Disclaimer
This is in my site too, can't think of anything new.
No I do not own Severus Snape or Lucius Malfoy (still trying to think why I'd want to own him) or Hogwarts or any of J.K Rowling's material
I'm simply playing in her backyard
Chapter 1 Accusations of the Soul
He accused my eyes.
He accused my being
He accused my soul
Because it was everything he was
I was an imprint of him.
All my troubles lie on a base
A base of horrid family history
To horrid to speak of to another
To describe
To let someone know something so personal
Make myself vulnerable
He would have never done that
He
My father
He who gave me life
Or so I'm told
He who gave me the black eyes that watched him murder my mother
The same person that gave me life
Him
He killed her
She who gave me life
She who brushed the hair she gave me
She who played the piano
She who loved life
She who loved him more than life
She who was murdered by him
My Mother who was murdered by my Father
That's how I learnt to hate
How to be cruel
Inhumane
How to shut down emotions
How to hide away from people
Keep the barrier of cold-ness and pride unbreakable
But she broke it
It took awhile to break, I must say, and I only knew her face
Glanced her in the hallways
Morganna Montaque
I had built a good solid barrier of pride, and Mon Dieu she broke the god damn thing
She seemed so simple to me,
No baggage
No sordid family history
Just normal
And if that was how I saw things then
How very wrong I was
I suppose you want this story in detail
You are probably still trying to work out what I said before
Should I explain?
I shall