Little seed of evil
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Little seed of evil – Chapter 2 -
Looking for answers
Severus Snape merely looked up as
he heard the doors of The Great hall creak as they were pushed open. But as he
glanced, he noticed a long, stout man , dressed in a black, simple, inexpensive
robe, with long black hair that reached easily to his shoulders.
Even though his face could not be seen, as he hung his head, Snape guessed that
it was the famous Harry James Potter finally returning to Hogwarts.
The slightest hint of a smile came of Snape's face, as the man known as Harry
Potter slowly lifted his head as the doors closed behind him.
Harry glanced through the room, and saw Severus Snape staring at him. His gaze
was endless, as if he could see beyond of what was there. He didn't not seem
to notice him at all.
Snape now clearly saw the face of this so-called golden boy, the boy who lived.
Once.
His face was scarred, his eyes dull , no longer the bright green eyes that they
had been. The dark bags under his eyes gave him the impression of looking up to
a shadow of the former kid who had been in Gryffindor. Then he finally spoke.
"Welcome back to Hogwarts, Harry Potter."
Perhaps his voice had awoken him out of his reverie, because he blinked with
his eyes once before replying.
"Professor Snape."
His reply was short, simple, paired with a nod, and honestly said, Snape had
not expected to hear more than that.
He watched the boy shuffle towards the Head table ,and take place at the far end,
which he of course knew, was reserved for the defences against the dark arts
teacher.
Before his (Snape) empty plate stood a beaker filled with wine, and as he
lifted the beaker to drink from the sour drink, he glanced once more sideways,
and saw the boy down the liquid of his own beaker at once, and refilled it
without blinking or caring.
Snape sipped from his own beaker, and was pleased to find out that the taste of
the wine wasn't too sour, or too sugary. And then he fixed his gaze on the
doors once again. Where were they staying? This silence between him and Harry
Potter was invasive and could not wait for Dumbledore's remarks, Minerva's
giggles and Pomfrey's sighs. He had grown accustomed to those sounds over the
years, and could not bear the sound of a former student drinking the one beaker
of wine after the other.
But the unfamiliar sound lasted . And lasted.
Snape never failed to notice what was going on, in a classroom or not. During
the talks with Minerva, Dumbledore and Pomfrey, he had glanced now and then
towards the Potter boy, only to see that was had not eaten a thing from his
meal, and continued to drink. He had chosen not to participate to the
conservation, something Dumbledore had taken for granted, as it looked Harry
Potter was weary from his journey.
A remark from Pomfrey, had shown him that Potter had acquired the knowledge to
charm people, as he smiled gently at the remark, and had drunk another glass.
But right now The Golden boy was not looking very sober. Shaking hands set down
the beaker, but did not pick up the silver decanter. Drunk. Dead drunk.
A look from Dumbledore showed Snape that he wasn't content with the situation
as it was.
Dumbledore sighed. "If I would have known …"
"Severus … Would you mind to take Potter to his quarters? I believe the
password is Groosham grange."
Snape had cursed many times while staggering through the empty school halls
with a drunk male that hung on to his arm as it was for dear life, his legs
barely able to support him.
And when he arrived in Potter's quarters (and the password was indeed Groosham
Grange); he had been tempted to throw the boy on the bed and to leave him
alone. But as his hand loosened the grip on The Potter's boy, his hand
unwillingly slipped along the thin but strong arms, uncovering skin, revealing
a mark that was much like his own. Red and black stood out against the pale
flesh.
The shock on Snape's face was one of those that perhaps would have amused Harry
in his younger years, but now he blankly stared at the shocked face of his
former Potions teacher, at first not able to give a decent answer.
"It was part of my job."
His croaked and slurred voice filled the room, a lone, sad plea.
But Snape was gone before he could say anything more.
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Stephanie bows solemnly to :
Lainniss
, who reviewed it a half hour after I posted it..
BTW : Tolkien rules ! If you like , we could write a LOTR fic together.
Nick Saelens , who never has been much of a reader. But who am I to judge?
Let's all give him a big applause for reading this fic. (He's my boyfriend BTW)
