Lose. Learn. Love.
(Prequel to Girl Forgotten)
This is Professor Snape's story. It is the prequel to Girl Forgotten (which won't be posted until this story is done). The beginning will be mostly an explanation of Snape's past (ie: his childhood, death-eater days, etc.), the middle will be some of him working through problems, etc. and the end will involve some heart thawing, and a new friend/possible love interest. Not like the others. The end will be a bit of a cliff-hanger, but all will be explained/continued eventually in Girl Forgotten. This is an all-around explanation as to why Snape is so nasty. And exploration into the true emotions that go on behind the tall, dark, handsome... *ahem* um, mysterious exterior. This whole story line is going to be an epic of monster proportion. After Girl Forgotten there will be another fic, I don't have the title, or much plot beyond the basics yet, but I will reveal more on that topic in Girl Forgotten. Anyway, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters/ settings/ plots in most of this story. Some of them are products of my imagination, but most belong to JK Rowling. If you seriously think I own them I suggest you seek counseling. That is all.
OK all you people reading this, I'm still new at writing fics so bear with me. While this is not my first fic (it's my 2nd), it is my first Harry Potter fic. I apologize in advance for misspellings and/or typos. If you spot any horrendous ones (ex: character name misspelled, etc.) let my know via review, but don't be mean! If you have any suggestions, questions, or comments, write them in a review. As always I am open to criticism, please keep it constructive though. Tell me what you think. REVIEW!
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Professor Severus Snape sat in front of the fire in the teachers lounge at Hogwarts. The high-backed armchair hid him from sight, save the hand that rested on the glass of Merlot on the table beside him. The firelight danced around the nearly blood-red liquid, casting red shadows on the pale hand encircling the stem and base loosely.
The distant, mysterious professor spent many such nights in the same fashion. So many, in fact, that his colleagues did not take any notice of him. In the beginning they had tried to talk to him, to get to know him. The majority of the teachers were close friends, as their colleagues were virtually the only adults that they came in contact with for the better part of a year. Snape, however, had remained aloof, and refused to assimilate with the group. His bitter demeanor and foul mood had worried them in the beginning, but upon voicing their concerns, they were met with a snide remark, or stinging comment. They didn't bother anymore.
Professor Snape smiled bitterly at the last thought. He had pushed them away forcefully, just as he pushed everyone away. He hadn't one friend or close family member. He was a loner. Snape was so immersed in his own bitter diatribes that he did not notice one face in the room looking at him with concern.
Professor Flitwick entered the room startling Snape out of his reverie. His eyes fell upon Professor Victoria Darcy. She was the new Defense Against Dark Arts teacher, and though he hated admitting it to himself, seemed more than capable of keeping the job. Indeed, the students loved her, the faculty respected her, Dumbledore favored her, and she knew her stuff. In fact, she was possibly even more knowledgeable in that area than Snape, though getting him to admit it would be like pulling teeth. She had even earned his grudging respect upon displaying a marvelous plethora of knowledge in potions. She was a wonder girl, seemingly good at everything, and always there to help others and make friends.
Despite this, she was a mystery. Like Snape, she revealed little, to no information about her past. No one knew where she came from, or who her parents were. All anyone knew was that she went to Hogwarts, then "studied abroad" after which she attended several magical universities where she obtained masteries in various areas. To everyone's surprise she had also received an extensive muggle education, including attending Harvard University and Law School, and Oxford University.
Snape met her eyes across the room and saw the concern and question in them. He sighed inwardly, if she was going to stay she had to learn. He scowled at her and turned back to the fire. A touch on his arm startled him and he turned to look up. Apparently Professor Darcy had not gotten the message from his scowl, because she was standing next to his chair looking down at him worried.
"Can I help you?" Snape asked coldly.
"Are you alright, you seem... sad, distant kind of...?" she merely said.
Snape was a little taken aback at this. A part of him was warmed, well thawed a little at her concern, but his dominant, surly self pushed that emotion away quickly.
"I am perfectly fine, thank you very much, and in fact I would appreciate it if you would stick your nub in somebody else's business and stay out of my life." he said in a tone that would have made ice cubes shiver.
