Chapter 1- The Horrificus Curse
It has been a horrible summer for Severus Snape. Normaly, the vacation away from his troublesom students was a welcome one, but with the recent goings on, he had been gettig several hate-owls a day. Of course, it hadnÕt been hard to spot those containing harmful potions;that was, after all, his speciality. Howlers, on the other hand, werenÕt so easy to detect, and since he didnÕt want to miss any news from Hogwarts, he had opened several over the past two months, which had drawn quite a bit of atention to his small house from the neigbouring muggle population.
He would have packed up and moved after the first howler, save for the fact that the forest behind the house contained some rather unusual potion ingredients that would do best not to get into muggle hands. Well, that and the fact he was really rather fond of the woods himself, it being a perfect retreat whenever the pressures of being a death eater got to him.
It was a week before he was due to be at Hogwarts when he decided to take a walk to collect some young owl oakwood root that he would need for his second year classes. He had had the misfortune of opening TWO howlers that morning, and was also trying to get away in case the ministry decided to investigate.
After two minutes searching for the tiny tree, he finaly found the egglike tree. He frowned at the cracks now appearing in the bark, it would be hatching soon, he had gotten there just in time to collect his samples.
ÒStill teaching potions then Severus?Ó Said a cold voice from behind him. Instictively, he drew his want, then realized that was probably a mistake. Even if he hadnÕt been hearing that voice for the past two months in his nightmares, Snape could have figured out who was speaking. His dark mark was burning like crazy in the presence of itÕs creator.
ÒExpelleramusÓsaid the voice softly, sending SnapeÕs wand flying, right into the clawlike hands of a cloaked creature about ten feet away, one of about twenty Dementors that now had him surounded.
ÒI expected more from you Severus.Ó commented the voice. ÒBut then again, you never were much of a dueler, prefered to plan everything out ahead of time.Ó
ÒWhat do you want Voldemort?Ó Asked Snape, working very hard to keep his fear from showing in his voice.
ÒWant? What could I possibly want from you? I have come to offer you something Severus, a second chance.Ó
ÒAnd if I refuse?Ó
ÒThen I activate the horrificus curse I placed on you when I gave you that dark mark. It can be activated any time I wish it to be, your betrayal was the condition.Ó
Snape couldnÕt hide the horror in his eyes at this: The horrificus curse was one of the most feared curses in existence, and one only Voldemort had ever been crule enough to preform. It wasnÕt like other curses; it couldnÕt be deflected or countered, or removed once placed. When Voldemort cast a horrificus curse, he would place a condition. If that condition was broken, then the curse would be activated. It didnÕt cause pain, or death, or anything of that sort. No, the horrificus curse was a prophecy, and it worked through time. Even before the curse was cast, the victim would do something horrible, something that if they remembered it, it would be their most horrible nightmare come alive. But they wouldnÕt remember it, until the horrificus curse was activated. Voldemort was known to have cast it upon a few of his followers, and all of them went mad shortly after it was activated.
SnapeÕs mind immediately turned to all the things he could have done. His parents had both died of old age, that was safe. His wife had been killed in a muggle car accident, but what if he had somehow caused that? No, he would never have, but the curse... It was one of the most poerful curses in the world, incredbly draining to preform. Come to think of it, why would Voldemort bother to cast it on him in the first place?
ÒYouÕre bluffing.Ó He said, with as much comfidence as he could muster givin the situation.
ÒAre you sure?Ó
ÒYes.Ó
Voldemort smirked, ÒVery well then, Activo Horrificus! Ò
And it was there, in his memory, his worst nightmare imaginable. It wasnÕt a murder, it was worse. Lily Potter, he had... And she had never told him, she must have recognized the curse, or did the memory charm affect her too? Wait, but that meant...
ÒNo....Ó wispered Sape.
ÒCongradulations Severus, you have a son. He goes by the name of Harry potter.Ó
And then Voldemort was gone, leaving the crumpled Snape alone with the dementors, without his wand.
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CS: Since when did Snape have a dead wife? And whatÕs that stuff youÕre holding there?
Darth: *hides some grey hairspray and a red wizard robe with white lace trim in SnapeÕs size behind her back* Hehehe....
Anyways, the rest is going to have more plot, this isnÕt a one-shot. And Snape wonÕt die, donÕt worry. Please reveiw, especialy if you have some constructive critisism.
