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 Two: Confirmation
As Harry burst into Dumbledore's office he shouted "Headmaster, He's dead. I saw it."
Stopping to catch his breath he noticed for the first time that someone else was in the room. Professor Snape was standing next to the desk with his sleeve pulled up and his arm extended toward the headmaster. Two pair of eyes snapped to Harry, and Dumbledore spoke calmly.
"How did he die, Mr. Potter"
Harry noticed that the headmaster didn't ask who and that Snape's shoulders relaxed as he let his sleeve fall back down his arm and sat in the chair behind him.
Taking a calming breath, Harry started explaining his dream. His eyes darted between the Headmaster and the Potions Professor. When he finished he noticed that even the normally vocal portraits were silent, and then Dumbledore spoke.
"How do you know he's dead Harry?"
"I.I'm not sure sir. I just know. And my scar doesn't hurt. That's never happened before." A thought jumped into Harry's mind. "Sir? The prophecy. I didn't.I mean it wasn't me. That means he isn't dead, doesn't it?" Harry sank into a chair. "It's not over. I guess I just hoped." He finished quietly.
"No Harry." Dumbledore leaned forward on his desk. "The prophecy can be changed. I do believe that Tom Riddle is indeed dead this time and with him, Voldimort. There is other evidence this time that, I believe, proves his death." His eyes shifted to look at Severus Snape who had not moved and who sat staring blankly at the pale hands that he had placed on his lap.
"The dark mark on his followers faded slowly last time. This time it disappeared quickly at, I am certain, the moment of Voldimort death." Returning his gaze to Harry he continued. "Harry, I think you should go back to your room and get dressed. It is almost morning and I will ask that all the students meet in the great hall so that I can give them the good news."
In a daze Harry obeyed. It was as if he had needed to hear that what he felt was true. Now he knew that his life from this moment on would be different. And for the first time in years, a completely unknown future was before him.
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AN: Ok I know this is short but the chapters will get longer and funny very soon. 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.
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Chapter Two: Confirmation
As Harry burst into Dumbledore's office he shouted "Headmaster, He's dead. I saw it."
Stopping to catch his breath he noticed for the first time that someone else was in the room. Professor Snape was standing next to the desk with his sleeve pulled up and his arm extended toward the headmaster. Two pair of eyes snapped to Harry, and Dumbledore spoke calmly.
"How did he die, Mr. Potter"
Harry noticed that the headmaster didn't ask who and that Snape's shoulders relaxed as he let his sleeve fall back down his arm and sat in the chair behind him.
Taking a calming breath, Harry started explaining his dream. His eyes darted between the Headmaster and the Potions Professor. When he finished he noticed that even the normally vocal portraits were silent, and then Dumbledore spoke.
"How do you know he's dead Harry?"
"I.I'm not sure sir. I just know. And my scar doesn't hurt. That's never happened before." A thought jumped into Harry's mind. "Sir? The prophecy. I didn't.I mean it wasn't me. That means he isn't dead, doesn't it?" Harry sank into a chair. "It's not over. I guess I just hoped." He finished quietly.
"No Harry." Dumbledore leaned forward on his desk. "The prophecy can be changed. I do believe that Tom Riddle is indeed dead this time and with him, Voldimort. There is other evidence this time that, I believe, proves his death." His eyes shifted to look at Severus Snape who had not moved and who sat staring blankly at the pale hands that he had placed on his lap.
"The dark mark on his followers faded slowly last time. This time it disappeared quickly at, I am certain, the moment of Voldimort death." Returning his gaze to Harry he continued. "Harry, I think you should go back to your room and get dressed. It is almost morning and I will ask that all the students meet in the great hall so that I can give them the good news."
In a daze Harry obeyed. It was as if he had needed to hear that what he felt was true. Now he knew that his life from this moment on would be different. And for the first time in years, a completely unknown future was before him.
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AN: Ok I know this is short but the chapters will get longer and funny very soon. Thank you for taking the time to read my story.