A/N: My first chapter of my first fanfic…here goes…please read and review,
thank you.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling, only the story line is my own.
Secrets in the Dark
- Part One
Snape ruffled the papers against his desk so that they sat roughly evenly. He placed the pile on a spare place on his desk & groaned in exasperation as he glanced at the rest of the tests left for him to mark. 'Why do I bother?' He thought sharply to himself.
Professor Severus Snide Snape, potions master and Head of Slytherin house at Hogwarts. He lived alone in one of the dungeons at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry. The cold, dark, uninviting dungeon suited his personality perfectly. He liked it in his dungeon, it was the only place where he could just be by himself, without other people hassling him & trying to cheer him up. He kept to himself & was happy that way.
Snape gave up on marking the papers, & decided to sleep now, it was almost 4:30a.m. He would finish the rest in the morning. He blew out the lone candle, which had the responsibility oh lighting the whole room. …Darkness…just as he liked it…
He swiftly burst into the dim classroom. The babble of voices immediately halted. Snape advanced to the front of the room and turned abruptly to face the apprehensive students. Snape slowly picked up the papers, which he had spent so many hours marking. He eyed the class suspiciously. He smoothly glided forward, giving the impression that his feet hardly touched the floor. Snape passed Neville Longbottom & carelessly left the boys test on the desk. "You shall never amount to anything, Longbottom" he said emotionlessly as he passed, causing the boy to whimper. Snape continued to walk along the rows of students, giving each back their test, occasionally making a side comment about their appalling lack of knowledge. Without warning, Snape stopped in front of Hermionie Granger. He gave her a look, which made her quite obviously shiver, her face turned pale, she was waiting for him to say she failed. She seemed to be fighting back tears, Snape could feel the power, which he held, he could make these children afraid, embarrassed, and guilty, or even make them cry. This thought made Snape's lips curl with victory. Then he said with prudence, "Well done, Miss Granger, obviously some students do bother to do their study." Hermione let out a sigh of relief as a tear rolled down her cheek.
Snape continued his lesson in his usual manner, criticizing each student at least once. Except Malfoy, of course. Draco Malfoy, the only good student in the class. He wasn't the smartest, that was definitely Hermionie, or the bravest, no, that was the pesky Potter brat, or the funniest, that was the good for nothing Ron Weasly (although, Snape didn't really like humor anyway, much too immature for him). Why did Snape have a certain liking for Malfoy then? Because Snape saw himself as a child in the young boy, the same cold, demanding parents, the same strong manner, the same need to bully people to feel good about himself. In fact, if it hadn't been for Malfoy blonde hair and gray eyes, he very well could have been him!
Finally the class ended & there was a bustle for the door, Snape didn't blame them for wanting to leave, & he was glad they didn't want to stay! He didn't really like talking much at all, let alone being a person responsible for participating in a conversation.
Snape cleared up the mess left from when Neville Longbottom & Seamus Finnigan's cauldron exploded with a swift flick of his wand. 'Small minded infants!' He snapped to himself. He liked incompetent students least of all! Snape left the room and locked the door behind him. He made his way through the deserted corridors, his black cape billowing silently behind him.
The tall Potions Master was familiar with the damp, dark tunnels, which weaved their way under the great hall, to his dungeon. Snape let himself into his quarters, the smell of stale air hung over the room. He breathed it in as if it were flowers in spring, savoring the familiar scent, which he recognized as the smell of safety. Nobody here to judge him, make him feel like an unwanted cockroach, nobody hatefully staring at him, just him, alone, solitude, peace…
But, now he thought about it, he could still feel their beady eyes glaring at him. He walked over to the small mirror, which hung above the fireplace, merely for decoration rather than for looking in. He was quite disgusted with the reflection that he saw, so he quickly changed his focus so he was still looking in the mirror, but not at himself. He found his gaze had landed on…eyes? He spun around abruptly to look directly at what he had seen. But there was noting there, in fact there wasn't much more in the whole room other than a bed, couple of shelves stacked with books & potions, a spindly wooden chair, & a large oak desk that was covered in papers. A shiver pricked the back of his neck. 'No!' he resolved, 'I just need to sleep.' Snape blew out the singular flame & lay down on the hard bed, with only a sheet for warmth. He thought about what he had thoughthe had seen, but he quite easily decided that he only ithought/i he had seen eyes because of the bad lighting in the room & his lack of sleep.
