Disclaimer: the same as before.
Chapter 4
I can hear you.
Can you hear me?
It has been three days…Professor Snape glared out of the Library's window. He refused to believe….
"Professor Snape?" a small voice ventured behind him. Turning he saw a small girl with black curly hair and soulful eyes. She was wearing Slytherin robes.
"What is it?" he snapped at her.
"Today, did you mean it?" She whispers as she steps closer.
"Mean what?" Snape huffed. "Speak up, girl!"
Suddenly she was right up on him.
"Did you mean it?" She sobbed, holding up bloody hands, "Did you mean it?"
Suddenly, as if an invisible hook yanked at her from behind, she went flying back, spilling blood everywhere.
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"No!" Professor Snape screamed as he jerked up in bed.
Ever since he was confronted with what had happened to him, he knew what he was going to do about it. He stared brewing the potion that day. The damn thing was ready to take, but something was holding him back.
Throwing back the covers he strode over to where he placed the potion. It was silently resting on top of his 200 year old oak vanity that Great Grandfather made for Great Grandmother shortly after they had wed.
"This is the best thing for the child." Picking up the bottle in his right hand, he let his left rest over his right side. "It would more than likely be terribly deformed." His hand shook as he brought the bottle to his lips.
Drink it, Damnit! His hand shakes with fury. Fuck it! Violently he throws the bottle against the wall.
Tears stream down his face as he falls to his knees. After all that he has done that he has had to live with, this was one that he simply cannot do.
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