Dis-bloody-claimer: Do I need to write this again? I do not own Severus
Snape, Lucius Malfoy (thank god) Lily Evans etc they belong to J.k Rowling
I am simply playing in her backyard (anyone sick of hearing this?)
3 years on. 1987
Chapter 5- It Can Wait and Live in the Journal
"Severus! Wake up you lazy Sod" Severus Snape rolled over and pulled his bed sheets over his head.
/Just 5 minutes more, just let me get away with 5 minutes more.../
"For god sake you sodding idle slug get up" Lucius Malfoy rolled his friend, Severus, out of bed, where he just curled up and continued sleeping.
/5 minutes../
"Hope-less completely hopeless" Lucius looked to the heap of sleeping Severus. This was a very much a role reversal for Lucius. He didn't see why Severus was so tired. "Severus- Please gets up" Severus Snape rose from the pile of bed sheets, in his bed clothes, looking something close to the living dead.
/Why couldn't I have had.. 5 minutes more./
His black hair was tangled and tousled, his eyes droopy and lazy. "Why I am being harassed out of bed at..." Severus glanced at the clock on their dormitory wall "7:30! You let me oversleep!" 7:30 was 2 hours too late for Severus Snape, 3 hours even, and 5 minutes more would have made it 3 hours and 5 minutes late. Lucius rolled his eyes. "I can't win can I Snape?" "Well I have to blame someone. Nice to see you are actually organised and ready, very unusual I must say" "Don't get used to it Snape" "What is today?" Severus inquired of Lucius as he sat on his bed and jammed his foot into a random shoe. "You are all over the place today Severus. It's the 3rd of March; do you need the year too? what are you doing?" Severus looked down at the mis-matching shoes he had put on subconsciously. One had been one of Lucius's shoes, so he took it off and threw it at Lucius. The idea of something that had come in contact with Lucius's foot being anywhere near Severus repulsed him. "I honestly don't know... do I have enough time for a shower?" "I don't know; don't ask me, I'm not your bloody mother" Severus paused, he didn't like any mention of his mother in any context. "And it's a bloody good thing too Lucius, I'd hate to have an inbred mother" "I'm not inbred!" "Sure sure" Severus searched for his other shoe while Lucius chattered on assuming someone actually cared. All Severus really caught was 'So anyway..' 'you missed' 'So funny' 'and then.' "Lucius do you mind?" "Hm?" "SHUT UP"
Severus Snape, now a young man, who avoided doing anything that made him seem remotely stupid, had gotten down on his hands and knees to search for his other shoe. Under his bed there was an interesting collection of junk and rubbish, this of course he did not mind; he could stand his own mess, just not other peoples. There was a drink bottle, some old clothes, many many pieces of scrunched up parchment bearing failed attempts at essays and half written reports, some text books from years before kept for reference, photographs, a broken broom and a shoe. "Aha!" Severus picked his shoe up to find it was resting on top of a leather bound black book. "Dear lord" in surprised Severus's head made contact with the base of his bed and hard too. "Severus I think you are losing it my friend" "Not now Lucius" Severus snatched up the book and brought his head out from under his bed. "Oh look it's that little book you carried around in 2nd and 3rd year"Lucius said pleasantly "I know, I thought I had thrown it out" Severus said slowly, now distracted terribly by this small little book. His Journal He opened it slowly and flicked to the last entry, and as he did he felt as though he was reading someone else's diary, that he was invading the thoughts and feelings of the 13 year old Severus Snape.
December 25th
If I ever met my father I would smack him all around Europe. How dare he do this. How dare he bring me into this world and just leave me with this life. How dare he kill her when she did all he asked. I am never going to have children. I mean how could a screw up raise a child to be anything else but a screw up? What is the point in making journal entries anymore? Nobody cares and even if they did I wouldn't want them to read any of this.
-Severus Snape who is sick of his life 1:30am
Severus smiled slightly as he closed the diary. So much had changed in 3 years. He had changed so much in the last 3 years. The discovery of his diary had set off his memory, and his thoughts. He slipped into his own little world. It was horrible habit of his, going off into some other world and leaving behind this shell.
