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Authoritrix Notes: Couldn't stay away from the computer, I think I like
this stupid machine. PLEASE READ THE AUTHORS EXPLANATION BEFORE THIS
CHAPTER [I promise to upload it asap..sorry my computer's crap]. I'd also
like to think Kitsune_Arashi, I know hun', I made it that way on
purpose..that's one of the reasons its AU. Thank you for reviewing me,
anyhow.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything like Harry Potter. I'm as close to owning Harry Potter as I am to being the Queen of Holland. And I'm pretty Dutch, but I'm still not a queen of any sorts. Harry Potter belongs to the fine J.K.Rowling.
Rating/Key: I'll keep it at pg-13 until I get psychotic!
" "--Dialog // \\ --Memories ' ' --Thoughts
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UNTITLED
Chapter 2: "Mistakes"
By-TRSolarCat/RocketSolarCat
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Severus Snape had not been walking down the darkened corridor for very long when he began to hear another set of footsteps echoing out of sync with his own. He stopped abruptly, immediately thinking of Tom Riddle.
Tom Riddle whose eyes were frighteningly strange and filled with some sort of hidden malice. Snape had seen it before, though he knew not where, he knew what someone with those eyes had the capabilities of doing.
Just thinking of that, brought a chill to Snape.
What if this person following him was indeed Tom? He thought, speeding up his pace, in his hands still tightly clutched the necklace dangled in his fingers loosely. Turning a corner to his dismay he found nothing but a dead end, holding only a burgundy framed portrait shoved onto a rusty nail in the corner. For a moment his eyes kept staring at the picture, blank expressions in them, until he remembered he was being followed.
Snape took one look at the necklace then slowly tucked it back into the safety of his robes where it was out of view. Then turned on his heels, as the echoing foot steps finally stopped:
He seen an older man, with a long curling beard a smile on the man's face, he stepped towards Severus. The man was carrying a small candle, when it shone upon both their faces, Snape recognized the man.
"Professor Dumbledore?" Snape muttered in his melancholy voice, though inside him the dark-haired boy was very grateful it was his professor and not Tom.
"Yes, son, it's good to see that it's only you, Mr. Snape." Smiling the professor with the familiar twinkle in his eyes, Snape had seen this many times during class. Dumbledore looked suddenly saddened when Snape returned his attempted joyful manner with a stoic frown,"Let me ask you, Mr. Snape, what are you doing out of the Great Hall?"
Through Snape's hair, he looked into the man's eyes, the kindest eyes Snape had ever seen before and wanting Dumbledore to look away or do anything so he couldn't see those eyes. Something tightened in his stomach as he answered,"I didn't feel well."
"Ah! I see, on your way to the Hospital Wing?"Professor Dumbledore gave another smile,"Well I was on my way there as well. All for the better, we can accompany one another."
Without leaving much room for an argument, Snape felt it was useless to pressure the conversation more, following the old professor out of the corridor. The two had gotten very far before either of them spoke, but as they turned into a unlighted corridor Snape got closer to the dim candle light, then Dumbledore asked,"Something bothering you, Mr. Snape?"
"Not really."Snape leaned down, the black veil of hair covered his face, he wasn't a good liar. Then he heard a grunt of disapproval from his companion before Dumbledore stopped completely, leaving Snape several steps in front of him in the darkness.
"Snape."
"It's just. I can't seem to make any friends, Professor."He confessed, as he stood with his face in the darkness, reaching up to the part of the robes where the necklace was located. He held on to it through the material of his robes, then he went on,"I don't think I'll ever make any in this place."
"Nonsense!"Dumbledore walked on, catching up with Snape he put a hand on the boy's shoulder. Within the candle light it was clear to Dumbledore that Snape was deeply upset although he couldn't see the full extent of Snape's face,"Why wouldn't you make any friends? Just give it time and--"
"I won't! Because my mother was a squib!"Snape yelled it sounded cracked from the anguish in his voice. Snape couldn't stop the tears this time, many times in the past he had been able to, but not after this tender subject was brought up, though he was the one whom brought it up.
