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Rowling so deal!
Its really depressing to see that no one reads my story, well hey I read my story, I like my story, it explains my life. Though its still depressing to see I get no reviews for my hard work that no one reads. People suck, but I will continue writing to the end.
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As we dance our silk clad bodies
Across the endless sea of time
Who of us will know will notice the oddities
Who of us will notice we no longer move with reason or rhyme
We shall be as nameless and faceless as we would have ourselves to be
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Chapter 4 No one said it would be easy
Severus Snape sat in his study, brooding over a tumbler of brandy, deep in thought he sat, unaware of the world around him. His head rested on his arm propped up by his elbow, which rested on the wing of his chair.
It had been nearly three weeks since the arrival of his former lovers 'clone' three weeks in which the two worked together, her sharing some of her own secrets, him skeptical every time, but finding out she was never wrong.
It was now early August, students would arrive in a fortnights time destroying his peace, and ruining what was shaping up to be a summer he might even be able to call 'pleasant'.
So here he sat, contemplating his situation, the moment he saw Melanie it was like seeing her mother 16 years ago. He was twice Melanie's age for Merlin's sake!
But he couldn't help but harbor feelings for the young girl. "Not like I have a chance," He muttered bitterly to himself. "Gods what am I thinking?" He hurled his glass at the wall and watched as it shattered into thousands of pieces. (A/N looking for a more satisfying crunch? lol sorry!)
He stood up and paced the length of the room, head in his hands. "Could things get any worse?" He asked sarcastically out loud. Just as he was about to pour himself another glass of brandy, his forearm burned with a pain of one thousand knifes.
"Lovely, Just what I needed." He spat, as he grabbed his cloak and mask, and headed out to the grounds, brandy long forgotten.
When Severus arrived at the doorstop of Albus Dumbldore at the age of 22, this was part of the agreement of the two.
Dumbldore wouldn't turn him in, if he used his Potions skills for a good use and Severus would still attend to meetings staying in the inner circle, to attain knowledge of the dark side and he would report back to Dumbldore to help the Order of the Phoenix.
After Harry Potters 4th year, Voldermolt became skeptical of Snape's loyalty, therefore banishing him from the inner circle. Only recently was he able to make it back into the small group of death eaters. The information, was usually very useful, sometimes more than others.
But now as Snape apparated to the newest place of hiding, he had only one thought on his usually numb mind, Melanie.
As he walked toward the group of 8 or so death eaters he easily recognized many of the members, Avery, McNair, Crabbe, Goyle and Malfoy. He sighed as he pulled his mask in place. He stepped up in between Malfoy and Avery; he stood attentive never moving never speaking.
"Well Snape, it took you long enough" Malfoy drawled in a snobbish manner
"You try getting away from that school without raising suspicion, especially with that old fool on guard, Malfoy" Snape snarled still unmoving.
"Point taken." Malfoy said with a swish of his hand. He closed the conversation as they turned to see Voldermolt enter the clearing, which appeared to be an old cemetery.
"Good Evening, my faithful servants." Voldermolt droned with a serpent like air "This meeting is to be short, I have no time to waste" He looked around at his masked colony. "Severus, come to me."
Severus walked with poise to where Voldermolt stood; he dropped to his knees, and removed him mask setting it on the ground. He then kissed the hem of Voldermolt's robes before rising up to look Voldermolt in the eye. "Master" Severus stated coolly before backing up a few steps.
"Yes, I need a potion from you, a tracking potion, it is an ancient recipe that hasn't been used in hundreds of years, this potion will not require anything from the one who is to be tracked, but you will need a simple incantation, which I myself found. I am quite sure you have heard of this potion hmm?" Voldermolt's eye twitched and Severus tried not to flinch
"Yes my lord, I have, The Desnite of Inflarino, but who are we trying to track may I ask?" He asked with the least sense of disgust he could muster.
"Ahh Severus the ever curious I see tonight. A young girl, whom of which could be a lot of use to us," He cackled evilly "A young girl of the name Melanie Regal, he parents were killed some three weeks ago and I have yet to find her since"
With this, a wash of emotions ran through his mind, but he never let it show. "I need the potion in a months time, exactly a month" Voldermolt stated before glaring,
"But master that potion will take over 3 months to brew, to find the ingredients is hard enough-"
"SILENCE" he snipped "You will have it or you will die" Voldermolt was about to turn around but then decided against it, he pulled out his wand and aimed it at Severus "Crucio! You have one month, may that be your reminder."
