Disclaimer: All characters, with exception of Setha Stuart, are not my
invention but J.K. Rowling's. I'm not writing to make any profit but for
writing's sake, and because I love the HP books.
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A Love Lost - and Refound?
Chapter 3 - Can it Be?
Professor Severus Snape sat in his office in the dungeons of Hogwarts. The banquet was over and all students had retired to their dormitories. The teachers had been asked to attend a meeting in the teacher's room, to get to know the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. Severus had pretended to be awfully busy with something and had left the meeting early.
Now he sat in the dark, reflecting on the things that just happened. On the desk before him lay a photo of a young witch and a wizard. The wizard was Severus' younger self, in his last year at Hogwarts. The witch was a beautiful redhead, with emerald eyes, rather white skin and the loveliest smile in the world. She was a little smaller that the young man by her side, her head resting against his shoulder. Both were smiling happily into the camera. This had been the happiest day of Severus' life. He had just proposed to his beloved Setha. She had gotten rid of her four "best" friends and stayed at Hogwarts for the Christmas holiday, just like Severus. They had spent the whole time together, and, because they were already in their last year, they were allowed to go to Hogsmeade whenever they wanted.
That particular day that had been to the pub to have a butterbeer (or two) and then they strolled around the village. Severus had planed it all, but now he was nervous and unnerved. Setha had sensed that he was preoccupied and had asked his what the matter was. Finally he had taken her hands and looked into the eyes he loved so much and with a shaky voice asked her to marry him once they had left Hogwarts. Tears had appeared in her eyes, and, unable to speak, she had just nodded and thrown her arms around him. Then this photo had been taken of them.
The very photo that lay now before him and that showed Setha just as Severus had seen her at the banquet. At first he had thought that this Setha was the daughter of his Setha, but when she turned to face him, he knew instantly that this was no other woman than his first and only love Setha. He could not understand what had happened to her, how could it be that she still looked as if she had just left school? Only her eyes showed her true age. Had she finally been able to create a new Philosopher's Stone? She had been working on it ever since she had read about it in her forth year. It must be that, he thought. But now her eyes didn't show the things they used to. He was shocked when he realized that there was hatred in them, she hated him . He turned away from her stare and caught the eyes of Harry. Harry Potter, son of James and Lily, godson of his archenemy Sirius. Harry seemed to understand that something was wrong with him, yes, he seemed very pleased indeed.
Could it be he knew? Sitting in the dark a thought got hold of Severus' mind. Harry and his fine friends knew everything about him and Setha. Of course, Sirius must have told them. Sirius . the old jealousy can back to him. Setha had come back for Sirius. After all these long years that were finally together. How could she? How could she do this to him? Was she just thinking of revenge? He knew he had hurt her when he broke with her, but after all, it had been her fault, not his. Her dearest friend had tried to get him killed. And now, Setha had returned to gloat.
Hadn't he gone through hell and back for her? He had seen very soon that he had been mistaken about her and Sirius. But it was to late. He had turned away from the beauty of the world and became a Death-Eater, thinking that being evil would make him forget. But the more evil deeds he committed, the more he longed for her forgiveness. What he had done was irreparable; still he tried to make up for it by becoming a spy. He risked his life . always thinking of Setha's hurt expression when he had told her to leave him alone. He had broken her heart, and his.
But had he? If she was back for Sirius now, wasn't there a chance that they had always been together secretly? He wouldn't be able to stand seeing them happy together. Throwing the promise he had given to Dumbledore to the wind he swore that he would do everything to destroy Sirius. He would suffer and he'd beg for his death before it came. He'd give him to Voldemort, if it was the last thing he'd ever do. His jealousy consumed him, and all he saw was darkness around him. He didn't see the ray of hope that was still there for him and Setha. He didn't know that the love they had once shared was still alive, waiting to break free once again. He had no idea what Setha went through just a few floor above him. If only he had.
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A Love Lost - and Refound?
Chapter 3 - Can it Be?
Professor Severus Snape sat in his office in the dungeons of Hogwarts. The banquet was over and all students had retired to their dormitories. The teachers had been asked to attend a meeting in the teacher's room, to get to know the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. Severus had pretended to be awfully busy with something and had left the meeting early.
Now he sat in the dark, reflecting on the things that just happened. On the desk before him lay a photo of a young witch and a wizard. The wizard was Severus' younger self, in his last year at Hogwarts. The witch was a beautiful redhead, with emerald eyes, rather white skin and the loveliest smile in the world. She was a little smaller that the young man by her side, her head resting against his shoulder. Both were smiling happily into the camera. This had been the happiest day of Severus' life. He had just proposed to his beloved Setha. She had gotten rid of her four "best" friends and stayed at Hogwarts for the Christmas holiday, just like Severus. They had spent the whole time together, and, because they were already in their last year, they were allowed to go to Hogsmeade whenever they wanted.
That particular day that had been to the pub to have a butterbeer (or two) and then they strolled around the village. Severus had planed it all, but now he was nervous and unnerved. Setha had sensed that he was preoccupied and had asked his what the matter was. Finally he had taken her hands and looked into the eyes he loved so much and with a shaky voice asked her to marry him once they had left Hogwarts. Tears had appeared in her eyes, and, unable to speak, she had just nodded and thrown her arms around him. Then this photo had been taken of them.
The very photo that lay now before him and that showed Setha just as Severus had seen her at the banquet. At first he had thought that this Setha was the daughter of his Setha, but when she turned to face him, he knew instantly that this was no other woman than his first and only love Setha. He could not understand what had happened to her, how could it be that she still looked as if she had just left school? Only her eyes showed her true age. Had she finally been able to create a new Philosopher's Stone? She had been working on it ever since she had read about it in her forth year. It must be that, he thought. But now her eyes didn't show the things they used to. He was shocked when he realized that there was hatred in them, she hated him . He turned away from her stare and caught the eyes of Harry. Harry Potter, son of James and Lily, godson of his archenemy Sirius. Harry seemed to understand that something was wrong with him, yes, he seemed very pleased indeed.
Could it be he knew? Sitting in the dark a thought got hold of Severus' mind. Harry and his fine friends knew everything about him and Setha. Of course, Sirius must have told them. Sirius . the old jealousy can back to him. Setha had come back for Sirius. After all these long years that were finally together. How could she? How could she do this to him? Was she just thinking of revenge? He knew he had hurt her when he broke with her, but after all, it had been her fault, not his. Her dearest friend had tried to get him killed. And now, Setha had returned to gloat.
Hadn't he gone through hell and back for her? He had seen very soon that he had been mistaken about her and Sirius. But it was to late. He had turned away from the beauty of the world and became a Death-Eater, thinking that being evil would make him forget. But the more evil deeds he committed, the more he longed for her forgiveness. What he had done was irreparable; still he tried to make up for it by becoming a spy. He risked his life . always thinking of Setha's hurt expression when he had told her to leave him alone. He had broken her heart, and his.
But had he? If she was back for Sirius now, wasn't there a chance that they had always been together secretly? He wouldn't be able to stand seeing them happy together. Throwing the promise he had given to Dumbledore to the wind he swore that he would do everything to destroy Sirius. He would suffer and he'd beg for his death before it came. He'd give him to Voldemort, if it was the last thing he'd ever do. His jealousy consumed him, and all he saw was darkness around him. He didn't see the ray of hope that was still there for him and Setha. He didn't know that the love they had once shared was still alive, waiting to break free once again. He had no idea what Setha went through just a few floor above him. If only he had.
