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 7 - Lost Hope
Severus Snape was walking through the corridors of Hogwarts. He had just heard of the incident between Malfoy and Potter, and was now on his way to Professor Stuart to confront her. He dreaded this, and would have loved to put it off a little longer. But it seemed that Setha had declared war, war on Slytherin. And after all he was still Head of Slytherin House.
Still, every time he saw Setha it was as if someone drove a dagger into his heart. He had passed her twice in the morning, she, talking to another teacher at both times, hadn't seen him, or at least, hadn't shown any sign of it. Or had she been ignoring him?
By now he was sure that she had only played with his feelings those years ago while he had been madly in love with her. And still was. He could feel it distinctly. He longed to see her, longed to hear her voice, longed to touch her. Hadn't he suffered enough already? He had become a spy, yes; he had turned against Voldemort at his height. And this he hadn't done because his bad conscience was forcing him to do so. No! He had done it because of this tiny ray of hope in his heart, hope that Setha could forgive him one day. That he could be with her once again. Now he repented the things he had done in his days as a Death Eater and through his work against the Dark Lord tried to gain at least a little forgiveness.
But now, Setha had re-appeared in his life. A short moment he had thought that his dream might yet come true. No, his hope had been in vain. She never ever intended to give him any kind of chance, on the contrary.
When he arrived in front of Setha's office door he heard her voice, her sweet voice, talking to someone. He couldn't understand the exact word but she seemed to be anxious about something. And then he heard the reply. It was a deep voice that answered, a voice that he had heard for the last time only two years ago ... Lupin. Setha was having a conversation with her dear old friend Remus it seemed.
And suddenly he understood. Where Remus was, Sirius was to be near at hand. And Remus wasn't too happy about the reunion of the lovers of old it seemed. Or was he? But that didn't really matter to Severus. Until now he couldn't be sure. But now his suspicion had been confirmed. Yes, Sirius was around and he was with Setha. Hatred grew in Severus' heart at the mere thought of the two being together.
As silent as possible he retreated to from where he had just come. He knew just what to do now. Yes, first he would get rid of Sirius, his enemy of old. And then he would make Setha suffer, yes; she would suffer before the end. Thus, thoughts crept back into his mind that he long ago had banned from it: revenge, death, murder ...
Before he reached his office, there was no trace left of any hope or dream in his heart. Just the stinging love he still felt for a woman who had never seen anything in him than a bug, not even worse crushing. But in due time he would kill this feeling, yes, once he got his revenge. And as if his thoughts could travel the dark powers that were felt that another Death Eater was ripe for picking, ripe to finally succeed in a goal so many had failed before him. The Dark Mark on Severus' arm began to burn, but to him it was little more that tickling.
When he was sure to be unwatched he entered the Dark Forrest and once he was out of the Hogwarts grounds he apparated to his old and new master.
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A Love Lost - and Refound?
Chapter 7 - Lost Hope
Severus Snape was walking through the corridors of Hogwarts. He had just heard of the incident between Malfoy and Potter, and was now on his way to Professor Stuart to confront her. He dreaded this, and would have loved to put it off a little longer. But it seemed that Setha had declared war, war on Slytherin. And after all he was still Head of Slytherin House.
Still, every time he saw Setha it was as if someone drove a dagger into his heart. He had passed her twice in the morning, she, talking to another teacher at both times, hadn't seen him, or at least, hadn't shown any sign of it. Or had she been ignoring him?
By now he was sure that she had only played with his feelings those years ago while he had been madly in love with her. And still was. He could feel it distinctly. He longed to see her, longed to hear her voice, longed to touch her. Hadn't he suffered enough already? He had become a spy, yes; he had turned against Voldemort at his height. And this he hadn't done because his bad conscience was forcing him to do so. No! He had done it because of this tiny ray of hope in his heart, hope that Setha could forgive him one day. That he could be with her once again. Now he repented the things he had done in his days as a Death Eater and through his work against the Dark Lord tried to gain at least a little forgiveness.
But now, Setha had re-appeared in his life. A short moment he had thought that his dream might yet come true. No, his hope had been in vain. She never ever intended to give him any kind of chance, on the contrary.
When he arrived in front of Setha's office door he heard her voice, her sweet voice, talking to someone. He couldn't understand the exact word but she seemed to be anxious about something. And then he heard the reply. It was a deep voice that answered, a voice that he had heard for the last time only two years ago ... Lupin. Setha was having a conversation with her dear old friend Remus it seemed.
And suddenly he understood. Where Remus was, Sirius was to be near at hand. And Remus wasn't too happy about the reunion of the lovers of old it seemed. Or was he? But that didn't really matter to Severus. Until now he couldn't be sure. But now his suspicion had been confirmed. Yes, Sirius was around and he was with Setha. Hatred grew in Severus' heart at the mere thought of the two being together.
As silent as possible he retreated to from where he had just come. He knew just what to do now. Yes, first he would get rid of Sirius, his enemy of old. And then he would make Setha suffer, yes; she would suffer before the end. Thus, thoughts crept back into his mind that he long ago had banned from it: revenge, death, murder ...
Before he reached his office, there was no trace left of any hope or dream in his heart. Just the stinging love he still felt for a woman who had never seen anything in him than a bug, not even worse crushing. But in due time he would kill this feeling, yes, once he got his revenge. And as if his thoughts could travel the dark powers that were felt that another Death Eater was ripe for picking, ripe to finally succeed in a goal so many had failed before him. The Dark Mark on Severus' arm began to burn, but to him it was little more that tickling.
When he was sure to be unwatched he entered the Dark Forrest and once he was out of the Hogwarts grounds he apparated to his old and new master.
