snape."
Whatever thoughts should've been running through Severus that moment, didn't. They just didn't, because the vision of his father chained to that chair seemed so distant, too unbelievable. He didn't realise he had stopped breathing. Of course every sense of him told him that this wasn't just one of those terrifying nightmares he was used to waking up from, it was the ultimate ending of this little nightmare-weekend he was going through.
Severus wanted to scream, he wanted to stand up and scream at the top of his lungs, or else this would suffocate him and he would have a black out on the spot. Oh he wanted it so badly, to scream at the sight of his father's craggy face, at his hint of a smile in the corner of his lips as Fudge growled out his name, and the glint of self-satisfaction in his eyes.
But Severus didn't scream, he barely made himself take a shuddering breath. The world collapsed around him as he felt Avalon's hand, letting go of his, slipping away from him, trembling with fear, as if the murderer of her family was now sitting next to her.
They just kept staring; neither of them could take their eyes of the man at the centre. The rest of the trial didn't reach Severus' ears; he could only hear his own blood pounding. He didn't know if Avalon was listening, but she didn't move a muscle.
This moment seemed to go on for hours, which it probably did. As the men from the Ministry circled the prisoner, asking questions, laying up proofs, Severus didn't hear a thing. A instinct flew through his head, telling him maybe he should get up and run, but Severus was suddenly very afraid his father might seem him. What if he saw him, sitting in the back row, watching his father's trial? He couldn't even think of what would happen then.
A wooden hammer was hit against the table, and Severus suddenly snapped back in time to hear the words: …"for a lifetime in Azkaban." Severus' heart started beating so fast he thought he was going to burst any second. Suddenly the courtroom was filled with movement and noise. The Dementors unleashed Mr Snape from the chains and grabbed a steady hold of him before putting his hood back on. The prisoner was not supposed to see which ways he was taken. But first, he gazed at Severus' way. Severus turned and saw Avalon staring right back into his father's cold eyes, and then, when he turned back, Mr Snape caught eye of Severus, and as he actually saw who he was looking at, his face paled even more. And then his eyes were gone, hidden by the black hood as the Dementors dragged him out of the courtroom. The door slammed, and Severus would never see his father again.
Now he felt Avalon's eyes upon him. He dared to meat her gaze, prepared for hatred, anger and revulsion, but all he saw was sorrow, confusion and helplessness. She didn't know what to do, what to think, how to act. And Severus couldn't stand that look. Starting to shake violently, he tore his eyes from her and stormed out of the courtroom, he fled from all of it. This was more than he could take.
Severus stormed into the dormitory; the door almost broke as it flew open when he burst through it. I… I can't breath… He stumbled into the room and leaned against a small table next to window.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGHHH!!!" Severus grabbed a hold of the tray with his latest potion homework and threw it across the room in such a force the small bottles of blue and purple liquid plashed over the wall, leaving dripping stains. They seventeen year old boy stood dead still for a moment and watched the mess he had created, then let his head drop to his chest, the black hair falling in his face. And empty tears fell from his closed eyes, landed on the carpet, created a small wet stain , and then he fell to the floor, too weak to hold control of his body or his feelings.
Meanwhile, Avalon was standing outside the secret enter of the Slytherin common room, starting to get really desperate. She didn't know the password.
A N: Sorry I stopped here, it got a little short, but the next one I reckon will be looong. I've got a heated so called "discussion" coming up for Severus and Avalon.
Here are some of the lines that will come up in the next chapter, just to get you anxious to read it:
"*I* washed that blood from your face, *I* saw you fall asleep with bruises covering your entire body. Don't tell me I don't know!"
"I feel like and orphan!"
"I probably should break my wand, I guess it's a danger letting me have it!"
"Why are you doing this to me?!"
Oohh, stay up for the following chapter: COMPLEX
Hugs, Josefine
I mean, can it GET any worse?? Poor, Severus, first the Quidditch game, then the fight with Potter, detention, saving Avalon, and then yippee dee fucking doo da, his FATHER killed his best friend's parents!
