Odd Memories
Snape takes a fall down the stairs and wakes up thinking he is someone else... A Short Story
Severus Snape was angry. Not that it wasn't unusual being a teacher but, Neville Longbottom had created such an explosion in his second hour class he was considering moving class rooms or better yet retiring and moving south. He had yelled and even gone to the headmaster about expelling the little twit. Dumbledore had merely said that he was young and mistakes happen...humph HE didn't have to clean this bloody mess up. He walked around his blackened, broken, classroom bending down hear and they're trying to salvage and clean up as best he could. There was now a large hole in the floor where Neville and Herminie Granger had sat. He did manage to throw them to safety in time, but ARGGG. he was wondering weather a life sentence in Akzaban was worth watching Longbottom plunge to his doom...it was sourly tempting. He summoned a large cardboard box, carefully using his wand to place broken vials of strange and rare liquids that had shattered due to the explosion. Grunting with effort the hoisted the box up and began to walk up the stairs towards his private offices. Liquid dripped precariously from the bottom up the box. Walking and unable to see, he slipped on the third stair...
"Severus?" the voice swam in and out of his hearing.
"Oh, Dear look at what happens to him when he works himself up like this over a wee little accident." Madam Pomfrey scolded. "He needs a vacation Headmaster."
"Yes, Yes Poppy we will... ahem...see about that when he wakes up."
Snape opened his eyes, blinking four or five times, then looked around as confused as ever.
"What? wgher...?"
"My Boy, you took quite a spill there." Dumbledore said. "How are you feeling Severus?"
"Who's Sev..rus? Where in the hell am I?? Who are you?" He asked getting his powers of speech back and he began to claw his way out of bed suddenly.
"Oh dear, er... Severus, you should take it easy. I dismissed your last class." Dumbledore said. "Oh, in a way you would have liked too...well.let me think now. What did I say?" He mumbled to himself.
"Uh...well I'm feeling better now, so I can go back to work. That was a nasty fall I should be more careful near the props." Snape said as though amused with himself.
"Well, ah ...Severus if you don't mind me asking...what are props?
"First off Richard, you don't have to call me "Severus" when were not shooting.a plain Alan will do just fine." He laughed and sat up.
"Well...Dumbledore said, my name is not Richard its Albus. Albus Dumbledore. He seemed to consider his words for a moment. "Severus.what are you talking about? Has this fall addled your brains? Is there someone named Richard you want to talk too? A student perhaps?"
The black haired man arched his eyebrow, "come now Richard, lets not be ridiculous I...damn look at the time. I have to be going." He jumped up out of bed and swayed on his feet for a moment.
"Where do you think your going Severus?" Dumbledore asked in an exasperated growl. Snape stopped and said with a sigh, "I am NOT Severus, I am ALAN. Bloody hell Richard what are you thinking? I hope this isn't some kind of new rehearsal technique you thought up." He added starting towards the door again.
"Wait...Sev-I mean Alan...ah...just humor me and tell me.please.a little bit about your self?" Asked Dumbledore almost blocking the passage out of the infirmary.
"Oh, fine. What do you want to know that you don't already Richard? You know I hate journalist, I hope this isn't a new hobby?" Snape stated sarcastically.
"What's your full name? He turned whispering for Madam Pomfrey to get him a piece of paper. "For starts...ah sev-Alan."
He sighed turned around sat in a chair and said "Alan Rickman. Actor extraordinaire and ah no, that's not part of my name I just added that for jest." He forced a smile. "Well.er.can I go now Richard, if it's fine with you, that is?" Irritation now heavy in his voice he moved towards the door.
Dumbledore sighed knowing it was for Snape's own good, "stupefy!" Eyes rolling up into his head, Snape's body stopped dead in its tracks. Gravity clearly having its way with him, with a muffled grunt he hit the floor. Madam Pomfrey quickly grabbing his collar before his head hit the floor. Looking down Dumbledore said "Poppy, if he wakes up himself or not, bring him to my office or direct him the way to go. He ordered plainly. "I have much work to do." Without another word he turned and left the infirmary.
Meanwhile.in the dungeon class room.
"Where is that bloody Snape? We've been waitin' here for over an hour!" Said Ron indignantly. "Don't think this is a test, do you Harry?" Ron gulped. "I don't know what the crazy git is doing! Maybe we should just leave?" Harry mused.
"Well Mr. Potter, it seems you can indeed. Dumbledore said appearing. "Professor Snape had an engagement to attend too today and he will not be teaching. So please all of you, tell your housemates you have the Potions Period off today." With a twinkle in his eyes he left as abruptly as he came.
"Wonder what that's about?" Ron said curiously. "DON'T even think about it Ron!" Herminie chimed quickly while they left the classroom.
"Ah, coming around are we, my dear?" Madam Pomfrey cooed to Snape. He groaned and asked for a black coffee. She pulled out her wand tapping the table. At once it appeared there, piping hot in a green mug. Had he been awake he would have been amazed, but he was groggy and needed a pick me up, fast. "We do have something faster than caffeine, you know?" Picking up a bottle of Pepper-up potion she poured a few drops in his coffee. "There! She said gratified with her work. That should do it for you." She turned and left as a boy with a budger implanted in his leg came in, slinging blood and swears.
After a few moments the coffee did its work. He was wide-awake with some serious doubts if he really was where he THOUGHT he was. Looking to see if the plump lady who looked acted a lot like a nurse was around. She was busy. "Good, he thought to himself. Now I can get to my dressing room and out of this twilight zone." He walked out of the Infirmary so not to draw attention to himself. A huge arctic ceiling as far as the eye could see ran above him and children everywhere.