Victoria's eyebrows shot up, but she did not seem hurt, or angry, in fact the words didn't seem to affect her at all, or she hid it well.
"Are you sure..." she persisted.
"Positive, now sod off," he said in a low menacing growl with special emphasis on the last two words.
'Doesn't this girl take a hint?' he thought to himself.
She gave him another puzzled look, but returned serenely to her seat. She was unperturbed by his mood, and obvious displeasure.
Suddenly, Snape realized that the room was dead silent. The entire faculty had stopped what they were doing to observe the exchange. It seemed as if everybody was holding their breath. Snape glared around the room and they quickly returned to what they had been doing.
Professor McGonagall peered cautiously at the young Miss. Victoria. She had never seen anybody act as she had towards Professor Snape, especially not a new teacher. Most kept their distance, and cowered under his glare. Never, had anyone approached him and enquired about his mood, save perhaps Dumbledore on occasion. But even he was hesitant to ask. Moreover, she was seemingly unaffected by his temper and all around nastiness.
Professor McGonagall looked around, as if to confirm her thoughts, and found the other teachers looking at Victoria in much the same fashion. She could easily tell that they were just as perplexed as her.
"Maybe there is hope after all," Professor McGonagall whispered to Professor Flitwick beside her. He nodded, looking at the new professor with new respect, then returned to his work.
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Later that night Dumbledore sat in his office listening to Minerva's recount of the whole incident. He chuckled at the look of sheer oblivion on her face. He did not think he had ever seen her wearing that expression.
"... and she just glided back to her chair and sat down. No emotion, no hurt, no.. anything!" she said in a frustrated huff. She gave a loud exasperated sigh, and crossed her arms, looking much like a child pouting at not receiving the candy he/she had desperately wanted.
Dumbledore sympathetically offered her the bag of lemon drops he had been holding, but he was unable to keep the glint of humor out of his eyes. McGonagall declined the lemon drops, and he merely shrugged and began laboriously prying apart two bright yellow drops that had stuck together. He chewed thoughtfully for several minutes as Minerva waited impatiently.
"Well! Aren't you going to say anything?" she finally asked.
"My dear, I think that change is coming on the wind. It's as simple as that. There is nothing we can do to either help or hinder it. We must simply sit back and watch how it plays out. This is between Professors Snape and Darcy now. I feel that this will be good for Severus. He needs someone, he is so lonely Minerva, though he won't admit it, I can see it. It may also be hard, he is going to have to revisit some things he has blocked away for many years. As for Victoria, well we may find out who she really is in the process. She has had a hard life too, though she has healed a bit more. I fear that the experience may reopen some of her old wounds, but it must be done for the two of them to completely heal." Dumbledore said slowly. He then returned his attention to the lemon drops in his lap.
"Do you have any idea what they are feeling, thinking, anything?" Minerva asked in desperation, "Do you know anything of their pasts?"
Dumbledore sighed and set the lemon drops down on his desk. He turned to McGonagall and fixed her with a grave expression.
"I'm afraid I can see very little into them. They are so guarded, and have mental and emotional defenses the highest I've ever seen. I am usually very good at reading people, and I know I seem to know an uncanny amount of information about everyone, but I know virtually nothing of Victoria, and not much more of Severus." He stated, "I'm sorry I can't help you further.
McGonagall sighed, looking defeated.
"That's all right Albus." She said with little enthusiasm.
He patted her hand sympathetically as she got up to leave.
"I'll tell you if anything else interesting happens," she called as she walked out of his office,
Dumbledore nodded, then returned to his lemon drops.
Well kiddies, what do you think so far? I'll get into the thicker plot with the next chapter, and revisit Snape's childhood. Updates will be roughly once a week, with a few exceptions for final exam week, and my trip to London (yeah!). Until then click that little button in the lower, left- hand corner, and send me a little review. PPPPPPLLLLLLEEEEEEAAAAAASSSSSSEEEEEE!!!!!!! (Thank you!)
(PS: I'm not sure I'm spelling McGonagall correctly, and am not at home so therefore have no access to the books to check it. If you know tell me. Thanks!)