Dumbledore realized Snape was indeed crying, switching hands in which the candle was held he draped an arm around the boy. Feeling Snape flinch under his arm, he finally understood what was troubling the boy so much,"Snape...Now who said anything about that? You should know by now, haven't I said it enough in class: It doesn't matter what your parents are, or where you've come from. It only matters about what you do with your life that sets you a part from the others."
Snape's head tilted up to see Dumbledore; his raven hair fell from his face, a searching look in his damp eyes.
At last they reached the entrance to the nurse's office, through the entrance a blond-haired middle aged woman looked up from the book she was reading. Setting it down upon her lap,"May I help you, Professor?"
"Hold on,"Dumbledore waved her away with a slight gesture, turning to the black-haired boy,"You really didn't need to go here, did you, Mr. Snape?"
Snape hesitated before speaking in a low mutter of a voice,"No, Sir."
"I knew this, Severus,"The silver-haired man replied, then Snape's head shot up his face looked as if Dumbledore had insulted him somehow.
"Then why did you....?"Snape began,"Professor, I'm...Goodnight."
"Take care of yourself, Snape."Dumbledore's eyes saddened as Snape turned away to leave. The boy's shoulders were in a slump as he disappeared into the darkness of the halls again. Though no one could hear him the old professor continued, as if Snape was still there to hear his almost whispering voice,"You've done it for many years I can tell by your eyes. But for how well? You may not want to speak of anything, Snape, pretend nothing is wrong. I've seen people do it, but at what cost?"
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Dumbledore may not have known it, but Snape had still heard his message to its finish from the darkness of the halls. Severus was hidden well in the black of the hall, and simply just stood listening to the professor until his words died off. Snape had kept the words in his thought, pondering on them, as he lay in bed not able to get any rest. He gave a tight grip to his pillow pushing his head into it.
"For many years."He sighed as he pulled the covers over his head finally closing his eyes. Kicking his feet out the ends needlessly before he pulled himself into a ball.
Deep into the night he awoke with a jerk. Some unseen Nightmare galloped into his room, just leaving him in a furious dash just before his eyes re-opened. A single word lingered on his lips though he couldn't remember why,"...Remember."
He breathed the word again to himself, slowly uncurling. Covered in sweat he wiped it from his face; noticing on the nightstand was the emerald necklace. Bright in the darkness of the room shining the necklace gave a dull light on his face. Squinting he reached out for it, as he grabbed its golden chain the dull green faded and the room was dark again.
He sat up glanced at it once more, before kicking his feet out the swirling mess of sheets entangling his feet. He rose sitting at the edge of the bed with the amulet in the palm of his wet hands,"Remember? What?"
Rising with weak knees he stumbled through the darkened room, into the Slytherin Common Room. Gazing at the clock whose numbers was only visible through the moonlight seeping through the curtains adjacent to it. He plopped down into a chair, warily his eyes moved around the room. Snakes riddled the room; even the fabric was a dark green with spirals in its design to mimic a snake's coil. The lamp across from Snape had two snakes back to back arched up ready to strike, above their head was the shade also an odd colored green.
Snape had always wanted a snake. Naturally his father disapproved, so he got a tawny brown owl named Andvarinaut instead. Andvarinaut hadn't given him anything this month, Snape remembered, as he yawned again, slowly closing his eyes, his last thought was on if were to have gotten another pet. How he wanted a snake, one he could name all for his own, he even gave this future 'snake' a name: Wyrd.
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"Bloody hell."
"What is-s-s-s it this-s-s time?"
Snape slowly opened his eyes, hearing two voices. One a low hissing utterance resembling a serpents hiss and the other sounded familiar but the boy couldn't place it. Through the darkness of the room, he spied a shapeless figure appear in the doorway connecting the Commons to the Dormitory. Severus watched silently as the shadow moved from the doorway into the room at a drunken slow pace.
