A/N The RED is the only new part.
Disclaimer you want a disclaimer? Okay this belongs to J.K. and you know it the other crappy stuff is mine. Now if you wouldn't mind please kindly get along with reading this interesting addition to my epic story. DU DUN DU.
Snape leered as he looked out upon the open grounds of Hogwarts from the great dining hall. His leer turned into a sneer and then into a grimace as he heard the footsteps of another. Expecting a wondering student he turned quickly on his heel to be almost face to face with Professor Vauns. She was gray all the way around from the silvery gray robes to the pale ashen tones of her face.
He looked into her bright sunny yellow eyes, and saw they still held something that was darker than the raven black hair atop his head. They were shadowed over at times as if in a deep memory long past and better wished forgotten. And then at other times they were brighter and cheerier than any Christmas Decoration, this which made Snape look away in disgust. He hated happiness and cheeriness but it seemed that her eyes were always in a silent battle to win and bring forth the kinder side that he had long ago locked away.
"A battle is won not with the fight but with the emotions put into the fight." She said in a distant and philosophical way. She was deep in thought and seemed that distant self in which Snape could talk to. Snape looked out over the wind smacked lawns and the bending trees his sable eyes deeply set with emotion.
She could hit his blind spot, the place inside of himself he wished to leave covered and buried. His battle was full of emotions and yet it seemed that whenever he tried to fight with them they were lost to him. He wished that she would tell him how to use that weapon which dwelled inside of him but he knew she would not. Her lips pursed and tightened as if she knew his wish and would not speak another word.
He sighed and looked at her sanguine hair was falling around her shoulders in many little curls. Her shoulders barely held up her cold cloths. Her bare shoulders dejectedly pointed out her collar bone was jetting out from under her skin. Tempting but Snape's resistance and self control kept his shaking hand beneath his robes. "I wouldn't know what it takes to fight a battle I have never tried. Maybe you can show me one day."
His nerves snapped, his heart broke his thoughts tumbled, into one another. A pure sense of venom stretched over his skin and tried to seep into his very bones. He couldn't stand how his heart throbbed against his skin, and tried to break into a million different pieces. His thoughts tumbled upon one and another, and meshed in a most un-Snape like way. He took a sharp intake of breath, the coldest air he had ever breathed in, and stepped back.
"Do you know what I came to tell you?" She asked her eyes colder than the air that surrounded him, and filled with more emotions than what was in his heart. Her face was impatient and saddened. She looked at him her eyes beginning to tear up.
"I have no idea. Would you like to tell me, please." He added as an after thought.
She smirked a smile that seemed unbidden and unwanted, yet a smite to his words. She pulled back the heavy sterling robe that flowed around her hand and touched his cheek casually. He saw her hand turn fire red, and deepen in color, it bruised purple and then dulled.
"It is a curse of immense proportion. It has been with me for since I can remember, but this you already know. What I need of you is to ask a favor. Dumbledore and Poppy are trying to find a cure for it but have not been successful. We were wondering if you could try and take my blood and decipher what it is." She sighed and placed her hands in her face. She despised herself, she grimaced and moaned a bit.
Snape stood straighter and pressed his lips firmly together. He was about to refuse when a tear bashidly fell from her unwilling eyes. She tried to wipe it away quickly, and looked up to find that she was too late. She turned her head her and began to walk away thinking that Snape thought her timorous and insipid. She was shocked to find his hand brush her cheek.
Not know exactly what he was doing Snape turned her around and pulled her into a long kiss. They held together for many long moments stretched beyond all thoughts and far beyond all beliefs. Their lips pressed firmly against once another's, for many long moments and then suddenly as if out of no where he felt the swell of her labium and the crack of her skin the trickle of blood that fell into his own mouth.
She pulled back deadly while, the color of her blood matching her hair. She blushed and sucked the blood into her mouth. With an air of snappish insolence he produced a jar and motioned her to bleed into the jar. "Drop it off at my class room in the morning." With that he quickly turned on his heel.
In his room he sulked. He went over the stupidest moment in his life repeatedly. He did not comprehend what he had just done or why. He could not understand the sudden urge that had come over him and he wondered over it all night long. Far into his dreams he found an even more confusing act in which he would never do in real life. A small clank of glass against stone awoke him from his sleep.
Vauns was there beside his door lightly placing the jar upon the ground. She was in complete darkness. Her bright hair was dulled by the closeness of the dark air, and the inky blackness that threatened to fill his heart. She shuddered as she stood straight an looked at him, thinking he was asleep with fulfilling dream. She quickly wiped away the sticky tears that ashamedly fell over her cheek, and left the room closing the door even lighter than she had laid the jar down.