This is Professor Snape's story. It is the prequel to Girl Forgotten (which won't be posted until this story is done). The beginning will be mostly an explanation of Snape's past (ie: his childhood, death-eater days, etc.), the middle will be some of him working through problems, etc. and the end will involve some heart thawing, and a new friend/possible love interest. Not like the others. The end will be a bit of a cliff-hanger, but all will be explained/continued eventually in Girl Forgotten. This is an all-around explanation as to why Snape is so nasty. And exploration into the true emotions that go on behind the tall, dark, handsome... *ahem* um, mysterious exterior. This whole story line is going to be an epic of monster proportion. After Girl Forgotten there will be another fic, I don't have the title, or much plot beyond the basics yet, but I will reveal more on that topic in Girl Forgotten. Anyway, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters/ settings/ plots in most of this story. Some of them are products of my imagination, but most belong to JK Rowling. If you seriously think I own them I suggest you seek counseling. That is all.
OK all you people reading this, I'm still new at writing fics so bear with me. While this is not my first fic (it's my 2nd), it is my first Harry Potter fic. I apologize in advance for misspellings and/or typos. If you spot any horrendous ones (ex: character name misspelled, etc.) let my know via review, but don't be mean! If you have any suggestions, questions, or comments, write them in a review. As always I am open to criticism, please keep it constructive though. Tell me what you think. REVIEW!
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Professor Severus Snape sat in front of the fire in the teachers lounge at Hogwarts. The high-backed armchair hid him from sight, save the hand that rested on the glass of Merlot on the table beside him. The firelight danced around the nearly blood-red liquid, casting red shadows on the pale hand encircling the stem and base loosely.
The distant, mysterious professor spent many such nights in the same fashion. So many, in fact, that his colleagues did not take any notice of him. In the beginning they had tried to talk to him, to get to know him. The majority of the teachers were close friends, as their colleagues were virtually the only adults that they came in contact with for the better part of a year. Snape, however, had remained aloof, and refused to assimilate with the group. His bitter demeanor and foul mood had worried them in the beginning, but upon voicing their concerns, they were met with a snide remark, or stinging comment. They didn't bother anymore.
Professor Snape smiled bitterly at the last thought. He had pushed them away forcefully, just as he pushed everyone away. He hadn't one friend or close family member. He was a loner. Snape was so immersed in his own bitter diatribes that he did not notice one face in the room looking at him with concern.
Professor Flitwick entered the room startling Snape out of his reverie. His eyes fell upon Professor Victoria Darcy. She was the new Defense Against Dark Arts teacher, and though he hated admitting it to himself, seemed more than capable of keeping the job. Indeed, the students loved her, the faculty respected her, Dumbledore favored her, and she knew her stuff. In fact, she was possibly even more knowledgeable in that area than Snape, though getting him to admit it would be like pulling teeth. She had even earned his grudging respect upon displaying a marvelous plethora of knowledge in potions. She was a wonder girl, seemingly good at everything, and always there to help others and make friends.
Despite this, she was a mystery. Like Snape, she revealed little, to no information about her past. No one knew where she came from, or who her parents were. All anyone knew was that she went to Hogwarts, then "studied abroad" after which she attended several magical universities where she obtained masteries in various areas. To everyone's surprise she had also received an extensive muggle education, including attending Harvard University and Law School, and Oxford University.
Snape met her eyes across the room and saw the concern and question in them. He sighed inwardly, if she was going to stay she had to learn. He scowled at her and turned back to the fire. A touch on his arm startled him and he turned to look up. Apparently Professor Darcy had not gotten the message from his scowl, because she was standing next to his chair looking down at him worried.
"Can I help you?" Snape asked coldly.
"Are you alright, you seem... sad, distant kind of...?" she merely said.
Snape was a little taken aback at this. A part of him was warmed, well thawed a little at her concern, but his dominant, surly self pushed that emotion away quickly.
"I am perfectly fine, thank you very much, and in fact I would appreciate it if you would stick your nub in somebody else's business and stay out of my life." he said in a tone that would have made ice cubes shiver.