"You should know, what is the point of getting up early, again? Tell me that. That blasted muggle-loving--! He's always watching now, that blasted Hagrid is gone."Whispered the other in a calm voice in a reply to an unseen second.
Snape wondered where the other person was, as he only seen one figure in the black room.
"Tom, Tom....calm down now. We'll take care of him s-s-s-soon enough along with that other...."Hissed the other in a husky mocking voice.
'Tom!' Snape's head screamed, as he suddenly felt his arms tighten, he drew his knees up soundlessly hoping that Tom wouldn't see him in the night of the room.
Silently watching Tom Riddle stumble about the room as drunken man, might have amused Snape, had he not been in fear that the seventh year was up to something. Up to something, he didn't want others to hear. The black- haired boy's eyes shot about the room, searching for the other person to which Tom was conspiring. Yet the boy saw no other person.
"Why him? Why not let the Snape-boy go, he's nothing important is he? What happened wasn't anything I need to be concerned with," Tom muttered off-handedly groping through the dark; his hand fell upon the lampshade. Feeling his way down to the chain.
"You s-s-say that and yet, you wonder don't you?"
Hearing the click of the light, Snape knew it was all over.
His eye's slanted from the bright light of the lamp they so quickly took in, when the rush of new light faded Snape seen the brown-haired seventeen-year-old before him. Tom's dreary eyes were over-taken with a new look of shock, as he realized his mistake.
"You...."Stuttered Tom, in a dumbstruck tone. Snape felt himself go numb as he seen Tom's face quickly change to the polar opposite; A sneer come over Tom's face as he repeated the word with a different tone,"You."
Snape didn't know what to say, instead he let the first thing that came to his mind escape his lips, "I didn't hear anything!"
Severus scrambled quickly trying to get out of the chair, not caring if the other person in the room caught him, though he knew not where the other person was. Just as long as he got away from Tom, he didn't care. As he began to climb out of the chair his footing slipped and he fell into the chair's arm, striking his nose into the wooden arm. A hot stream of blood seeped from his nose; the pain was only an afterthought, as he felt something hot on the back of his head. Goosebumps only had several seconds to form, before Snape was thrown into the chair again, facing forward once again.
Draping his arms over the back of the chair; Tom loomed over the now trapped Snape.
"Did anyone ever tell you:.....You aren't a very creative liar." Tom slowly asked, the sneer was still there on his face.
"I've heard it before." Snape was wide-eyed,"Sir."
"Where?"Tom asked smiling once more. As his arm fell off the chair absent-mindedly then he put it near his own face glancing at his fingers.
"I don't know--."Snape honestly didn't know the answer. Yet he was sure he heard it somewhere before.
// You're the worst liar I've ever heard, Severus! Do you know where liars go? I'll tell you--! \\ A voice screamed inside his head. Playing like a broken record inside him, the voice seemed louder when it came to his name. His head was suddenly heavy. Falling forward only a second before he jerked back, reality hit Snape again.
"I said I didn't know!" Snape yelled, jerked away, feeling something warm on the back of his head. Tom's hand was there; almost supporting the younger boy's head, but his intention was clearly not that-his hand tightened in Snape's raven hair as he tried to jerk the other way. Pulling Snape back against the chair, he took his other under the boy's throat.
"Now, Severus no need to yell." Laughed Tom, giving Snape another squeeze around the neck, seeing his face through the mass of hair. Tears in the black-haired boy's eyes, a pain-stricken face, Tom gave a twisted smile before continuing,"Lets see what can we do about this mess? It's not as if you heard anything important except maybe when Vol--."
Biting his lip Tom stopped, a vexed look on his face,"No. I won't do that. I feel we should get something out of the way.....Let me make something clear to you, Snape."