Snape lay there for quite while, with no great desire to sleep, he thought of sleep as a waste of time, why people chose to lose one third of there life unconscious he couldn't understand. He often used this time to think. Whilst he was lying motionless on he bed, he heard the noise similar to that of the swishing of a cloak. But nobody ever came down past his dungeon, especially not this late at night! Snape strained his ears to hear if there was someone else in his room. Then he felt something icy touch his forehead. His heart jumped and his eyes jolted open. His pupils dilated so as to let in as much light as possible, but this was a hopeless action. There was no light down this deep underground and his only source of manufactured light had been extinguished long ago. Snape took in a deep breath of heavy air and, gathering all the courage he could muster, reached up in front of him. To him, time seemed almost to play in slow motion. For a moment, nothing…then, a sudden rush of freezing air engulfed both his hands! Not just freezing, but horribly thick and it sent a heart stopping sense of ilifelessness/i searing up through his arms into his tight chest. He could not move, for fear and shock had taken over his body. 'It' left his hands and forehead, and maybe for the first time in his life, Snape was pleased to feel the warmth. He was afraid, an emotion which had not taken posession of him for many years now. He felt inferior, vulnerable, helpless, and scared. His memories of the last time he had felt this way consumed his mind, and he forgot he was not, still, back in his past…….
iJames Potter, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, Remus Lupin & Severus Snape, five 7th year boys, were sitting together in the bright daylight, bathing in the warmth of the afternoon sun. It was not often now that they could just sit without their minds full of worry, and now was no exception. Lord Voldermort was strong. Although, Professor Dumbledore, the highly trusted transfiguration teacher, were continuously telling them not to try and take this on themselves & to leave it to proper authorities. The five boys knew something that nobody else did. They had tried to tell the Headmaster of the school, Professor Dippet, but he had shoed them away & dismissed their information as silly childish insecurities. But what they knew was a very serious issue! They had seen …Darkness, & Darkness had touched James, had drawn on him a mark. A Dark Mark. James had described it as having felt as if it were burning when the Darkness…Voldermort…had inscribed the mark in his skin, felt it pierce into his veins. Sirius, Peter, Remus & Snape, were now constantly protecting their dear friend from further attack. They were not safe anywhere, and even James himself, was a threat. Often lashing out at the people who were closest to him, talking in a voice not his own, throwing things at them when they were trying to calm him down. Sometimes even talking a language unfamiliar to them, pointing at them with his wand, emptiness in his usually warm, kind eyes. Each day the boys knew James less and less, as his condition worsened, it was begining to be too dangerous to even be around him at all.
All five boys were sitting pensively on the low stone when Lily Evans, a beautiful girl with red hair and green eyes, approached them. Severus noticed Lily step up to them and quickly stood to greet her. The other four boys, realizing that she was standing there, each stood up also. They all talked for a short while, but the conversation ran dry so Remus, Sirius and Peter sat back down to continue to sort through their abundance of thoughts. Severus and James however remained standing. It was plainly evident that Severus held emotions for Lily, so as they all walked, James courteously walked a few paces behind. Although James understood how Severus felt and didn't not have a problem with giving the pair space, he felt an urge in the pit of his stomach to walk up to them, stand between them, stop Severus talking to this girl!!! James didn't really understand where this feeling was coming from, but this feeling was to strong for him to overcome. He briskly waked up and nudged a space between them for him to squeeze into. Lily and Severus's conversation abruptly ceased. James could sense the discomfort and thought he could detect resentment flying at him, 'how dare they resent him? He was better than either of them!!!' James felt a surge of fury soar up from his feet and wash over his entire body. He turned his head to glare at Severus. Severus noted the emptiness in James' eyes. Both boys drew their wands, one with the mind to attack the other with the mind to defend. Lifting his wand, James started to utter words, words that had no meaning to Severus's ears, yet sent fear & pain shooting through his veins. Severus fixed James' gaze and began muttering a counter-curse focusing with all his might and employing more strength than he knew he possesed. James could see that Severus was too strong, how could he steal life force from this boy if not by the spell…? He couldn't, although, James was struck by a sudden brilliance, he would take the girl's life force instead, leach off her energy and power. She would be theirs…his and the Dark Lords! James leapt forward and grabbed Lily around the waist as he promptly vanished, as if into thin air. /i
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling, only the story line is my own.