But I've finally figured it out! Sorry for the delay everyone, here is chapter 4 of my story about Snape and the person he loved before he became the bitter one he is today; Avalon Lambert.
By the way This, bla bla blaa… is supposed to show a person's thoughts.
4: ISOLATED
"Mr Snape."
Whatever thoughts should've been running through Severus that moment, didn't. They just didn't, because the vision of his father chained to that chair seemed so distant, too unbelievable. He didn't realise he had stopped breathing. Of course every sense of him told him that this wasn't just one of those terrifying nightmares he was used to waking up from, it was the ultimate ending of this little nightmare-weekend he was going through.
Severus wanted to scream, he wanted to stand up and scream at the top of his lungs, or else this would suffocate him and he would have a black out on the spot. Oh he wanted it so badly, to scream at the sight of his father's craggy face, at his hint of a smile in the corner of his lips as Fudge growled out his name, and the glint of self-satisfaction in his eyes.
But Severus didn't scream, he barely made himself take a shuddering breath. The world collapsed around him as he felt Avalon's hand, letting go of his, slipping away from him, trembling with fear, as if the murderer of her family was now sitting next to her.
They just kept staring; neither of them could take their eyes of the man at the centre. The rest of the trial didn't reach Severus' ears; he could only hear his own blood pounding. He didn't know if Avalon was listening, but she didn't move a muscle.
This moment seemed to go on for hours, which it probably did. As the men from the Ministry circled the prisoner, asking questions, laying up proofs, Severus didn't hear a thing. A instinct flew through his head, telling him maybe he should get up and run, but Severus was suddenly very afraid his father might seem him. What if he saw him, sitting in the back row, watching his father's trial? He couldn't even think of what would happen then.
A wooden hammer was hit against the table, and Severus suddenly snapped back in time to hear the words: …"for a lifetime in Azkaban." Severus' heart started beating so fast he thought he was going to burst any second. Suddenly the courtroom was filled with movement and noise. The Dementors unleashed Mr Snape from the chains and grabbed a steady hold of him before putting his hood back on. The prisoner was not supposed to see which ways he was taken. But first, he gazed at Severus' way. Severus turned and saw Avalon staring right back into his father's cold eyes, and then, when he turned back, Mr Snape caught eye of Severus, and as he actually saw who he was looking at, his face paled even more. And then his eyes were gone, hidden by the black hood as the Dementors dragged him out of the courtroom. The door slammed, and Severus would never see his father again.
Now he felt Avalon's eyes upon him. He dared to meat her gaze, prepared for hatred, anger and revulsion, but all he saw was sorrow, confusion and helplessness. She didn't know what to do, what to think, how to act. And Severus couldn't stand that look. Starting to shake violently, he tore his eyes from her and stormed out of the courtroom, he fled from all of it. This was more than he could take.
Severus stormed into the dormitory; the door almost broke as it flew open when he burst through it. I… I can't breath… He stumbled into the room and leaned against a small table next to window.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGHHH!!!" Severus grabbed a hold of the tray with his latest potion homework and threw it across the room in such a force the small bottles of blue and purple liquid plashed over the wall, leaving dripping stains. They seventeen year old boy stood dead still for a moment and watched the mess he had created, then let his head drop to his chest, the black hair falling in his face. And empty tears fell from his closed eyes, landed on the carpet, created a small wet stain , and then he fell to the floor, too weak to hold control of his body or his feelings.
Meanwhile, Avalon was standing outside the secret enter of the Slytherin common room, starting to get really desperate. She didn't know the password.
A N: Sorry I stopped here, it got a little short, but the next one I reckon will be looong. I've got a heated so called "discussion" coming up for Severus and Avalon.
Here are some of the lines that will come up in the next chapter, just to get you anxious to read it:
"*I* washed that blood from your face, *I* saw you fall asleep with bruises covering your entire body. Don't tell me I don't know!"
"I feel like and orphan!"
"I probably should break my wand, I guess it's a danger letting me have it!"
"Why are you doing this to me?!"
Oohh, stay up for the following chapter: COMPLEX
Hugs, Josefine