Only then did Tom let go of Snape, sliding his hand over to the chair to rest on its arm. On the brink of consciousness Snape felt his lungs explode with air once more, and drew in huge ragged breaths.
"You don't speak of so much as seeing me or hearing me. I refuse to sink so low as to threaten you Severus, especially after I almost killed you, just now. Wouldn't you agree? Or would you prefer I threaten you just in case you get some idea in your head that you can somehow get away from me. Say something, Severus, if you think you can get away from me."
With his breathing almost back to normal, Snape didn't move as the older boy's hand let his hair fall loose. Tom's fingers went through his hair, took an unnecessary trail down the side of his face. Stopping there Tom grabbed his face tilting it up towards him, whipping a salty tear from the corner of Snape's eye. "Understand?"
"I....do...Sir."
"That's a good boy. I don't want to be against you, Snape, I don't want to drive you away. You'd make a very fine servant of Lord Voldemort one day." Tom let go, backing slowly away, his fingers were smudged with Snape's blood, he reached over with two fingers delicately pulling the lamp chain. Leaving Snape in the dark to ponder one of the many questions he just accumulated.
'Voldemort?'
Shaking Snape fell back into the chair, curling up into a tight ball. Soaked in blood pouring from his nose and his own tears his hand fell over the necklace again. His eyes grew wide as he realized something was different with it:
Broken.
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Authoritrix notes:
[MYTHOLOGY]
*Andvarinaut is a cursed ring in NORSE mythology belonging to many owners it brought them much fortune yet left them all doomed in the end. Belonging first to a dwarf named Andvari whom cursed the ring after Loki (God of Fire) and Odin killed his son Otter, mistakingly. Andvari decided the price of his son's death was to be paid back in enough gold as could fill Otter's skin. The skin of Otter however could stretch in its size. Once defeated [I don't know in great detail how], Andvari gave up all his treasure stored underground, and in his anger created the cursed ring, Advarinaut.
*Wyrd [Urd] is the NORSE goddess of the past. With their other too "sisters" Verdandi [Belldandi] and Skoll [Skuld].
Just thought you'd like to know. Well, anyhow plz r/r me! I like people.
Next Chapter: "That Which is Broken/Libraries"
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything like Harry Potter. I'm as close to owning Harry Potter as I am to being the Queen of Holland. And I'm pretty Dutch, but I'm still not a queen of any sorts. Harry Potter belongs to the fine J.K.Rowling.
Rating/Key: I'll keep it at pg-13 until I get psychotic!
" "--Dialog // \\ --Memories ' ' --Thoughts
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UNTITLED
Chapter 2: "Mistakes"
By-TRSolarCat/RocketSolarCat
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Severus Snape had not been walking down the darkened corridor for very long when he began to hear another set of footsteps echoing out of sync with his own. He stopped abruptly, immediately thinking of Tom Riddle.
Tom Riddle whose eyes were frighteningly strange and filled with some sort of hidden malice. Snape had seen it before, though he knew not where, he knew what someone with those eyes had the capabilities of doing.
Just thinking of that, brought a chill to Snape.
What if this person following him was indeed Tom? He thought, speeding up his pace, in his hands still tightly clutched the necklace dangled in his fingers loosely. Turning a corner to his dismay he found nothing but a dead end, holding only a burgundy framed portrait shoved onto a rusty nail in the corner. For a moment his eyes kept staring at the picture, blank expressions in them, until he remembered he was being followed.
Snape took one look at the necklace then slowly tucked it back into the safety of his robes where it was out of view. Then turned on his heels, as the echoing foot steps finally stopped:
He seen an older man, with a long curling beard a smile on the man's face, he stepped towards Severus. The man was carrying a small candle, when it shone upon both their faces, Snape recognized the man.
"Professor Dumbledore?" Snape muttered in his melancholy voice, though inside him the dark-haired boy was very grateful it was his professor and not Tom.