Victoria's eyebrows shot up, but she did not seem hurt, or angry, in fact the words didn't seem to affect her at all, or she hid it well.
"Are you sure..." she persisted.
"Positive, now sod off," he said in a low menacing growl with special emphasis on the last two words.
'Doesn't this girl take a hint?' he thought to himself.
She gave him another puzzled look, but returned serenely to her seat. She was unperturbed by his mood, and obvious displeasure.
Suddenly, Snape realized that the room was dead silent. The entire faculty had stopped what they were doing to observe the exchange. It seemed as if everybody was holding their breath. Snape glared around the room and they quickly returned to what they had been doing.
Professor McGonagall peered cautiously at the young Miss. Victoria. She had never seen anybody act as she had towards Professor Snape, especially not a new teacher. Most kept their distance, and cowered under his glare. Never, had anyone approached him and enquired about his mood, save perhaps Dumbledore on occasion. But even he was hesitant to ask. Moreover, she was seemingly unaffected by his temper and all around nastiness.
Professor McGonagall looked around, as if to confirm her thoughts, and found the other teachers looking at Victoria in much the same fashion. She could easily tell that they were just as perplexed as her.
"Maybe there is hope after all," Professor McGonagall whispered to Professor Flitwick beside her. He nodded, looking at the new professor with new respect, then returned to his work.
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Later that night Dumbledore sat in his office listening to Minerva's recount of the whole incident. He chuckled at the look of sheer oblivion on her face. He did not think he had ever seen her wearing that expression.
"... and she just glided back to her chair and sat down. No emotion, no hurt, no.. anything!" she said in a frustrated huff. She gave a loud exasperated sigh, and crossed her arms, looking much like a child pouting at not receiving the candy he/she had desperately wanted.
Dumbledore sympathetically offered her the bag of lemon drops he had been holding, but he was unable to keep the glint of humor out of his eyes. McGonagall declined the lemon drops, and he merely shrugged and began laboriously prying apart two bright yellow drops that had stuck together. He chewed thoughtfully for several minutes as Minerva waited impatiently.
"Well! Aren't you going to say anything?" she finally asked.
"My dear, I think that change is coming on the wind. It's as simple as that. There is nothing we can do to either help or hinder it. We must simply sit back and watch how it plays out. This is between Professors Snape and Darcy now. I feel that this will be good for Severus. He needs someone, he is so lonely Minerva, though he won't admit it, I can see it. It may also be hard, he is going to have to revisit some things he has blocked away for many years. As for Victoria, well we may find out who she really is in the process. She has had a hard life too, though she has healed a bit more. I fear that the experience may reopen some of her old wounds, but it must be done for the two of them to completely heal." Dumbledore said slowly. He then returned his attention to the lemon drops in his lap.
"Do you have any idea what they are feeling, thinking, anything?" Minerva asked in desperation, "Do you know anything of their pasts?"
Dumbledore sighed and set the lemon drops down on his desk. He turned to McGonagall and fixed her with a grave expression.
"I'm afraid I can see very little into them. They are so guarded, and have mental and emotional defenses the highest I've ever seen. I am usually very good at reading people, and I know I seem to know an uncanny amount of information about everyone, but I know virtually nothing of Victoria, and not much more of Severus." He stated, "I'm sorry I can't help you further.
McGonagall sighed, looking defeated.
"That's all right Albus." She said with little enthusiasm.
He patted her hand sympathetically as she got up to leave.
"I'll tell you if anything else interesting happens," she called as she walked out of his office,
Dumbledore nodded, then returned to his lemon drops.
Well kiddies, what do you think so far? I'll get into the thicker plot with the next chapter, and revisit Snape's childhood. Updates will be roughly once a week, with a few exceptions for final exam week, and my trip to London (yeah!). Until then click that little button in the lower, left- hand corner, and send me a little review. PPPPPPLLLLLLEEEEEEAAAAAASSSSSSEEEEEE!!!!!!! (Thank you!)
(PS: I'm not sure I'm spelling McGonagall correctly, and am not at home so therefore have no access to the books to check it. If you know tell me. Thanks!)