Severus fell to the ground twitching in the pain of one thousand daggers stabbing him all over his body, his body racked with tremors. As Voldermolt was walking off her added one more, dark curse aimed at Severus for fun, again his body was on fire as he lay on the cold earth sewn ground.
"Malfoy take Severus back to Hogwarts, NOW!" Snape heard Voldermolt order. At that moment Severus blacked out, very thankful the dark was willing to help him escape the pain.
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Melanie strolled aimlessly down the corridors, she liked exploring and this castle gave new meaning to the word. Three weeks ago her parents left her, three weeks ago her life dramatically changed. Here she was in the Wizarding School her mother grew up in. It saddened her immensely to think she would never be able to see her mother again.
She remembered her session with Snape earlier in the day, a conversation of muggle cold remedies compared to ones of a Wizarding community. Now he was an example of a very stubborn man. She remembered talking to Minevira McGonagall; she said he was a very unpleasant man, one with a dreary past, and a lack of social skills.
She was actually quite fond of him herself; he was witty and extremely smart. And if she could say so for herself he was really quite handsome. She blushed at the thought what would her mother think! 'Wait oh yeah she used to be in love with this guy, if she knew it would probably make her go berserk!' she chuckled at the thought.
Melanie was cooping very well for a 16-year-old girl, who just lost her parents and was placed in another world all together.
This was when Melanie realized, that she left her bag in the Potions room she was in earlier. "Shit!" she exclaimed out loud, very annoyed she took off in the direct of Severus' chambers, for she knew that the classroom would be locked.
She ran a hand through her hair and sighed, 'I could just get it tomorrow' she considered the idea, but then she realized she was already in front of his door. 'I might as well if I'm already here'
She raised her hand to knock, but then realized the door was already open, 'strange very un-Sev like' she tenitivilly pushed on the door, "Severus?" she called, a little more than scared. "Severus?" she called a little louder this time, she walked in and gasped.
There lay Severus on the floor, sprawled out in front of the fireplace very unconscious and very bleeding. She quickly ran to him and dropped to her knees, she bend over him and saw blood running from his scalp. She heard him mumble something un-audible.
She pulled her hair back in a messy ponytail behind her head in order to get it out of the way. She quickly scanned him for any other injuries, tremors at that moment took over his body and he jerked away from her touch as his body started to shake.
She touched his cheek as his body went limp; she pulled him into her lap so she could see if she could help. She noticed a gash on the back of his head and took a sharp intake of breath. She touched it lightly and looked at her fingers, they were covered in blood. She bit her lip in a feeble attempt to regain composure.
She closed her eyes and pictured the blood and the cut; she saw the cut mend itself again and again and again. She squeezed her eyes shut and a tear fell from one eye, it traveled down her cheek on onto his head.
She opened her eyes to see if the gash healed itself, she grazed over it lightly and sighed in triumph. No longer bleeding, she moved his body off hers; if he stayed unconscious she could move him onto his bed. She closed her eyes and used the same process to move him through the room and onto the green silk bed.
Tremors once again took over his body; she saw the pain etch itself out on his face. She sat down next to him on his bed unsure of what else she could do. A stray lock of hair fell in his eyes, and she moved it behind his ear letting her touch linger on his cheek. She bit her lip again; she didn't want to leave him alone, until he woke up.
She stood up and paced the length of the room, she sighed 'I cant leave him' she sat down next to the bed and leaned against the wall. She looked up at his sleeping form; she could help but think how peaceful he looked. If she only knew the demons he faced.
With that last though lingering she let her eyes close and her head droop, she yawned and sprawled out on the floor resting her head on her arm, she curled up in a ball and fell asleep.
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Severus awoke the next morning, he remembered having a horrible headache last night, but now it was nothing more than a dull ache. He opened his eyes and blinked several times, he stared up at the ceiling of his bedchambers. 'How in gods name did I get here?' he asked himself, 'First I go to get a headache potion and some gauze and a dreamless draught next think I know I'm in bed'
He lazily stretched and realized he was still in his robes; he shook his head and turned to get out of bed, when he realized he wasn't alone. Sprawled out on his floor was Melanie curled up in a tight ball. He rubbed his eyes in an attempt to remember what happened inevitably he was clueless.
Her hair fell in her face, blocking most of his view. One hand tucked securely underneath her stomach the other cradling her head; her knees were brought up to her chest. He watched her nuzzle her arm and yawn. She opened her eyes and stretched, exposing part of her midriff to him. She sleepily sat up and shook her head. She blinked 4 or 5 times before she realized where she was. Instinctively she raised her head and looked to the bed.
Black and green collided and mixed.
"Morning" She yawned before laying back down on his floor.