"Yes, son, it's good to see that it's only you, Mr. Snape." Smiling the professor with the familiar twinkle in his eyes, Snape had seen this many times during class. Dumbledore looked suddenly saddened when Snape returned his attempted joyful manner with a stoic frown,"Let me ask you, Mr. Snape, what are you doing out of the Great Hall?"
Through Snape's hair, he looked into the man's eyes, the kindest eyes Snape had ever seen before and wanting Dumbledore to look away or do anything so he couldn't see those eyes. Something tightened in his stomach as he answered,"I didn't feel well."
"Ah! I see, on your way to the Hospital Wing?"Professor Dumbledore gave another smile,"Well I was on my way there as well. All for the better, we can accompany one another."
Without leaving much room for an argument, Snape felt it was useless to pressure the conversation more, following the old professor out of the corridor. The two had gotten very far before either of them spoke, but as they turned into a unlighted corridor Snape got closer to the dim candle light, then Dumbledore asked,"Something bothering you, Mr. Snape?"
"Not really."Snape leaned down, the black veil of hair covered his face, he wasn't a good liar. Then he heard a grunt of disapproval from his companion before Dumbledore stopped completely, leaving Snape several steps in front of him in the darkness.
"Snape."
"It's just. I can't seem to make any friends, Professor."He confessed, as he stood with his face in the darkness, reaching up to the part of the robes where the necklace was located. He held on to it through the material of his robes, then he went on,"I don't think I'll ever make any in this place."
"Nonsense!"Dumbledore walked on, catching up with Snape he put a hand on the boy's shoulder. Within the candle light it was clear to Dumbledore that Snape was deeply upset although he couldn't see the full extent of Snape's face,"Why wouldn't you make any friends? Just give it time and--"
"I won't! Because my mother was a squib!"Snape yelled it sounded cracked from the anguish in his voice. Snape couldn't stop the tears this time, many times in the past he had been able to, but not after this tender subject was brought up, though he was the one whom brought it up.
Dumbledore realized Snape was indeed crying, switching hands in which the candle was held he draped an arm around the boy. Feeling Snape flinch under his arm, he finally understood what was troubling the boy so much,"Snape...Now who said anything about that? You should know by now, haven't I said it enough in class: It doesn't matter what your parents are, or where you've come from. It only matters about what you do with your life that sets you a part from the others."
Snape's head tilted up to see Dumbledore; his raven hair fell from his face, a searching look in his damp eyes.
At last they reached the entrance to the nurse's office, through the entrance a blond-haired middle aged woman looked up from the book she was reading. Setting it down upon her lap,"May I help you, Professor?"
"Hold on,"Dumbledore waved her away with a slight gesture, turning to the black-haired boy,"You really didn't need to go here, did you, Mr. Snape?"
Snape hesitated before speaking in a low mutter of a voice,"No, Sir."
"I knew this, Severus,"The silver-haired man replied, then Snape's head shot up his face looked as if Dumbledore had insulted him somehow.
"Then why did you....?"Snape began,"Professor, I'm...Goodnight."
"Take care of yourself, Snape."Dumbledore's eyes saddened as Snape turned away to leave. The boy's shoulders were in a slump as he disappeared into the darkness of the halls again. Though no one could hear him the old professor continued, as if Snape was still there to hear his almost whispering voice,"You've done it for many years I can tell by your eyes. But for how well? You may not want to speak of anything, Snape, pretend nothing is wrong. I've seen people do it, but at what cost?"
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Dumbledore may not have known it, but Snape had still heard his message to its finish from the darkness of the halls. Severus was hidden well in the black of the hall, and simply just stood listening to the professor until his words died off. Snape had kept the words in his thought, pondering on them, as he lay in bed not able to get any rest. He gave a tight grip to his pillow pushing his head into it.
"For many years."He sighed as he pulled the covers over his head finally closing his eyes. Kicking his feet out the ends needlessly before he pulled himself into a ball.