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She watched the rain fall from the sky, the falls first rain, and though. She though hard and long hoping that her thoughts would mingle and her breath would come short, and finally her heart would stop beating. But it would not. Not unless she pressed a dagger into her womb, or used a curse which would discontinue her effervescence. But that she could not do. Even if she was to use a curse that would make her suspiration cease the pain would be to agonizing to imagine, and the curse that lambasted her soul along with body would bring her back from death to plague her.
She hated her life and wished it had ended with her mothers. When her mother had given birth to her life had expired. It had been stripped away from what her father called the most enanimated woman that had ever lived. Her father had lost hope, or that is what her grandparents had told her. He moved into his parent's home, and stopped working. Their mother's parents adopted her and her brother. By the age of one she was cursed. Her grandparents never got to hold her and her brother found tormenting his little sister would not be as enjoyable as it was for other little boys of his age.
Her father was dead, her mother was dead and her grandparents were dead and she rarely saw Thomas. She cried into her pillow and wept so hard the winds outside heard her cry, and bashed against the castle walls while trying to reach in and comfort her. That would not be her comfort though. The door to her back crept open and before she could get up and close it was lightly closed. Soon there was an indent in the soft mattress and a shuffle of blankets.
A bony hand crept across her covered stomach and warmth was pressed against her spine. She felt tightened at once. The body beside her calmed her with a warm hand on her back. No touching skin, no pain but she felt intruded upon, yet not. She was confused her emotions bundled in her heart and she could not tell why she was so angry. She just was.
"Stop crying." He whispered into her ear, in a warm and soothing voice. The feeling of Snape's warm breath upon her skin startled her senses and sent a shiver down her spine. Slowly he stroked her back the flat of his hand and smoothed tightened ligaments and tendons. "Relax." Soon her muscles felt like water and her tears had stopped in their track. Finally she fell asleep.
A/N It is a build up to the next chapter. You can see that Snape is cruel and snappish. He wishes nothing more than to be left alone with his potions and insanity yet it is his insanity that brings him closer to the darker side that she hides. There is a primal instinct that is forcible and controlling and yet they both know what they are doing. I already know the ending to this so don't worry. Thanks to all for writing and telling me what to do though I wish there were more. Please R&T. Fire, Ice, Praise! Anything but keep it on topic. My age is my own matter and so far it seems not to interfere with my writing. Thanx from the ever haunched over figure (due to computer) of Ami
Disclaimer you want a disclaimer? Okay this belongs to J.K. and you know it the other crappy stuff is mine. Now if you wouldn't mind please kindly get along with reading this interesting addition to my epic story. DU DUN DU.
Snape leered as he looked out upon the open grounds of Hogwarts from the great dining hall. His leer turned into a sneer and then into a grimace as he heard the footsteps of another. Expecting a wondering student he turned quickly on his heel to be almost face to face with Professor Vauns. She was gray all the way around from the silvery gray robes to the pale ashen tones of her face.
He looked into her bright sunny yellow eyes, and saw they still held something that was darker than the raven black hair atop his head. They were shadowed over at times as if in a deep memory long past and better wished forgotten. And then at other times they were brighter and cheerier than any Christmas Decoration, this which made Snape look away in disgust. He hated happiness and cheeriness but it seemed that her eyes were always in a silent battle to win and bring forth the kinder side that he had long ago locked away.
"A battle is won not with the fight but with the emotions put into the fight." She said in a distant and philosophical way. She was deep in thought and seemed that distant self in which Snape could talk to. Snape looked out over the wind smacked lawns and the bending trees his sable eyes deeply set with emotion.
She could hit his blind spot, the place inside of himself he wished to leave covered and buried. His battle was full of emotions and yet it seemed that whenever he tried to fight with them they were lost to him. He wished that she would tell him how to use that weapon which dwelled inside of him but he knew she would not. Her lips pursed and tightened as if she knew his wish and would not speak another word.
He sighed and looked at her sanguine hair was falling around her shoulders in many little curls. Her shoulders barely held up her cold cloths. Her bare shoulders dejectedly pointed out her collar bone was jetting out from under her skin. Tempting but Snape's resistance and self control kept his shaking hand beneath his robes. "I wouldn't know what it takes to fight a battle I have never tried. Maybe you can show me one day."
His nerves snapped, his heart broke his thoughts tumbled, into one another. A pure sense of venom stretched over his skin and tried to seep into his very bones. He couldn't stand how his heart throbbed against his skin, and tried to break into a million different pieces. His thoughts tumbled upon one and another, and meshed in a most un-Snape like way. He took a sharp intake of breath, the coldest air he had ever breathed in, and stepped back.