It has been a horrible summer for Severus Snape. Normaly, the vacation away from his troublesom students was a welcome one, but with the recent goings on, he had been gettig several hate-owls a day. Of course, it hadnÕt been hard to spot those containing harmful potions;that was, after all, his speciality. Howlers, on the other hand, werenÕt so easy to detect, and since he didnÕt want to miss any news from Hogwarts, he had opened several over the past two months, which had drawn quite a bit of atention to his small house from the neigbouring muggle population.
He would have packed up and moved after the first howler, save for the fact that the forest behind the house contained some rather unusual potion ingredients that would do best not to get into muggle hands. Well, that and the fact he was really rather fond of the woods himself, it being a perfect retreat whenever the pressures of being a death eater got to him.
It was a week before he was due to be at Hogwarts when he decided to take a walk to collect some young owl oakwood root that he would need for his second year classes. He had had the misfortune of opening TWO howlers that morning, and was also trying to get away in case the ministry decided to investigate.
After two minutes searching for the tiny tree, he finaly found the egglike tree. He frowned at the cracks now appearing in the bark, it would be hatching soon, he had gotten there just in time to collect his samples.
ÒStill teaching potions then Severus?Ó Said a cold voice from behind him. Instictively, he drew his want, then realized that was probably a mistake. Even if he hadnÕt been hearing that voice for the past two months in his nightmares, Snape could have figured out who was speaking. His dark mark was burning like crazy in the presence of itÕs creator.
ÒExpelleramusÓsaid the voice softly, sending SnapeÕs wand flying, right into the clawlike hands of a cloaked creature about ten feet away, one of about twenty Dementors that now had him surounded.
ÒI expected more from you Severus.Ó commented the voice. ÒBut then again, you never were much of a dueler, prefered to plan everything out ahead of time.Ó
ÒWhat do you want Voldemort?Ó Asked Snape, working very hard to keep his fear from showing in his voice.
ÒWant? What could I possibly want from you? I have come to offer you something Severus, a second chance.Ó
ÒAnd if I refuse?Ó
ÒThen I activate the horrificus curse I placed on you when I gave you that dark mark. It can be activated any time I wish it to be, your betrayal was the condition.Ó
Snape couldnÕt hide the horror in his eyes at this: The horrificus curse was one of the most feared curses in existence, and one only Voldemort had ever been crule enough to preform. It wasnÕt like other curses; it couldnÕt be deflected or countered, or removed once placed. When Voldemort cast a horrificus curse, he would place a condition. If that condition was broken, then the curse would be activated. It didnÕt cause pain, or death, or anything of that sort. No, the horrificus curse was a prophecy, and it worked through time. Even before the curse was cast, the victim would do something horrible, something that if they remembered it, it would be their most horrible nightmare come alive. But they wouldnÕt remember it, until the horrificus curse was activated. Voldemort was known to have cast it upon a few of his followers, and all of them went mad shortly after it was activated.
SnapeÕs mind immediately turned to all the things he could have done. His parents had both died of old age, that was safe. His wife had been killed in a muggle car accident, but what if he had somehow caused that? No, he would never have, but the curse... It was one of the most poerful curses in the world, incredbly draining to preform. Come to think of it, why would Voldemort bother to cast it on him in the first place?
ÒYouÕre bluffing.Ó He said, with as much comfidence as he could muster givin the situation.
ÒAre you sure?Ó
ÒYes.Ó
Voldemort smirked, ÒVery well then, Activo Horrificus! Ò
And it was there, in his memory, his worst nightmare imaginable. It wasnÕt a murder, it was worse. Lily Potter, he had... And she had never told him, she must have recognized the curse, or did the memory charm affect her too? Wait, but that meant...
ÒNo....Ó wispered Sape.
ÒCongradulations Severus, you have a son. He goes by the name of Harry potter.Ó
And then Voldemort was gone, leaving the crumpled Snape alone with the dementors, without his wand.
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CS: Since when did Snape have a dead wife? And whatÕs that stuff youÕre holding there?
Darth: *hides some grey hairspray and a red wizard robe with white lace trim in SnapeÕs size behind her back* Hehehe....
Anyways, the rest is going to have more plot, this isnÕt a one-shot. And Snape wonÕt die, donÕt worry. Please reveiw, especialy if you have some constructive critisism.