Deep into the night he awoke with a jerk. Some unseen Nightmare galloped into his room, just leaving him in a furious dash just before his eyes re-opened. A single word lingered on his lips though he couldn't remember why,"...Remember."
He breathed the word again to himself, slowly uncurling. Covered in sweat he wiped it from his face; noticing on the nightstand was the emerald necklace. Bright in the darkness of the room shining the necklace gave a dull light on his face. Squinting he reached out for it, as he grabbed its golden chain the dull green faded and the room was dark again.
He sat up glanced at it once more, before kicking his feet out the swirling mess of sheets entangling his feet. He rose sitting at the edge of the bed with the amulet in the palm of his wet hands,"Remember? What?"
Rising with weak knees he stumbled through the darkened room, into the Slytherin Common Room. Gazing at the clock whose numbers was only visible through the moonlight seeping through the curtains adjacent to it. He plopped down into a chair, warily his eyes moved around the room. Snakes riddled the room; even the fabric was a dark green with spirals in its design to mimic a snake's coil. The lamp across from Snape had two snakes back to back arched up ready to strike, above their head was the shade also an odd colored green.
Snape had always wanted a snake. Naturally his father disapproved, so he got a tawny brown owl named Andvarinaut instead. Andvarinaut hadn't given him anything this month, Snape remembered, as he yawned again, slowly closing his eyes, his last thought was on if were to have gotten another pet. How he wanted a snake, one he could name all for his own, he even gave this future 'snake' a name: Wyrd.
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"Bloody hell."
"What is-s-s-s it this-s-s time?"
Snape slowly opened his eyes, hearing two voices. One a low hissing utterance resembling a serpents hiss and the other sounded familiar but the boy couldn't place it. Through the darkness of the room, he spied a shapeless figure appear in the doorway connecting the Commons to the Dormitory. Severus watched silently as the shadow moved from the doorway into the room at a drunken slow pace.
"You should know, what is the point of getting up early, again? Tell me that. That blasted muggle-loving--! He's always watching now, that blasted Hagrid is gone."Whispered the other in a calm voice in a reply to an unseen second.
Snape wondered where the other person was, as he only seen one figure in the black room.
"Tom, Tom....calm down now. We'll take care of him s-s-s-soon enough along with that other...."Hissed the other in a husky mocking voice.
'Tom!' Snape's head screamed, as he suddenly felt his arms tighten, he drew his knees up soundlessly hoping that Tom wouldn't see him in the night of the room.
Silently watching Tom Riddle stumble about the room as drunken man, might have amused Snape, had he not been in fear that the seventh year was up to something. Up to something, he didn't want others to hear. The black- haired boy's eyes shot about the room, searching for the other person to which Tom was conspiring. Yet the boy saw no other person.
"Why him? Why not let the Snape-boy go, he's nothing important is he? What happened wasn't anything I need to be concerned with," Tom muttered off-handedly groping through the dark; his hand fell upon the lampshade. Feeling his way down to the chain.
"You s-s-say that and yet, you wonder don't you?"
Hearing the click of the light, Snape knew it was all over.
His eye's slanted from the bright light of the lamp they so quickly took in, when the rush of new light faded Snape seen the brown-haired seventeen-year-old before him. Tom's dreary eyes were over-taken with a new look of shock, as he realized his mistake.
"You...."Stuttered Tom, in a dumbstruck tone. Snape felt himself go numb as he seen Tom's face quickly change to the polar opposite; A sneer come over Tom's face as he repeated the word with a different tone,"You."
Snape didn't know what to say, instead he let the first thing that came to his mind escape his lips, "I didn't hear anything!"
Severus scrambled quickly trying to get out of the chair, not caring if the other person in the room caught him, though he knew not where the other person was. Just as long as he got away from Tom, he didn't care. As he began to climb out of the chair his footing slipped and he fell into the chair's arm, striking his nose into the wooden arm. A hot stream of blood seeped from his nose; the pain was only an afterthought, as he felt something hot on the back of his head. Goosebumps only had several seconds to form, before Snape was thrown into the chair again, facing forward once again.