"Mind telling me why you are in my chambers and no less sleeping on my floor?" He asked, eyebrow raised in question.
She looked at him as if she forgot herself, "Oh" she yawned again "I came to get my bag, I left it in your classroom and I knew it wasn't open," She ran a hand through her hair and shook her head "I came to your chambers and I realized the door was not only unlocked but open, I called to you, but you didn't answer."
Fear crossed the face of the Potions master "And?" he asked
"You were out cold on the floor, you were bleeding." she looked up at him "I was worried so I healed you, you had a bad gash on the back of your head you know."
This was what Severus feared, "So I then moved you to your bed and I didn't want to leave you so I just fell asleep."
Snape covered his face with his hands. "OUT now" he spat bitterly
"But I only-"
"GET OUT NOW!" he raged, Melanie picked herself off the ground and ran, she looked back once she reached the door way her face covered in tears. His face a bitter mask, showing nothing but cruelty and hate.
Walking
Waiting
Alone without a care
Hoping
Hating
Things that I can't bear
Did you think it's cool
To walk right up
And take my life
And fuck it up
Well did you?
I see hell in your eyes
Taken in by surprise
Touching you makes me feel alive
Touching you makes me die inside
I hate you
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Melanie ran back to her chambers and slammed the door, 'How dare he! He could have died and after all that I did ungrateful bastard!' She wiped her face and decided a shower would do her some good.
Se stripped her clothes off one item at a time; she glanced sideways in the mirror as she did this. She wasn't ugly but she wasn't absolutely gorgeous either. Her legs were slightly too long, she was a little too skinny from her newly found eating habits, her eyes were too wide, her nose too pointy, her cheek bones were too high and her chest could use some growing.
She ran a hand through her hair and sighed, "stupid to think anyone would like me, sometimes I think I'm better off alone" She stepped in the shower for a long awaited washing. She could deal with the matters of her heart later on. _________________________________________________________________________
Well, I couldn't help but be reminded of Dr. Evil when I was writing Voldermolt I don't know why but it just made me burst out laughing! I would love to introduce Voldie and the gang to hot pockets, hot pockets rule.
Lyrics complimentary of 'The Queen of the Damned Soundtrack', hmm what to happen what to happen, I should update by the end of this weekend so sit tight.
Review please!
Its really depressing to see that no one reads my story, well hey I read my story, I like my story, it explains my life. Though its still depressing to see I get no reviews for my hard work that no one reads. People suck, but I will continue writing to the end.
But you should still comment!
As we dance our silk clad bodies
Across the endless sea of time
Who of us will know will notice the oddities
Who of us will notice we no longer move with reason or rhyme
We shall be as nameless and faceless as we would have ourselves to be
___________________________________________________________________
Chapter 4 No one said it would be easy
Severus Snape sat in his study, brooding over a tumbler of brandy, deep in thought he sat, unaware of the world around him. His head rested on his arm propped up by his elbow, which rested on the wing of his chair.
It had been nearly three weeks since the arrival of his former lovers 'clone' three weeks in which the two worked together, her sharing some of her own secrets, him skeptical every time, but finding out she was never wrong.
It was now early August, students would arrive in a fortnights time destroying his peace, and ruining what was shaping up to be a summer he might even be able to call 'pleasant'.
So here he sat, contemplating his situation, the moment he saw Melanie it was like seeing her mother 16 years ago. He was twice Melanie's age for Merlin's sake!
But he couldn't help but harbor feelings for the young girl. "Not like I have a chance," He muttered bitterly to himself. "Gods what am I thinking?" He hurled his glass at the wall and watched as it shattered into thousands of pieces. (A/N looking for a more satisfying crunch? lol sorry!)
He stood up and paced the length of the room, head in his hands. "Could things get any worse?" He asked sarcastically out loud. Just as he was about to pour himself another glass of brandy, his forearm burned with a pain of one thousand knifes.
"Lovely, Just what I needed." He spat, as he grabbed his cloak and mask, and headed out to the grounds, brandy long forgotten.
When Severus arrived at the doorstop of Albus Dumbldore at the age of 22, this was part of the agreement of the two.
Dumbldore wouldn't turn him in, if he used his Potions skills for a good use and Severus would still attend to meetings staying in the inner circle, to attain knowledge of the dark side and he would report back to Dumbldore to help the Order of the Phoenix.
After Harry Potters 4th year, Voldermolt became skeptical of Snape's loyalty, therefore banishing him from the inner circle. Only recently was he able to make it back into the small group of death eaters. The information, was usually very useful, sometimes more than others.
