~*Explanations, Creations and Damnations*~
Well I mean apparated...
I had no idea how I did it, it was a well known fact that Hogwarts was protected with pretty much every spell you can imagine. However this accident would have gone unnoticed if I hadn't reappeared where I did...in Dumbledore's office. He was sat at his desk with his hands bracingly gripping the edge.
"I...I...I...I don't know how that happened. Please don't expel me!"
"I'm certainly not going to do that."
"Then what is my punishment?" I questioned, slumping in to the nearby chair. Relaxed rigidly I savoured the lasting comfort before the answer.
"The truth..."
He could see I was plainly shocked by his answer and continued to explain, rather hastily, the reasons behind my strange school career.
"After the sorting the Sorting Hat told me what happened. I began to research into it. I was initially shocked by this, but I know how to help you when the time comes."
I was still sat in the chair, mouth open, eyes slowly blinking. Nothing that he said made any sense. It could be the fact that he hadn't said anything of any use...or I had blanked out the important things.
"What did it tell you? What are you going to do? Why does my head hurt?"
"All in good time."
"I thought you were going to tell me the truth. I've had enough of being in here and leaving more confused than I was when I came in here."
"You have more Slytherin in you than you know."
"No, I am supposed to be in Gryffindor. I am not a Slytherin. I just reside in their dorms. Nothing more."
"Yes. You were put into Slytherin by another."
"The Sorting Hat has a twin?" I answered sarcastically
"Well if you like that analogy, an evil twin."
"Speak plain English!"
"Voldemort placed a spell upon it. He has plans beyond my knowledge. He is strong, but he will be defeated."
My brain had been fried at this point. I could no longer comprehend the words that were being spoken at me. I could no longer comprehend anything.
"I must leave you to come to terms with this. Don't let this affect you too much, you are protected here."
I left in the same daze that I whirled in with. Without realising it I stumbled against the Slytherin entrance, muttering the password I put on my airs and grace and wandered through aloof, as always, to my bed. Crashing towards my pillow I put my hands forward to steady myself. I laughed. The last time I saw someone put their hands out was when Sirius was slowly romancing Remus. I smiled. It had been a long time coming. Snatched glimpses of each other were taken in turn.
In a practical DADA lesson they almost revealed what they meant to each other. We were practicing the Riddikulus spell on a Boggart. Remus's had turned into a moon, his voice was barely above a whisper at best so he was struggling to affect it. Of course Sirius was watching him concerned at his lack of progress so he stepped in and saved him from total embarrassment. However after such heroics Sirius was overcome with his actions and proceeded to embrace Remus in a hug not accustomed to platonic friendships. I watched happily, however it was pretty much everyone else that was shocked.
Finally I managed to revive myself from a deep slumber. I had dreamt a swirl of dreams, but as ever my first thought of the morning was Severus. His presence was ever over me. I can feel him but never experience his touch, I can visualise him but never see him. I dragged myself out of bed. It was now routine, I get up and drift to the bathroom, and then I get dressed and meander down to the great hall for breakfast. However this day wasn't going to be the day I envisioned. I was going to be visited by someone I hadn't expected.
History of Magic went as usual. I have never been in such a tiresome lesson! You sit and listen, however if you were quick enough, you can get the seats in the back corner and can fall asleep, safely in the knowledge that Professor Binns couldn't see you. This was a commonly known trick, however it reflected well on us as it perpetually looked like we were trying to get to the lesson on time. Which of course we weren't, just trying to make the best out of a bad situation. I rarely make it there now so my seat is at the front so I always have to take notes while looking interested (not a healthy mix). Although this means I can not fall asleep at any time, my notes are worth gold. Though people don't pay, I give them willingly falsely hoping for their acceptance. I am a fool. I am a fool to think that they will ever accept me again; nothing short of becoming an aide to the Dark Lord himself will help me.