Draping his arms over the back of the chair; Tom loomed over the now trapped Snape.
"Did anyone ever tell you:.....You aren't a very creative liar." Tom slowly asked, the sneer was still there on his face.
"I've heard it before." Snape was wide-eyed,"Sir."
"Where?"Tom asked smiling once more. As his arm fell off the chair absent-mindedly then he put it near his own face glancing at his fingers.
"I don't know--."Snape honestly didn't know the answer. Yet he was sure he heard it somewhere before.
// You're the worst liar I've ever heard, Severus! Do you know where liars go? I'll tell you--! \\ A voice screamed inside his head. Playing like a broken record inside him, the voice seemed louder when it came to his name. His head was suddenly heavy. Falling forward only a second before he jerked back, reality hit Snape again.
"I said I didn't know!" Snape yelled, jerked away, feeling something warm on the back of his head. Tom's hand was there; almost supporting the younger boy's head, but his intention was clearly not that-his hand tightened in Snape's raven hair as he tried to jerk the other way. Pulling Snape back against the chair, he took his other under the boy's throat.
"Now, Severus no need to yell." Laughed Tom, giving Snape another squeeze around the neck, seeing his face through the mass of hair. Tears in the black-haired boy's eyes, a pain-stricken face, Tom gave a twisted smile before continuing,"Lets see what can we do about this mess? It's not as if you heard anything important except maybe when Vol--."
Biting his lip Tom stopped, a vexed look on his face,"No. I won't do that. I feel we should get something out of the way.....Let me make something clear to you, Snape."
Only then did Tom let go of Snape, sliding his hand over to the chair to rest on its arm. On the brink of consciousness Snape felt his lungs explode with air once more, and drew in huge ragged breaths.
"You don't speak of so much as seeing me or hearing me. I refuse to sink so low as to threaten you Severus, especially after I almost killed you, just now. Wouldn't you agree? Or would you prefer I threaten you just in case you get some idea in your head that you can somehow get away from me. Say something, Severus, if you think you can get away from me."
With his breathing almost back to normal, Snape didn't move as the older boy's hand let his hair fall loose. Tom's fingers went through his hair, took an unnecessary trail down the side of his face. Stopping there Tom grabbed his face tilting it up towards him, whipping a salty tear from the corner of Snape's eye. "Understand?"
"I....do...Sir."
"That's a good boy. I don't want to be against you, Snape, I don't want to drive you away. You'd make a very fine servant of Lord Voldemort one day." Tom let go, backing slowly away, his fingers were smudged with Snape's blood, he reached over with two fingers delicately pulling the lamp chain. Leaving Snape in the dark to ponder one of the many questions he just accumulated.
'Voldemort?'
Shaking Snape fell back into the chair, curling up into a tight ball. Soaked in blood pouring from his nose and his own tears his hand fell over the necklace again. His eyes grew wide as he realized something was different with it:
Broken.
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Authoritrix notes:
[MYTHOLOGY]
*Andvarinaut is a cursed ring in NORSE mythology belonging to many owners it brought them much fortune yet left them all doomed in the end. Belonging first to a dwarf named Andvari whom cursed the ring after Loki (God of Fire) and Odin killed his son Otter, mistakingly. Andvari decided the price of his son's death was to be paid back in enough gold as could fill Otter's skin. The skin of Otter however could stretch in its size. Once defeated [I don't know in great detail how], Andvari gave up all his treasure stored underground, and in his anger created the cursed ring, Advarinaut.
*Wyrd [Urd] is the NORSE goddess of the past. With their other too "sisters" Verdandi [Belldandi] and Skoll [Skuld].
Just thought you'd like to know. Well, anyhow plz r/r me! I like people.
Next Chapter: "That Which is Broken/Libraries"