But now as Snape apparated to the newest place of hiding, he had only one thought on his usually numb mind, Melanie.
As he walked toward the group of 8 or so death eaters he easily recognized many of the members, Avery, McNair, Crabbe, Goyle and Malfoy. He sighed as he pulled his mask in place. He stepped up in between Malfoy and Avery; he stood attentive never moving never speaking.
"Well Snape, it took you long enough" Malfoy drawled in a snobbish manner
"You try getting away from that school without raising suspicion, especially with that old fool on guard, Malfoy" Snape snarled still unmoving.
"Point taken." Malfoy said with a swish of his hand. He closed the conversation as they turned to see Voldermolt enter the clearing, which appeared to be an old cemetery.
"Good Evening, my faithful servants." Voldermolt droned with a serpent like air "This meeting is to be short, I have no time to waste" He looked around at his masked colony. "Severus, come to me."
Severus walked with poise to where Voldermolt stood; he dropped to his knees, and removed him mask setting it on the ground. He then kissed the hem of Voldermolt's robes before rising up to look Voldermolt in the eye. "Master" Severus stated coolly before backing up a few steps.
"Yes, I need a potion from you, a tracking potion, it is an ancient recipe that hasn't been used in hundreds of years, this potion will not require anything from the one who is to be tracked, but you will need a simple incantation, which I myself found. I am quite sure you have heard of this potion hmm?" Voldermolt's eye twitched and Severus tried not to flinch
"Yes my lord, I have, The Desnite of Inflarino, but who are we trying to track may I ask?" He asked with the least sense of disgust he could muster.
"Ahh Severus the ever curious I see tonight. A young girl, whom of which could be a lot of use to us," He cackled evilly "A young girl of the name Melanie Regal, he parents were killed some three weeks ago and I have yet to find her since"
With this, a wash of emotions ran through his mind, but he never let it show. "I need the potion in a months time, exactly a month" Voldermolt stated before glaring,
"But master that potion will take over 3 months to brew, to find the ingredients is hard enough-"
"SILENCE" he snipped "You will have it or you will die" Voldermolt was about to turn around but then decided against it, he pulled out his wand and aimed it at Severus "Crucio! You have one month, may that be your reminder."
Severus fell to the ground twitching in the pain of one thousand daggers stabbing him all over his body, his body racked with tremors. As Voldermolt was walking off her added one more, dark curse aimed at Severus for fun, again his body was on fire as he lay on the cold earth sewn ground.
"Malfoy take Severus back to Hogwarts, NOW!" Snape heard Voldermolt order. At that moment Severus blacked out, very thankful the dark was willing to help him escape the pain.
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Melanie strolled aimlessly down the corridors, she liked exploring and this castle gave new meaning to the word. Three weeks ago her parents left her, three weeks ago her life dramatically changed. Here she was in the Wizarding School her mother grew up in. It saddened her immensely to think she would never be able to see her mother again.
She remembered her session with Snape earlier in the day, a conversation of muggle cold remedies compared to ones of a Wizarding community. Now he was an example of a very stubborn man. She remembered talking to Minevira McGonagall; she said he was a very unpleasant man, one with a dreary past, and a lack of social skills.
She was actually quite fond of him herself; he was witty and extremely smart. And if she could say so for herself he was really quite handsome. She blushed at the thought what would her mother think! 'Wait oh yeah she used to be in love with this guy, if she knew it would probably make her go berserk!' she chuckled at the thought.
Melanie was cooping very well for a 16-year-old girl, who just lost her parents and was placed in another world all together.
This was when Melanie realized, that she left her bag in the Potions room she was in earlier. "Shit!" she exclaimed out loud, very annoyed she took off in the direct of Severus' chambers, for she knew that the classroom would be locked.
She ran a hand through her hair and sighed, 'I could just get it tomorrow' she considered the idea, but then she realized she was already in front of his door. 'I might as well if I'm already here'
She raised her hand to knock, but then realized the door was already open, 'strange very un-Sev like' she tenitivilly pushed on the door, "Severus?" she called, a little more than scared. "Severus?" she called a little louder this time, she walked in and gasped.
There lay Severus on the floor, sprawled out in front of the fireplace very unconscious and very bleeding. She quickly ran to him and dropped to her knees, she bend over him and saw blood running from his scalp. She heard him mumble something un-audible.
She pulled her hair back in a messy ponytail behind her head in order to get it out of the way. She quickly scanned him for any other injuries, tremors at that moment took over his body and he jerked away from her touch as his body started to shake.