Secrets in the Dark
- Part One
Snape ruffled the papers against his desk so that they sat roughly evenly. He placed the pile on a spare place on his desk & groaned in exasperation as he glanced at the rest of the tests left for him to mark. 'Why do I bother?' He thought sharply to himself.
Professor Severus Snide Snape, potions master and Head of Slytherin house at Hogwarts. He lived alone in one of the dungeons at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry. The cold, dark, uninviting dungeon suited his personality perfectly. He liked it in his dungeon, it was the only place where he could just be by himself, without other people hassling him & trying to cheer him up. He kept to himself & was happy that way.
Snape gave up on marking the papers, & decided to sleep now, it was almost 4:30a.m. He would finish the rest in the morning. He blew out the lone candle, which had the responsibility oh lighting the whole room. …Darkness…just as he liked it…
He swiftly burst into the dim classroom. The babble of voices immediately halted. Snape advanced to the front of the room and turned abruptly to face the apprehensive students. Snape slowly picked up the papers, which he had spent so many hours marking. He eyed the class suspiciously. He smoothly glided forward, giving the impression that his feet hardly touched the floor. Snape passed Neville Longbottom & carelessly left the boys test on the desk. "You shall never amount to anything, Longbottom" he said emotionlessly as he passed, causing the boy to whimper. Snape continued to walk along the rows of students, giving each back their test, occasionally making a side comment about their appalling lack of knowledge. Without warning, Snape stopped in front of Hermionie Granger. He gave her a look, which made her quite obviously shiver, her face turned pale, she was waiting for him to say she failed. She seemed to be fighting back tears, Snape could feel the power, which he held, he could make these children afraid, embarrassed, and guilty, or even make them cry. This thought made Snape's lips curl with victory. Then he said with prudence, "Well done, Miss Granger, obviously some students do bother to do their study." Hermione let out a sigh of relief as a tear rolled down her cheek.
Snape continued his lesson in his usual manner, criticizing each student at least once. Except Malfoy, of course. Draco Malfoy, the only good student in the class. He wasn't the smartest, that was definitely Hermionie, or the bravest, no, that was the pesky Potter brat, or the funniest, that was the good for nothing Ron Weasly (although, Snape didn't really like humor anyway, much too immature for him). Why did Snape have a certain liking for Malfoy then? Because Snape saw himself as a child in the young boy, the same cold, demanding parents, the same strong manner, the same need to bully people to feel good about himself. In fact, if it hadn't been for Malfoy blonde hair and gray eyes, he very well could have been him!
Finally the class ended & there was a bustle for the door, Snape didn't blame them for wanting to leave, & he was glad they didn't want to stay! He didn't really like talking much at all, let alone being a person responsible for participating in a conversation.
Snape cleared up the mess left from when Neville Longbottom & Seamus Finnigan's cauldron exploded with a swift flick of his wand. 'Small minded infants!' He snapped to himself. He liked incompetent students least of all! Snape left the room and locked the door behind him. He made his way through the deserted corridors, his black cape billowing silently behind him.
The tall Potions Master was familiar with the damp, dark tunnels, which weaved their way under the great hall, to his dungeon. Snape let himself into his quarters, the smell of stale air hung over the room. He breathed it in as if it were flowers in spring, savoring the familiar scent, which he recognized as the smell of safety. Nobody here to judge him, make him feel like an unwanted cockroach, nobody hatefully staring at him, just him, alone, solitude, peace…
But, now he thought about it, he could still feel their beady eyes glaring at him. He walked over to the small mirror, which hung above the fireplace, merely for decoration rather than for looking in. He was quite disgusted with the reflection that he saw, so he quickly changed his focus so he was still looking in the mirror, but not at himself. He found his gaze had landed on…eyes? He spun around abruptly to look directly at what he had seen. But there was noting there, in fact there wasn't much more in the whole room other than a bed, couple of shelves stacked with books & potions, a spindly wooden chair, & a large oak desk that was covered in papers. A shiver pricked the back of his neck. 'No!' he resolved, 'I just need to sleep.' Snape blew out the singular flame & lay down on the hard bed, with only a sheet for warmth. He thought about what he had thoughthe had seen, but he quite easily decided that he only ithought/i he had seen eyes because of the bad lighting in the room & his lack of sleep.