"Snape?" Lucius Malfoy's voice dragged him back into reality. "What?" He replied irritably. "You're not dressed, you are a mess and we are going to miss breakfast!" "Go ahead without me then, I don't need to hold your hand do I?" "Shut up Snape, just shut up" Lucius stalked out of the boys' dorm and Severus muttered "Good riddance to you, you old hag" Lucius stepped back into the boys' dorm "Excuse me" "Opps shes forgotten her broomstick" "You are such an asshole sometimes Snape" "I know and I take pride in it" Lucius shook his head and walked out, this time actually going to breakfast, instead of lurking around out side the door of the boys' dorm. Severus taking note of what Lucius had said about his appearance hid the journal and sulked off to the bathrooms.
He stood looking in the mirror for a long time. Examining himself. Tall and thin with long black hair (something Lily Evans would have easily fixed for him) and black eyes. "Yes, I am Severus Snape" He said to the reflection in the mirror ". And I'm talking to mirror" He shook his head with a rare look of amusement "I'm losing it"
He groomed himself as best he could in the time he had. He had now missed breakfast and classes were starting soon.
Using the time he had left before classes as best as he possibly could he scampered into the Slytherin common room, chewing on the hem of the sleeve of his robes, lost in his own little world of thought. "Not a good look Snape" A bright voice spoke to him "Hm?" He looked up "Good morning Severus" Morganna Montaque was gathering up her books from a desk nearby when he had entered. Now she stood facing him, smiling brightly "Morning Morganna" He smiled as equally bright then dropped the smile after he passed her. He had of course by now removed the sleeve from his mouth. He hesitated and turned around to say something to her but she was gone
The day was not overly interesting. It was nearing examination period and everyone around Severus was stressing but as always he was just cruising through classes, he didn't give a ha penny fig about passing or failing, It just didn't matter to him the way it mattered to others. The only exams he had ever stressed about were the O.W.Ls, but there was not a soul Severus was aware of, that didn't stress too.
Severus spent most of the afternoon mucking around, and then the rest of it seeking out Morganna. But Morganna he did not find.
He did however spot her at dinner but he wasn't in a very conversational mood
'It can wait'
It was dark and almost everyone had gone to bed. A few people could be found studying in the common room or returning from the library Severus Snape sat at the desk in his dorm, his black journal sat closed before him, a quill loaded with ink rested in his hand. ' It can wait' He flipped the journal open to the page after the last entry that had been made Christmas morning 3 years ago. 'and live in the journal until then'
3 years on. 1987
Chapter 5- It Can Wait and Live in the Journal
"Severus! Wake up you lazy Sod" Severus Snape rolled over and pulled his bed sheets over his head.
/Just 5 minutes more, just let me get away with 5 minutes more.../
"For god sake you sodding idle slug get up" Lucius Malfoy rolled his friend, Severus, out of bed, where he just curled up and continued sleeping.
/5 minutes../
"Hope-less completely hopeless" Lucius looked to the heap of sleeping Severus. This was a very much a role reversal for Lucius. He didn't see why Severus was so tired. "Severus- Please gets up" Severus Snape rose from the pile of bed sheets, in his bed clothes, looking something close to the living dead.
/Why couldn't I have had.. 5 minutes more./
His black hair was tangled and tousled, his eyes droopy and lazy. "Why I am being harassed out of bed at..." Severus glanced at the clock on their dormitory wall "7:30! You let me oversleep!" 7:30 was 2 hours too late for Severus Snape, 3 hours even, and 5 minutes more would have made it 3 hours and 5 minutes late. Lucius rolled his eyes. "I can't win can I Snape?" "Well I have to blame someone. Nice to see you are actually organised and ready, very unusual I must say" "Don't get used to it Snape" "What is today?" Severus inquired of Lucius as he sat on his bed and jammed his foot into a random shoe. "You are all over the place today Severus. It's the 3rd of March; do you need the year too? what are you doing?" Severus looked down at the mis-matching shoes he had put on subconsciously. One had been one of Lucius's shoes, so he took it off and threw it at Lucius. The idea of something that had come in contact with Lucius's foot being anywhere near Severus repulsed him. "I honestly don't know... do I have enough time for a shower?" "I don't know; don't ask me, I'm not your bloody mother" Severus paused, he didn't like any mention of his mother in any context. "And it's a bloody good thing too Lucius, I'd hate to have an inbred mother" "I'm not inbred!" "Sure sure" Severus searched for his other shoe while Lucius chattered on assuming someone actually cared. All Severus really caught was 'So anyway..' 'you missed' 'So funny' 'and then.' "Lucius do you mind?" "Hm?" "SHUT UP"
Severus Snape, now a young man, who avoided doing anything that made him seem remotely stupid, had gotten down on his hands and knees to search for his other shoe. Under his bed there was an interesting collection of junk and rubbish, this of course he did not mind; he could stand his own mess, just not other peoples. There was a drink bottle, some old clothes, many many pieces of scrunched up parchment bearing failed attempts at essays and half written reports, some text books from years before kept for reference, photographs, a broken broom and a shoe. "Aha!" Severus picked his shoe up to find it was resting on top of a leather bound black book. "Dear lord" in surprised Severus's head made contact with the base of his bed and hard too. "Severus I think you are losing it my friend" "Not now Lucius" Severus snatched up the book and brought his head out from under his bed. "Oh look it's that little book you carried around in 2nd and 3rd year"Lucius said pleasantly "I know, I thought I had thrown it out" Severus said slowly, now distracted terribly by this small little book. His Journal He opened it slowly and flicked to the last entry, and as he did he felt as though he was reading someone else's diary, that he was invading the thoughts and feelings of the 13 year old Severus Snape.