"Do you know what I came to tell you?" She asked her eyes colder than the air that surrounded him, and filled with more emotions than what was in his heart. Her face was impatient and saddened. She looked at him her eyes beginning to tear up.
"I have no idea. Would you like to tell me, please." He added as an after thought.
She smirked a smile that seemed unbidden and unwanted, yet a smite to his words. She pulled back the heavy sterling robe that flowed around her hand and touched his cheek casually. He saw her hand turn fire red, and deepen in color, it bruised purple and then dulled.
"It is a curse of immense proportion. It has been with me for since I can remember, but this you already know. What I need of you is to ask a favor. Dumbledore and Poppy are trying to find a cure for it but have not been successful. We were wondering if you could try and take my blood and decipher what it is." She sighed and placed her hands in her face. She despised herself, she grimaced and moaned a bit.
Snape stood straighter and pressed his lips firmly together. He was about to refuse when a tear bashidly fell from her unwilling eyes. She tried to wipe it away quickly, and looked up to find that she was too late. She turned her head her and began to walk away thinking that Snape thought her timorous and insipid. She was shocked to find his hand brush her cheek.
Not know exactly what he was doing Snape turned her around and pulled her into a long kiss. They held together for many long moments stretched beyond all thoughts and far beyond all beliefs. Their lips pressed firmly against once another's, for many long moments and then suddenly as if out of no where he felt the swell of her labium and the crack of her skin the trickle of blood that fell into his own mouth.
She pulled back deadly while, the color of her blood matching her hair. She blushed and sucked the blood into her mouth. With an air of snappish insolence he produced a jar and motioned her to bleed into the jar. "Drop it off at my class room in the morning." With that he quickly turned on his heel.
In his room he sulked. He went over the stupidest moment in his life repeatedly. He did not comprehend what he had just done or why. He could not understand the sudden urge that had come over him and he wondered over it all night long. Far into his dreams he found an even more confusing act in which he would never do in real life. A small clank of glass against stone awoke him from his sleep.
Vauns was there beside his door lightly placing the jar upon the ground. She was in complete darkness. Her bright hair was dulled by the closeness of the dark air, and the inky blackness that threatened to fill his heart. She shuddered as she stood straight an looked at him, thinking he was asleep with fulfilling dream. She quickly wiped away the sticky tears that ashamedly fell over her cheek, and left the room closing the door even lighter than she had laid the jar down.
:::
She watched the rain fall from the sky, the falls first rain, and though. She though hard and long hoping that her thoughts would mingle and her breath would come short, and finally her heart would stop beating. But it would not. Not unless she pressed a dagger into her womb, or used a curse which would discontinue her effervescence. But that she could not do. Even if she was to use a curse that would make her suspiration cease the pain would be to agonizing to imagine, and the curse that lambasted her soul along with body would bring her back from death to plague her.
She hated her life and wished it had ended with her mothers. When her mother had given birth to her life had expired. It had been stripped away from what her father called the most enanimated woman that had ever lived. Her father had lost hope, or that is what her grandparents had told her. He moved into his parent's home, and stopped working. Their mother's parents adopted her and her brother. By the age of one she was cursed. Her grandparents never got to hold her and her brother found tormenting his little sister would not be as enjoyable as it was for other little boys of his age.
Her father was dead, her mother was dead and her grandparents were dead and she rarely saw Thomas. She cried into her pillow and wept so hard the winds outside heard her cry, and bashed against the castle walls while trying to reach in and comfort her. That would not be her comfort though. The door to her back crept open and before she could get up and close it was lightly closed. Soon there was an indent in the soft mattress and a shuffle of blankets.
A bony hand crept across her covered stomach and warmth was pressed against her spine. She felt tightened at once. The body beside her calmed her with a warm hand on her back. No touching skin, no pain but she felt intruded upon, yet not. She was confused her emotions bundled in her heart and she could not tell why she was so angry. She just was.
"Stop crying." He whispered into her ear, in a warm and soothing voice. The feeling of Snape's warm breath upon her skin startled her senses and sent a shiver down her spine. Slowly he stroked her back the flat of his hand and smoothed tightened ligaments and tendons. "Relax." Soon her muscles felt like water and her tears had stopped in their track. Finally she fell asleep.
A/N It is a build up to the next chapter. You can see that Snape is cruel and snappish. He wishes nothing more than to be left alone with his potions and insanity yet it is his insanity that brings him closer to the darker side that she hides. There is a primal instinct that is forcible and controlling and yet they both know what they are doing. I already know the ending to this so don't worry. Thanks to all for writing and telling me what to do though I wish there were more. Please R&T. Fire, Ice, Praise! Anything but keep it on topic. My age is my own matter and so far it seems not to interfere with my writing. Thanx from the ever haunched over figure (due to computer) of Ami