TITLE: When I Wanted Sunshine I Got Rain
AUTHOR: Leila
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DISCLAIMER: Not me, but the wonderful J. K. Rowling
DISTRIBUTION: Do not take without permission
CATEGORY: SS (not too sure about the actual pairing yet)
RATING: Since "R" seems to be the highest possible rating - so I guess "R" it is
PART: 3/?
FEEDBACK: Yes please!!!
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When I Wanted Sunshine I Got Rain -3-
Severus' heart was beating so hard he felt that every single one of his colleagues had to see or at least hear the boisterous thundering emanating from his chest. Of course Dumbledore was right Tarrant and himself had been friends all through their Hogwarts years and beyond. Not only had their friendship survived their families' individual and at times even combined wrath because of what their fathers had liked to call threateningly poor judgement in either boy's choice of friends, but also five years of separating with each of them studying for their master degrees in different parts of the world.
Silas...
Severus choked the memory of the young man he'd once called his best friend and the way said man eventually had turned on him and the ones close to him seemed to cut of his air supply and made him hyperventilate at the same time.
Sanja -
Catharina -
Severus frantically reached to pull at the collar of his turtleneck shirt. No matter how hard he tried to calm down his lungs refused to draw in oxygen. He was getting increasingly dizzy, colored spots blurring his vision. Somewhere at the border of his sub-conscience and conscience a tiny little vice whispered to him to get a grip on himself and stop acting like a fool in front of his headmaster and colleagues. But even the knowledge of him behaving so very much out of character to keep the gossip factory up and running for the next couple of centuries didn't manage to rouse him from the firm grips of his self-inflicted nightmare.
Looking back Severus didn't have a trace of an idea why he had introduced young Silas Tarrant first to the dark arts and eventually to the Dark Lord - especially since his that time friend had never shown an interest in either to begin with. If only he had known the immense impact his foolish ambition to share the latest direction his life had taken at that time would have had on Tarrant...
"Severus?"
The headmaster's gentle voice interrupted his train of thought and the older man's warm, comforting hand patting his shoulder managed what he hadn't been able to do by himself - it cut through and shooed of the nightmare that was his past.
"Severus, my child," Albus tapped the tip of his chin in order to catch his attention. "When Hagrid found Mr Tarrant, the man was barely conscious - barely holding on to life," Dumbledore made a grave pause. "He asked for you, Severus, according to Hagrid Mr Tarrant has been rather determined of the fact that you needed to know about /rain/." The older wizard gave his potion master a questioning look. "Does this mean anything to you?"
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"Please, my Lord, let me have the child." Frozen Severus watched his sandy-haired friend kneeling in front of the Dark Lord, kissing the hem of his cloak - begging him - all the while lustfully gazing at the battered and bleeding body of his baby girl.
~Please let him refuse!~ Although in no way a religious man Severus prayed to whatever higher force willing to listen. ~Please don't let him give her to Silas!~
"Have her, my loyal servant!"
~Please no!!!~ He was hyperventilating unable to do anything to but to stand frozen on the spot and gaze from his daughter to the man who only a couple of months ago had fed, laughed and played with his little girl - Silas Tarrant - the same man he up until now had thought of as a friend.
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tbc
AUTHOR: Leila
EMAIL: xxxxxleilaxxxxx@yahoo.com.au
DISCLAIMER: Not me, but the wonderful J. K. Rowling
DISTRIBUTION: Do not take without permission
CATEGORY: SS (not too sure about the actual pairing yet)
RATING: Since "R" seems to be the highest possible rating - so I guess "R" it is
PART: 3/?
FEEDBACK: Yes please!!!
VISIT ME: http://au.geocities.com/xxxxxleilaxxxxx/
When I Wanted Sunshine I Got Rain -3-
Severus' heart was beating so hard he felt that every single one of his colleagues had to see or at least hear the boisterous thundering emanating from his chest. Of course Dumbledore was right Tarrant and himself had been friends all through their Hogwarts years and beyond. Not only had their friendship survived their families' individual and at times even combined wrath because of what their fathers had liked to call threateningly poor judgement in either boy's choice of friends, but also five years of separating with each of them studying for their master degrees in different parts of the world.
Silas...
Severus choked the memory of the young man he'd once called his best friend and the way said man eventually had turned on him and the ones close to him seemed to cut of his air supply and made him hyperventilate at the same time.
Sanja -
Catharina -
Severus frantically reached to pull at the collar of his turtleneck shirt. No matter how hard he tried to calm down his lungs refused to draw in oxygen. He was getting increasingly dizzy, colored spots blurring his vision. Somewhere at the border of his sub-conscience and conscience a tiny little vice whispered to him to get a grip on himself and stop acting like a fool in front of his headmaster and colleagues. But even the knowledge of him behaving so very much out of character to keep the gossip factory up and running for the next couple of centuries didn't manage to rouse him from the firm grips of his self-inflicted nightmare.
Looking back Severus didn't have a trace of an idea why he had introduced young Silas Tarrant first to the dark arts and eventually to the Dark Lord - especially since his that time friend had never shown an interest in either to begin with. If only he had known the immense impact his foolish ambition to share the latest direction his life had taken at that time would have had on Tarrant...
"Severus?"
The headmaster's gentle voice interrupted his train of thought and the older man's warm, comforting hand patting his shoulder managed what he hadn't been able to do by himself - it cut through and shooed of the nightmare that was his past.
"Severus, my child," Albus tapped the tip of his chin in order to catch his attention. "When Hagrid found Mr Tarrant, the man was barely conscious - barely holding on to life," Dumbledore made a grave pause. "He asked for you, Severus, according to Hagrid Mr Tarrant has been rather determined of the fact that you needed to know about /rain/." The older wizard gave his potion master a questioning look. "Does this mean anything to you?"
~~~~~~~~~~~
"Please, my Lord, let me have the child." Frozen Severus watched his sandy-haired friend kneeling in front of the Dark Lord, kissing the hem of his cloak - begging him - all the while lustfully gazing at the battered and bleeding body of his baby girl.
~Please let him refuse!~ Although in no way a religious man Severus prayed to whatever higher force willing to listen. ~Please don't let him give her to Silas!~
"Have her, my loyal servant!"
~Please no!!!~ He was hyperventilating unable to do anything to but to stand frozen on the spot and gaze from his daughter to the man who only a couple of months ago had fed, laughed and played with his little girl - Silas Tarrant - the same man he up until now had thought of as a friend.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
tbc