She touched his cheek as his body went limp; she pulled him into her lap so she could see if she could help. She noticed a gash on the back of his head and took a sharp intake of breath. She touched it lightly and looked at her fingers, they were covered in blood. She bit her lip in a feeble attempt to regain composure.
She closed her eyes and pictured the blood and the cut; she saw the cut mend itself again and again and again. She squeezed her eyes shut and a tear fell from one eye, it traveled down her cheek on onto his head.
She opened her eyes to see if the gash healed itself, she grazed over it lightly and sighed in triumph. No longer bleeding, she moved his body off hers; if he stayed unconscious she could move him onto his bed. She closed her eyes and used the same process to move him through the room and onto the green silk bed.
Tremors once again took over his body; she saw the pain etch itself out on his face. She sat down next to him on his bed unsure of what else she could do. A stray lock of hair fell in his eyes, and she moved it behind his ear letting her touch linger on his cheek. She bit her lip again; she didn't want to leave him alone, until he woke up.
She stood up and paced the length of the room, she sighed 'I cant leave him' she sat down next to the bed and leaned against the wall. She looked up at his sleeping form; she could help but think how peaceful he looked. If she only knew the demons he faced.
With that last though lingering she let her eyes close and her head droop, she yawned and sprawled out on the floor resting her head on her arm, she curled up in a ball and fell asleep.
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Severus awoke the next morning, he remembered having a horrible headache last night, but now it was nothing more than a dull ache. He opened his eyes and blinked several times, he stared up at the ceiling of his bedchambers. 'How in gods name did I get here?' he asked himself, 'First I go to get a headache potion and some gauze and a dreamless draught next think I know I'm in bed'
He lazily stretched and realized he was still in his robes; he shook his head and turned to get out of bed, when he realized he wasn't alone. Sprawled out on his floor was Melanie curled up in a tight ball. He rubbed his eyes in an attempt to remember what happened inevitably he was clueless.
Her hair fell in her face, blocking most of his view. One hand tucked securely underneath her stomach the other cradling her head; her knees were brought up to her chest. He watched her nuzzle her arm and yawn. She opened her eyes and stretched, exposing part of her midriff to him. She sleepily sat up and shook her head. She blinked 4 or 5 times before she realized where she was. Instinctively she raised her head and looked to the bed.
Black and green collided and mixed.
"Morning" She yawned before laying back down on his floor.
"Mind telling me why you are in my chambers and no less sleeping on my floor?" He asked, eyebrow raised in question.
She looked at him as if she forgot herself, "Oh" she yawned again "I came to get my bag, I left it in your classroom and I knew it wasn't open," She ran a hand through her hair and shook her head "I came to your chambers and I realized the door was not only unlocked but open, I called to you, but you didn't answer."
Fear crossed the face of the Potions master "And?" he asked
"You were out cold on the floor, you were bleeding." she looked up at him "I was worried so I healed you, you had a bad gash on the back of your head you know."
This was what Severus feared, "So I then moved you to your bed and I didn't want to leave you so I just fell asleep."
Snape covered his face with his hands. "OUT now" he spat bitterly
"But I only-"
"GET OUT NOW!" he raged, Melanie picked herself off the ground and ran, she looked back once she reached the door way her face covered in tears. His face a bitter mask, showing nothing but cruelty and hate.
Walking
Waiting
Alone without a care
Hoping
Hating
Things that I can't bear
Did you think it's cool
To walk right up
And take my life
And fuck it up
Well did you?
I see hell in your eyes
Taken in by surprise
Touching you makes me feel alive
Touching you makes me die inside
I hate you
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Melanie ran back to her chambers and slammed the door, 'How dare he! He could have died and after all that I did ungrateful bastard!' She wiped her face and decided a shower would do her some good.
Se stripped her clothes off one item at a time; she glanced sideways in the mirror as she did this. She wasn't ugly but she wasn't absolutely gorgeous either. Her legs were slightly too long, she was a little too skinny from her newly found eating habits, her eyes were too wide, her nose too pointy, her cheek bones were too high and her chest could use some growing.
She ran a hand through her hair and sighed, "stupid to think anyone would like me, sometimes I think I'm better off alone" She stepped in the shower for a long awaited washing. She could deal with the matters of her heart later on. _________________________________________________________________________
Well, I couldn't help but be reminded of Dr. Evil when I was writing Voldermolt I don't know why but it just made me burst out laughing! I would love to introduce Voldie and the gang to hot pockets, hot pockets rule.
Lyrics complimentary of 'The Queen of the Damned Soundtrack', hmm what to happen what to happen, I should update by the end of this weekend so sit tight.
Review please!
