Thank you all for reviewing! I would really like to thank, my new reviewers!
Umm……I'm sort of too lazy to answer every single one (sorry!!) but let's see……
Chess: How dare you blame Harry!!?? Lol, I'm just kidding. But seriously, I don't blame him. I don't really blame anyone, actually. If this was real life, I'd think it was fate. Lol.
Midnight Dove: Thanks for reading the foreword!! I didn't think anyone would really care about it…lol.
Zaphra Ti'Gan: Thank you for saying that the foreword was true!! And gee…have you really been through so much death? I'm sorry! I've only been through two, and one, I was too young to really understand anything!! Lol.
To everyone else, I'm very thankful to you that you've reviewed, I'm very sorry I didn't answer them, though!!
Oh yeah, I also want to add: In this chapter, Snape is, obviously, going to be very "uncaring". I hope that I don't offend anyone reading this, because I'm only taking the character's attitude, and making the story fit him/her. So…….yeah….lol.
Anyways, enjoy!
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Severus Snape ~ Warm HatredSeverus read the letter once. He only needed to read it once. Because he didn't want to look at anything that had to do with that stupid Sirius Black.
All this grief that hung in the air……Severus hated it. He did not see any reason for anyone to feel sorry, to be saddened by Black's death. Sirius Black had always deserved to die. No one felt sorry when Severus almost got killed by that werewolf, Lupin (Although, Severus had to admit, he didn't exactly get killed). But no, everyone had to take all this time in feeling horrible about Sirius.
Why did they, anyway? It wasn't like Sirius did anything for the Order. All he ever did was mope around in his dingy old house, and yell at his house-elf. And now……now everyone reacted to his death like he was some great hero that saved the day. Everyone felt so sorry. Okay, so Severus had to admit, Harry must feel bad. Black was, after all, his godfather. But he really didn't see what everyone else was so miserable about.
And now, Minerva wanted him to help Dumbledore with this pain. She wanted him to help ease everything off. Right, like Severus was going to go up to Dumbledore and tell him how wonderful he thought Sirius was, and how he died like a "hero". Right.
Of course, he did feel a little sorry. Or, most likely, he felt annoyed that he hadn't done a few things different, to have escaped this horrible atmosphere of angst.
Because, after all, it was Severus' fault that Sirius Black had died.
Severus did not want to believe this. Come on now, that's ridiculous! His head had said to him. But his mind knew different. It really was his fault that Harry had gone to the Ministry of Magic, that Black had gone after him and died.
It was Severus who had seen Harry and his other pathetic friends in Umbridge's office. It was Severus who had come back to Umbridge's office after making sure that Sirius was safe at Grimmauld Place (although he wouldn't have cared if Black really was getting tortured) and finding Umbridge, Harry, and his friends gone, and the Inquisitorial Squad all either stunned, or horribly hexed. After furiously questioning Draco, he found out that Potter, Granger, and Dolores had gone into the Forbidden Forest.
He had decided, then and there, that Potter and his friends would come back to the school. After all, if they even wanted to get to London, how would they? Walk? They would surely remember that a member of the Order, and much smarter person was still at the school.
But they didn't come back.
How could Severus have forgotten about the thestrals? Potter could see them, and he had already learned from Hagrid that they could go anywhere you wanted them to.
Now, Severus wished that he had gone looking for them earlier. Then, he probably could have caught them, and prevented them from going to Londom.
A few hours had past, maybe five, maybe six. Severus didn't notice. He thought, at first, that maybe the centaurs had gotten to them (not like he would care if they did), but he knew that it couldn't be. Centaurs didn't hurt the young.
So, he reconnected with the Order headquarters. He found out that Tonks, Lupin, Kingsley, and Mad-Eye Moody there. He told them that Harry had seen some vision of Sirius being with the Dark Lord, and that he's probably gone after him. He was going to search the forest, and he hoped to at least find their remains. He also said that Black should keep going with his job of not doing anything, and stay to inform Dumbledore.
But he didn't. Sirius Black kept being stupid, and went after Harry. And got himself killed. It was such a dim thing to do, that Severus almost laughed when he heard about it. But he didn't, because Dumbledore had looked downright miserable.
So now, Black had died and everyone felt sorry. It was stupid. Pathetic.
Severus sighed. He supposed, that he should help Dumbledore in some way. But he didn't want to talk about how great Sirius was, he couldn't. If he started talking like that, he might as well fall in love with Minerva.
So, he decided to write someone a letter. Kingsley. Yes, that would be it. He could write to Kingsley Shacklebolt. Kingsley would understand Dumbledore better, and Severus didn't feel like writing to Lupin or Tonks anyway.
Taking a piece of parchment, a quill, and ink, he wrote:
Kingsley,
Dumbledore's feeling a sense of loss right now. I was told to go and comfort him, but I can't seem to be able to. I would think that you could do a better job than me. Please help Dumbledore.
Severus
There. Short and to the point. Exactly like Severus himself. But not exactly like him. Severus had been a bit nice in this letter. He even said please. He never said please. What was happening to him? Severus shook his head. All this grief was getting to him.
Taking the school owl that Minerva had sent, he attached the letter to its leg, and told it sharply that it was for Kingsley Shacklebolt. The owl seemed quite offended at he rudeness, perhaps it had never experienced it before, and flew off quickly, but not before scratching Severus with it's claws.
Rubbing his cheek where the owl had left a mark, Severus glowered into the night sky. He was beginning to wish that he had done things differently, that Sirius hadn't died.
He was filled with hatred, he knew that. He had always hated Sirius Black, and he always would. But for some reason, to night, that hatred wasn't as cold and bitter as it used to be. It felt lighter, more relaxed.
Maybe, Severus thought, though shaking his head in disbelief, maybe it was warm hatred.
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So………how'd you guys like it? Lol, you know, I think that in this chapter, I make it so that Severus Snape could actually be nice. You know, with the "warm hatred" part? Well, the funny thing is, I absolutely HATE Snape!! He's my least favorite character. At least one of them……all well. Lol. Please review!!