I can never sleep. In the long nights I can walk for hours without realising where I have gone and where I am now. I do not know. A nearby window does not help me in the slightest bit. The sky has fallen to the deepest depths, a fog so dense it could have been cut with a blade. However looking out across the lake I saw a faint green glow hovering above. I heard a few gasps around. I then presumed that I was near the Astronomy Tower. Yes, the infamous Astronomy tower. The place for lovers, unfortunately I have been here before, I hate it. Every time my thoughts have drifted to him. Again this confirms the fact that I am a fool. I make a sharp exit from the tower to outside. The cool air blasting all fatigue from my face, but I remain tired. Sitting on the dewy grass I stare into the Forbidden Forest. Many times I have seen the Marauders play, helping Remus with his transformation. Help. That is exactly what I need. Right now.
"Help!"
I quickly clamp my hands over my mouth. How idiotic am I. Who is going to help me? I just prayed that no one had heard me make such a stupid proclamation. Putting my pounding head into my hands I listened to my breathing, going over what Dumbledore had said I wanted to cry. But I didn't. Of course not, I am a Slytherin and I will act like one, just with the occasional visits to the Gryffindors...
I must have fallen asleep because I found myself being woken by a green light. It came from the edge of the Forest, I guess, in hindsight that I shouldn't have ventured from my place but I did. Boy did I. As I grew further to the object it became clear that it was a person, a man, a very evil man.
"I have waited for you."
The malevolence in his voice slipped through me like acid, cold acid, it chilled me to below freezing. I was rooted to the spot and scared to hell for what was about to happen.
"Do you fear me?"
His voice sweetened slightly, I was oddly comforted by this and began my answer.
"I...I..."
"Child, do you fear me or not?"
I no longer felt threatened by him, although he was hooded, he was frail. His cloak billowed showing his skeletal form.
"Who are you?" I answered, trying to steady my voice.
"I am the one who you all fear."
"I don't fear you." My voice sounded clear and sharp.
"My child, I am pleased to hear this."
"So, who are you?" I felt pleased that my voice had remained focused; it even had an agitated edge to it.
"I am the one who must not be named."
Well I mean apparated...
I had no idea how I did it, it was a well known fact that Hogwarts was protected with pretty much every spell you can imagine. However this accident would have gone unnoticed if I hadn't reappeared where I did...in Dumbledore's office. He was sat at his desk with his hands bracingly gripping the edge.
"I...I...I...I don't know how that happened. Please don't expel me!"
"I'm certainly not going to do that."
"Then what is my punishment?" I questioned, slumping in to the nearby chair. Relaxed rigidly I savoured the lasting comfort before the answer.
"The truth..."
He could see I was plainly shocked by his answer and continued to explain, rather hastily, the reasons behind my strange school career.
"After the sorting the Sorting Hat told me what happened. I began to research into it. I was initially shocked by this, but I know how to help you when the time comes."
I was still sat in the chair, mouth open, eyes slowly blinking. Nothing that he said made any sense. It could be the fact that he hadn't said anything of any use...or I had blanked out the important things.
"What did it tell you? What are you going to do? Why does my head hurt?"
"All in good time."
"I thought you were going to tell me the truth. I've had enough of being in here and leaving more confused than I was when I came in here."
"You have more Slytherin in you than you know."
"No, I am supposed to be in Gryffindor. I am not a Slytherin. I just reside in their dorms. Nothing more."
"Yes. You were put into Slytherin by another."
"The Sorting Hat has a twin?" I answered sarcastically
"Well if you like that analogy, an evil twin."
"Speak plain English!"
"Voldemort placed a spell upon it. He has plans beyond my knowledge. He is strong, but he will be defeated."
My brain had been fried at this point. I could no longer comprehend the words that were being spoken at me. I could no longer comprehend anything.
"I must leave you to come to terms with this. Don't let this affect you too much, you are protected here."