December 25th
If I ever met my father I would smack him all around Europe. How dare he do this. How dare he bring me into this world and just leave me with this life. How dare he kill her when she did all he asked. I am never going to have children. I mean how could a screw up raise a child to be anything else but a screw up? What is the point in making journal entries anymore? Nobody cares and even if they did I wouldn't want them to read any of this.
-Severus Snape who is sick of his life 1:30am
Severus smiled slightly as he closed the diary. So much had changed in 3 years. He had changed so much in the last 3 years. The discovery of his diary had set off his memory, and his thoughts. He slipped into his own little world. It was horrible habit of his, going off into some other world and leaving behind this shell.
"Snape?" Lucius Malfoy's voice dragged him back into reality. "What?" He replied irritably. "You're not dressed, you are a mess and we are going to miss breakfast!" "Go ahead without me then, I don't need to hold your hand do I?" "Shut up Snape, just shut up" Lucius stalked out of the boys' dorm and Severus muttered "Good riddance to you, you old hag" Lucius stepped back into the boys' dorm "Excuse me" "Opps shes forgotten her broomstick" "You are such an asshole sometimes Snape" "I know and I take pride in it" Lucius shook his head and walked out, this time actually going to breakfast, instead of lurking around out side the door of the boys' dorm. Severus taking note of what Lucius had said about his appearance hid the journal and sulked off to the bathrooms.
He stood looking in the mirror for a long time. Examining himself. Tall and thin with long black hair (something Lily Evans would have easily fixed for him) and black eyes. "Yes, I am Severus Snape" He said to the reflection in the mirror ". And I'm talking to mirror" He shook his head with a rare look of amusement "I'm losing it"
He groomed himself as best he could in the time he had. He had now missed breakfast and classes were starting soon.
Using the time he had left before classes as best as he possibly could he scampered into the Slytherin common room, chewing on the hem of the sleeve of his robes, lost in his own little world of thought. "Not a good look Snape" A bright voice spoke to him "Hm?" He looked up "Good morning Severus" Morganna Montaque was gathering up her books from a desk nearby when he had entered. Now she stood facing him, smiling brightly "Morning Morganna" He smiled as equally bright then dropped the smile after he passed her. He had of course by now removed the sleeve from his mouth. He hesitated and turned around to say something to her but she was gone
The day was not overly interesting. It was nearing examination period and everyone around Severus was stressing but as always he was just cruising through classes, he didn't give a ha penny fig about passing or failing, It just didn't matter to him the way it mattered to others. The only exams he had ever stressed about were the O.W.Ls, but there was not a soul Severus was aware of, that didn't stress too.
Severus spent most of the afternoon mucking around, and then the rest of it seeking out Morganna. But Morganna he did not find.
He did however spot her at dinner but he wasn't in a very conversational mood
'It can wait'
It was dark and almost everyone had gone to bed. A few people could be found studying in the common room or returning from the library Severus Snape sat at the desk in his dorm, his black journal sat closed before him, a quill loaded with ink rested in his hand. ' It can wait' He flipped the journal open to the page after the last entry that had been made Christmas morning 3 years ago. 'and live in the journal until then'