Summary: When the Dark Lord dies every one who wears the dark mark is
suddenly overloaded with a lack of control and become totally un-inhibited.
The students and staff at Hogwarts are left to wonder just who their
potions professor is and what kind of person he really is. Ask yourself
this: What desires has Snape had to repress to continue to serve (or
pretend to serve) Voldimort? How would Snape behave if he were to go
insane?
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters only the situation that I have put them into. J.K.: I promise to return them to you unharmed; I will of course Obliviate them before I return them so that they are unaffected and are able to continue unabated in your next story.
This is my first fan fic. Please be kind and review with constructive criticisms or comments. Negative comments that are not constructive will be ignored.
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Chapter One: Ding Dong the Dark Lord is dead
The news flashed through Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You-Know-Who was dead. The Dark Lord, Voldimort had met his end. No one was more surprised than The-Boy-Who-Lived, Harry Potter. After almost seven years of thinking.no.KNOWING, that he would have to be the one to defeat Voldimort, it was over. And Harry Potter had, had absolutely nothing to do with the death.
Harry had been asleep in his bed. His nightmare had com on that night just as it has so many times before. Voldimort was speaking to a group of death eaters, giving directions for the next attack. Harry had learned two years before not to fight the visions. He relaxed and concentrated on memorizing any detail that night help. When the target was identified it was all Harry could do not to pull himself out of the vision and run straight to Dumbledore. He stopped himself, knowing that he needed to know when they were planning on attacking the Grainger's. But he never found out.
Harry couldn't help but smile at what he imagined to be the looks on the Aurors faces when they realized that the routine death eater raid had cornered the dark lord himself. In his dream Harry had followed Voldimort out the back door of the house as the aurors came in the front. When Voldimort had seen more aurors in the back and realized that they had placed wards that prevented apperating he pulled out his wand, swished it wildly around and stabbed it up toward the sky. The storm that resulted was loud and wild. He obviously intended to use it to hide his escape. When a bolt of the dark magic filled lightning struck close, Harry was thrown violently from the dream and his bed.
Ron, Neville and Seamus had been there before Harry could pick himself up off the floor. As Ron tried to press a potion to Harry's lips Harry realized that something was different. He raised his eyes to the worried faces above him and spoke the words that would change the world and be repeated thousands of times in the next few hours.
"Voldimort is dead."
Pushing Ron's hand and the potion away he continued. "My scar doesn't hurt. I just saw it, he is dead. I have to talk to the headmaster."
He leapt to his feet and ran out of the room heading to Dumbldore's office, leaving three confused young men to wonder if The-Boy-Who-Lived had lost his mind. If they had only known what the effect of Voldimort's death would have on the ones who wore the dark mark they would have directed their worries to a certain potions professor that, though they did not like, they respected.
********** AN: This is just a set up for what is going to happen. If you have anything you would like to see Snape do when he goes insane leave me a review with a request for it. I may use it and if I do you will get credit. I have some ideas but always welcome more. Thank you for taking the time to read my story.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters only the situation that I have put them into. J.K.: I promise to return them to you unharmed; I will of course Obliviate them before I return them so that they are unaffected and are able to continue unabated in your next story.
This is my first fan fic. Please be kind and review with constructive criticisms or comments. Negative comments that are not constructive will be ignored.
************
Chapter One: Ding Dong the Dark Lord is dead
The news flashed through Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You-Know-Who was dead. The Dark Lord, Voldimort had met his end. No one was more surprised than The-Boy-Who-Lived, Harry Potter. After almost seven years of thinking.no.KNOWING, that he would have to be the one to defeat Voldimort, it was over. And Harry Potter had, had absolutely nothing to do with the death.
Harry had been asleep in his bed. His nightmare had com on that night just as it has so many times before. Voldimort was speaking to a group of death eaters, giving directions for the next attack. Harry had learned two years before not to fight the visions. He relaxed and concentrated on memorizing any detail that night help. When the target was identified it was all Harry could do not to pull himself out of the vision and run straight to Dumbledore. He stopped himself, knowing that he needed to know when they were planning on attacking the Grainger's. But he never found out.
Harry couldn't help but smile at what he imagined to be the looks on the Aurors faces when they realized that the routine death eater raid had cornered the dark lord himself. In his dream Harry had followed Voldimort out the back door of the house as the aurors came in the front. When Voldimort had seen more aurors in the back and realized that they had placed wards that prevented apperating he pulled out his wand, swished it wildly around and stabbed it up toward the sky. The storm that resulted was loud and wild. He obviously intended to use it to hide his escape. When a bolt of the dark magic filled lightning struck close, Harry was thrown violently from the dream and his bed.
Ron, Neville and Seamus had been there before Harry could pick himself up off the floor. As Ron tried to press a potion to Harry's lips Harry realized that something was different. He raised his eyes to the worried faces above him and spoke the words that would change the world and be repeated thousands of times in the next few hours.
"Voldimort is dead."
Pushing Ron's hand and the potion away he continued. "My scar doesn't hurt. I just saw it, he is dead. I have to talk to the headmaster."
He leapt to his feet and ran out of the room heading to Dumbldore's office, leaving three confused young men to wonder if The-Boy-Who-Lived had lost his mind. If they had only known what the effect of Voldimort's death would have on the ones who wore the dark mark they would have directed their worries to a certain potions professor that, though they did not like, they respected.
********** AN: This is just a set up for what is going to happen. If you have anything you would like to see Snape do when he goes insane leave me a review with a request for it. I may use it and if I do you will get credit. I have some ideas but always welcome more. Thank you for taking the time to read my story.