I left in the same daze that I whirled in with. Without realising it I stumbled against the Slytherin entrance, muttering the password I put on my airs and grace and wandered through aloof, as always, to my bed. Crashing towards my pillow I put my hands forward to steady myself. I laughed. The last time I saw someone put their hands out was when Sirius was slowly romancing Remus. I smiled. It had been a long time coming. Snatched glimpses of each other were taken in turn.
In a practical DADA lesson they almost revealed what they meant to each other. We were practicing the Riddikulus spell on a Boggart. Remus's had turned into a moon, his voice was barely above a whisper at best so he was struggling to affect it. Of course Sirius was watching him concerned at his lack of progress so he stepped in and saved him from total embarrassment. However after such heroics Sirius was overcome with his actions and proceeded to embrace Remus in a hug not accustomed to platonic friendships. I watched happily, however it was pretty much everyone else that was shocked.
Finally I managed to revive myself from a deep slumber. I had dreamt a swirl of dreams, but as ever my first thought of the morning was Severus. His presence was ever over me. I can feel him but never experience his touch, I can visualise him but never see him. I dragged myself out of bed. It was now routine, I get up and drift to the bathroom, and then I get dressed and meander down to the great hall for breakfast. However this day wasn't going to be the day I envisioned. I was going to be visited by someone I hadn't expected.
History of Magic went as usual. I have never been in such a tiresome lesson! You sit and listen, however if you were quick enough, you can get the seats in the back corner and can fall asleep, safely in the knowledge that Professor Binns couldn't see you. This was a commonly known trick, however it reflected well on us as it perpetually looked like we were trying to get to the lesson on time. Which of course we weren't, just trying to make the best out of a bad situation. I rarely make it there now so my seat is at the front so I always have to take notes while looking interested (not a healthy mix). Although this means I can not fall asleep at any time, my notes are worth gold. Though people don't pay, I give them willingly falsely hoping for their acceptance. I am a fool. I am a fool to think that they will ever accept me again; nothing short of becoming an aide to the Dark Lord himself will help me.
I can never sleep. In the long nights I can walk for hours without realising where I have gone and where I am now. I do not know. A nearby window does not help me in the slightest bit. The sky has fallen to the deepest depths, a fog so dense it could have been cut with a blade. However looking out across the lake I saw a faint green glow hovering above. I heard a few gasps around. I then presumed that I was near the Astronomy Tower. Yes, the infamous Astronomy tower. The place for lovers, unfortunately I have been here before, I hate it. Every time my thoughts have drifted to him. Again this confirms the fact that I am a fool. I make a sharp exit from the tower to outside. The cool air blasting all fatigue from my face, but I remain tired. Sitting on the dewy grass I stare into the Forbidden Forest. Many times I have seen the Marauders play, helping Remus with his transformation. Help. That is exactly what I need. Right now.
"Help!"
I quickly clamp my hands over my mouth. How idiotic am I. Who is going to help me? I just prayed that no one had heard me make such a stupid proclamation. Putting my pounding head into my hands I listened to my breathing, going over what Dumbledore had said I wanted to cry. But I didn't. Of course not, I am a Slytherin and I will act like one, just with the occasional visits to the Gryffindors...
I must have fallen asleep because I found myself being woken by a green light. It came from the edge of the Forest, I guess, in hindsight that I shouldn't have ventured from my place but I did. Boy did I. As I grew further to the object it became clear that it was a person, a man, a very evil man.
"I have waited for you."
The malevolence in his voice slipped through me like acid, cold acid, it chilled me to below freezing. I was rooted to the spot and scared to hell for what was about to happen.
"Do you fear me?"
His voice sweetened slightly, I was oddly comforted by this and began my answer.
"I...I..."
"Child, do you fear me or not?"
I no longer felt threatened by him, although he was hooded, he was frail. His cloak billowed showing his skeletal form.
"Who are you?" I answered, trying to steady my voice.
"I am the one who you all fear."
"I don't fear you." My voice sounded clear and sharp.
"My child, I am pleased to hear this."
"So, who are you?" I felt pleased that my voice had remained focused; it even had an agitated edge to it.
"I am the one who must not be named."