A/N - I know I said I hated Authors notes, but now I realize there's been
one every chapter so far. Oh well. Guess I lied. Anyway, apologies for
being so long in writing this chapter. Actually, it has been done for
several months, I just forgot that it even existed, and then after school
started I haven't had time for anything else besides homework. Really
sorry!!!
Severus left the Great Hall immediately following the students, leaving no question as to his mood as he stalked down to the dungeons. A couple of lingering second year Slytherins were sent scurrying ahead of him toward their common room, and Severus turned down a dark corridor towards his own rooms.
Lupin! His mind snarled as he reached to door to his chambers, and he set about disarming the numerous charms. How dare he come here again! After what he is! After what he's done! Throughout the summer he had harbored the frail hope that the werewolf would never show. That maybe he'd stay hidden in the gutter where him and his kind belonged. With an internal yell of frustration, he slammed the door open so that it rattled in it's frame and threatened to shatter against the stone wall.
But before he'd taken but two steps beyond the door a meek voice behind him halted him in his tracks. "What?" He ground out between clenched teeth as he pivoted around to face the owner of the voice.
He froze. Before him stood Meara, him, his past and everything he had left behind. For a moment nothing moved besides his eyes. They flickered around in desperation as though searching for something, trying to look anywhere besides at what stood before him, and failing dreadfully.
It was a joke. That was the only conclusion his mind would allow itself to reach. It was Potter and Granger and Weasley, and probably the werewolf as well, all set out to make his world a living hell.
A sudden sound filled the damp corridor, and it took Severus a moment to realize that it had been he who had spoken.
"Pardon?" came the reply, tinged with confusion and an unidentifiable emotion.
"Stop it." He repeated in a louder voice that sounded a bit more like himself, the voice that he knew haunted the nightmares of more than one student. He tried again, repeated those two words, harsher this time, and a step was taken hastily in the other direction, away from him.
Without a thought, he turned, grabbed the door with a white knuckled grip and slammed it shut. The sound reverberated through the floor and he felt the vibration through his thin-soled shoes. He sagged against the wall, surrendering his weight to it and watching the door apprehensively, as though expecting it to open.
It didn't. But as Severus trembled behind it, a paper was slid beneath the door. His breath caught, but as he slowly leaned to pick it up, footsteps slowly receded from the door. Smoothing the paper as he brought it to his gaze, he read it with growing horror.
Full Name: Renee Noami Snape
Date of Birth: November 9th, 1980
Place of Birth: Quebec City, Quebec, Canada
Gender: Female
Blood type: AB positive
Parents: Mother: Meara Pascale Snape Deceased as of July, 1986
Father: Professor Severus Snape, Hogwarts Refusal to respond to notices
Remaining living relatives: None
Medical Issues (Allergies, etc): None
The remainder of the page had been hastily ripped away.
Oh God...
Renee stood in shock as the door slammed.
Of all the insufferable...
She forcibly muted her anger and reached once again for the paper. She knelt to shove it under the door, but as she did her eyes caught the last few lines written on it. Her eyes darkened. He didn't need to know that. It seemed that he did not need another reason to hate her, as it seemed he already did. That was nothing new to her, she thought with renewed anger as she ripped away the bottom of the page and slipped the remainder under the door, standing stiffly and marching determinedly, if rather slowly, down the hall.
She glanced once over her shoulder, looking rather forlornly at the one chance she'd let slip through her grasp, the one chance to return her life to some semblance of normality. She nearly tripped over her own feet as the door swung open. She stopped walking and apprehensively eyed the door just moments ago slammed in her face. Then, not allowing herself further thought, she steeled her expression and made her way back, hesitating only slightly at the threshold.
A/N: Like I said, this chapter was written a long time ago, and I actually don't think I originally intended for it to end there. But I can't for the life of me remember what was going to happen next. Heck, I can't even remember what it was that she ripped from the bottom of the sheet. Guess it's back to the drawing board..er..writing desk..computer...thing. Anyway, I'll try to post again as soon as I can, but no promises.
Severus left the Great Hall immediately following the students, leaving no question as to his mood as he stalked down to the dungeons. A couple of lingering second year Slytherins were sent scurrying ahead of him toward their common room, and Severus turned down a dark corridor towards his own rooms.
Lupin! His mind snarled as he reached to door to his chambers, and he set about disarming the numerous charms. How dare he come here again! After what he is! After what he's done! Throughout the summer he had harbored the frail hope that the werewolf would never show. That maybe he'd stay hidden in the gutter where him and his kind belonged. With an internal yell of frustration, he slammed the door open so that it rattled in it's frame and threatened to shatter against the stone wall.
But before he'd taken but two steps beyond the door a meek voice behind him halted him in his tracks. "What?" He ground out between clenched teeth as he pivoted around to face the owner of the voice.
He froze. Before him stood Meara, him, his past and everything he had left behind. For a moment nothing moved besides his eyes. They flickered around in desperation as though searching for something, trying to look anywhere besides at what stood before him, and failing dreadfully.
It was a joke. That was the only conclusion his mind would allow itself to reach. It was Potter and Granger and Weasley, and probably the werewolf as well, all set out to make his world a living hell.
A sudden sound filled the damp corridor, and it took Severus a moment to realize that it had been he who had spoken.
"Pardon?" came the reply, tinged with confusion and an unidentifiable emotion.
"Stop it." He repeated in a louder voice that sounded a bit more like himself, the voice that he knew haunted the nightmares of more than one student. He tried again, repeated those two words, harsher this time, and a step was taken hastily in the other direction, away from him.
Without a thought, he turned, grabbed the door with a white knuckled grip and slammed it shut. The sound reverberated through the floor and he felt the vibration through his thin-soled shoes. He sagged against the wall, surrendering his weight to it and watching the door apprehensively, as though expecting it to open.
It didn't. But as Severus trembled behind it, a paper was slid beneath the door. His breath caught, but as he slowly leaned to pick it up, footsteps slowly receded from the door. Smoothing the paper as he brought it to his gaze, he read it with growing horror.
Full Name: Renee Noami Snape
Date of Birth: November 9th, 1980
Place of Birth: Quebec City, Quebec, Canada
Gender: Female
Blood type: AB positive
Parents: Mother: Meara Pascale Snape Deceased as of July, 1986
Father: Professor Severus Snape, Hogwarts Refusal to respond to notices
Remaining living relatives: None
Medical Issues (Allergies, etc): None
The remainder of the page had been hastily ripped away.
Oh God...
Renee stood in shock as the door slammed.
Of all the insufferable...
She forcibly muted her anger and reached once again for the paper. She knelt to shove it under the door, but as she did her eyes caught the last few lines written on it. Her eyes darkened. He didn't need to know that. It seemed that he did not need another reason to hate her, as it seemed he already did. That was nothing new to her, she thought with renewed anger as she ripped away the bottom of the page and slipped the remainder under the door, standing stiffly and marching determinedly, if rather slowly, down the hall.
She glanced once over her shoulder, looking rather forlornly at the one chance she'd let slip through her grasp, the one chance to return her life to some semblance of normality. She nearly tripped over her own feet as the door swung open. She stopped walking and apprehensively eyed the door just moments ago slammed in her face. Then, not allowing herself further thought, she steeled her expression and made her way back, hesitating only slightly at the threshold.
A/N: Like I said, this chapter was written a long time ago, and I actually don't think I originally intended for it to end there. But I can't for the life of me remember what was going to happen next. Heck, I can't even remember what it was that she ripped from the bottom of the sheet. Guess it's back to the drawing board..er..writing desk..computer...thing. Anyway, I'll try to post again as soon as I can, but no promises.