TO be continued in a few days.so stick around
Snape takes a fall down the stairs and wakes up thinking he is someone else... A Short Story
Severus Snape was angry. Not that it wasn't unusual being a teacher but, Neville Longbottom had created such an explosion in his second hour class he was considering moving class rooms or better yet retiring and moving south. He had yelled and even gone to the headmaster about expelling the little twit. Dumbledore had merely said that he was young and mistakes happen...humph HE didn't have to clean this bloody mess up. He walked around his blackened, broken, classroom bending down hear and they're trying to salvage and clean up as best he could. There was now a large hole in the floor where Neville and Herminie Granger had sat. He did manage to throw them to safety in time, but ARGGG. he was wondering weather a life sentence in Akzaban was worth watching Longbottom plunge to his doom...it was sourly tempting. He summoned a large cardboard box, carefully using his wand to place broken vials of strange and rare liquids that had shattered due to the explosion. Grunting with effort the hoisted the box up and began to walk up the stairs towards his private offices. Liquid dripped precariously from the bottom up the box. Walking and unable to see, he slipped on the third stair...
"Severus?" the voice swam in and out of his hearing.
"Oh, Dear look at what happens to him when he works himself up like this over a wee little accident." Madam Pomfrey scolded. "He needs a vacation Headmaster."
"Yes, Yes Poppy we will... ahem...see about that when he wakes up."
Snape opened his eyes, blinking four or five times, then looked around as confused as ever.
"What? wgher...?"
"My Boy, you took quite a spill there." Dumbledore said. "How are you feeling Severus?"
"Who's Sev..rus? Where in the hell am I?? Who are you?" He asked getting his powers of speech back and he began to claw his way out of bed suddenly.
"Oh dear, er... Severus, you should take it easy. I dismissed your last class." Dumbledore said. "Oh, in a way you would have liked too...well.let me think now. What did I say?" He mumbled to himself.
"Uh...well I'm feeling better now, so I can go back to work. That was a nasty fall I should be more careful near the props." Snape said as though amused with himself.
"Well, ah ...Severus if you don't mind me asking...what are props?
"First off Richard, you don't have to call me "Severus" when were not shooting.a plain Alan will do just fine." He laughed and sat up.
"Well...Dumbledore said, my name is not Richard its Albus. Albus Dumbledore. He seemed to consider his words for a moment. "Severus.what are you talking about? Has this fall addled your brains? Is there someone named Richard you want to talk too? A student perhaps?"
The black haired man arched his eyebrow, "come now Richard, lets not be ridiculous I...damn look at the time. I have to be going." He jumped up out of bed and swayed on his feet for a moment.
"Where do you think your going Severus?" Dumbledore asked in an exasperated growl. Snape stopped and said with a sigh, "I am NOT Severus, I am ALAN. Bloody hell Richard what are you thinking? I hope this isn't some kind of new rehearsal technique you thought up." He added starting towards the door again.
"Wait...Sev-I mean Alan...ah...just humor me and tell me.please.a little bit about your self?" Asked Dumbledore almost blocking the passage out of the infirmary.
"Oh, fine. What do you want to know that you don't already Richard? You know I hate journalist, I hope this isn't a new hobby?" Snape stated sarcastically.
"What's your full name? He turned whispering for Madam Pomfrey to get him a piece of paper. "For starts...ah sev-Alan."
He sighed turned around sat in a chair and said "Alan Rickman. Actor extraordinaire and ah no, that's not part of my name I just added that for jest." He forced a smile. "Well.er.can I go now Richard, if it's fine with you, that is?" Irritation now heavy in his voice he moved towards the door.
Dumbledore sighed knowing it was for Snape's own good, "stupefy!" Eyes rolling up into his head, Snape's body stopped dead in its tracks. Gravity clearly having its way with him, with a muffled grunt he hit the floor. Madam Pomfrey quickly grabbing his collar before his head hit the floor. Looking down Dumbledore said "Poppy, if he wakes up himself or not, bring him to my office or direct him the way to go. He ordered plainly. "I have much work to do." Without another word he turned and left the infirmary.
Meanwhile.in the dungeon class room.
"Where is that bloody Snape? We've been waitin' here for over an hour!" Said Ron indignantly. "Don't think this is a test, do you Harry?" Ron gulped. "I don't know what the crazy git is doing! Maybe we should just leave?" Harry mused.
"Well Mr. Potter, it seems you can indeed. Dumbledore said appearing. "Professor Snape had an engagement to attend too today and he will not be teaching. So please all of you, tell your housemates you have the Potions Period off today." With a twinkle in his eyes he left as abruptly as he came.
"Wonder what that's about?" Ron said curiously. "DON'T even think about it Ron!" Herminie chimed quickly while they left the classroom.
"Ah, coming around are we, my dear?" Madam Pomfrey cooed to Snape. He groaned and asked for a black coffee. She pulled out her wand tapping the table. At once it appeared there, piping hot in a green mug. Had he been awake he would have been amazed, but he was groggy and needed a pick me up, fast. "We do have something faster than caffeine, you know?" Picking up a bottle of Pepper-up potion she poured a few drops in his coffee. "There! She said gratified with her work. That should do it for you." She turned and left as a boy with a budger implanted in his leg came in, slinging blood and swears.
After a few moments the coffee did its work. He was wide-awake with some serious doubts if he really was where he THOUGHT he was. Looking to see if the plump lady who looked acted a lot like a nurse was around. She was busy. "Good, he thought to himself. Now I can get to my dressing room and out of this twilight zone." He walked out of the Infirmary so not to draw attention to himself. A huge arctic ceiling as far as the eye could see ran above him and children everywhere.
TO be continued in a few days.so stick around