Snape lay there for quite while, with no great desire to sleep, he thought of sleep as a waste of time, why people chose to lose one third of there life unconscious he couldn't understand. He often used this time to think. Whilst he was lying motionless on he bed, he heard the noise similar to that of the swishing of a cloak. But nobody ever came down past his dungeon, especially not this late at night! Snape strained his ears to hear if there was someone else in his room. Then he felt something icy touch his forehead. His heart jumped and his eyes jolted open. His pupils dilated so as to let in as much light as possible, but this was a hopeless action. There was no light down this deep underground and his only source of manufactured light had been extinguished long ago. Snape took in a deep breath of heavy air and, gathering all the courage he could muster, reached up in front of him. To him, time seemed almost to play in slow motion. For a moment, nothing…then, a sudden rush of freezing air engulfed both his hands! Not just freezing, but horribly thick and it sent a heart stopping sense of ilifelessness/i searing up through his arms into his tight chest. He could not move, for fear and shock had taken over his body. 'It' left his hands and forehead, and maybe for the first time in his life, Snape was pleased to feel the warmth. He was afraid, an emotion which had not taken posession of him for many years now. He felt inferior, vulnerable, helpless, and scared. His memories of the last time he had felt this way consumed his mind, and he forgot he was not, still, back in his past…….
iJames Potter, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, Remus Lupin & Severus Snape, five 7th year boys, were sitting together in the bright daylight, bathing in the warmth of the afternoon sun. It was not often now that they could just sit without their minds full of worry, and now was no exception. Lord Voldermort was strong. Although, Professor Dumbledore, the highly trusted transfiguration teacher, were continuously telling them not to try and take this on themselves & to leave it to proper authorities. The five boys knew something that nobody else did. They had tried to tell the Headmaster of the school, Professor Dippet, but he had shoed them away & dismissed their information as silly childish insecurities. But what they knew was a very serious issue! They had seen …Darkness, & Darkness had touched James, had drawn on him a mark. A Dark Mark. James had described it as having felt as if it were burning when the Darkness…Voldermort…had inscribed the mark in his skin, felt it pierce into his veins. Sirius, Peter, Remus & Snape, were now constantly protecting their dear friend from further attack. They were not safe anywhere, and even James himself, was a threat. Often lashing out at the people who were closest to him, talking in a voice not his own, throwing things at them when they were trying to calm him down. Sometimes even talking a language unfamiliar to them, pointing at them with his wand, emptiness in his usually warm, kind eyes. Each day the boys knew James less and less, as his condition worsened, it was begining to be too dangerous to even be around him at all.
All five boys were sitting pensively on the low stone when Lily Evans, a beautiful girl with red hair and green eyes, approached them. Severus noticed Lily step up to them and quickly stood to greet her. The other four boys, realizing that she was standing there, each stood up also. They all talked for a short while, but the conversation ran dry so Remus, Sirius and Peter sat back down to continue to sort through their abundance of thoughts. Severus and James however remained standing. It was plainly evident that Severus held emotions for Lily, so as they all walked, James courteously walked a few paces behind. Although James understood how Severus felt and didn't not have a problem with giving the pair space, he felt an urge in the pit of his stomach to walk up to them, stand between them, stop Severus talking to this girl!!! James didn't really understand where this feeling was coming from, but this feeling was to strong for him to overcome. He briskly waked up and nudged a space between them for him to squeeze into. Lily and Severus's conversation abruptly ceased. James could sense the discomfort and thought he could detect resentment flying at him, 'how dare they resent him? He was better than either of them!!!' James felt a surge of fury soar up from his feet and wash over his entire body. He turned his head to glare at Severus. Severus noted the emptiness in James' eyes. Both boys drew their wands, one with the mind to attack the other with the mind to defend. Lifting his wand, James started to utter words, words that had no meaning to Severus's ears, yet sent fear & pain shooting through his veins. Severus fixed James' gaze and began muttering a counter-curse focusing with all his might and employing more strength than he knew he possesed. James could see that Severus was too strong, how could he steal life force from this boy if not by the spell…? He couldn't, although, James was struck by a sudden brilliance, he would take the girl's life force instead, leach off her energy and power. She would be theirs…his and the Dark Lords! James leapt forward and grabbed Lily around the waist as he promptly vanished, as if into thin air. /i