Of Souls and Death
ImmortalFlick
Warnings: Slash
Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me.
A/N: I know it's a little far-fetched, but what the hell? And yes, in this OotP did happen. Unfortunately. But all shall be amended as you will discover so no need to panic.
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Of Souls and Death - Chapter One
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Dear Severus Snape
You may wonder why I'm sending a letter to you of all people. It's not a hate letter or anything, actually it's a letter to apologize. Don't die of shock or anything.
There are many things I regret in my life. Getting Lily and James killed is one. Leaving Harry alone with those bloody muggles is one. Tormenting you and almost getting you killed is another. But what I'm most sorry about is that I love you with all my heart. I'm in love with you and I have been for decades. I apologize for this, it has caused me much suffering over the years and, in the consequence of that, it has caused you much suffering. I'm not saying I picked on you because I had a crush on you. I don't know why I picked on you. Probably because you were just another Slytherin who hated me.
Everything you do is amazing and astounding. I could never live with the fact that I thought you were damn sexy. There, I said it, Severus Snape is a damn sexy bastard. That's cleared up. You are so cold, mysterious and aloof and I hate you for it. And that's why I love you. If that sounds strange to you, you're not the one who has to feel it.
I'm not sending this letter to you in hopes that you'll fall over yourself coming to shower me with praise and love, I wouldn't expect it of you. In fact I rather expect you to show up at my door and kill me slowly and painfully. But because of reasons of which you are aware, neither of these will happen. That will be because I am dead. I am dead because I have finally done something stupid enough to get myself killed. I'm making sure you get this after such an incident has occurred. So you won't have to be unsure of what to tell me. Then again, knowing you, you wouldn't care what to say. Knowing you, you'd just say how you felt without thinking twice. Say how much you hate me and how disgusting I am. I can feel it.
I hope that now I'm dead I have a nice gravestone, with something more interesting than 'Sirius Black 1960-****'. It would be nice if it said something like 'Cursed with stupidity' or 'Marauders forever' or something equally interesting, even 'Mangy mutt' suits me fine. Just something more personal than just the obituary information. Something more memorable.
So, Snape, are you enjoying my demise? Don't you dare torment Harry about it. Tell him it wasn't his fault but mine and mine alone. And don't be such a bastard.
If you got this far then I commend you. Sirius Black.
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Snape ripped up the letter, his eyes burning unusually. Stupid mutt. Sending him a letter like this. So he knew he was going to die, did he? It didn't surprise him really, he, himself, didn't expect to live past this war. Not much to live for afterwards anyway, Snape knew he was only out of Azkaban as long as he was useful. As a spy that was. That was life.
Now, love? That was interesting. Something to think about. Or ignore, especially if the man was dead. Snape sneered. He'd see the man soon then, the war would be over in a few years and either way he'd die.
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End Chapter One
Yes, it's short. But it's like a prologue ya know? Anyway, sorry if there's any OOCness but I don't think there is, so don't go yelling at me. No flames but I'd love feedback. Please? Pretty please?
ImmortalFlick
Warnings: Slash
Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me.
A/N: I know it's a little far-fetched, but what the hell? And yes, in this OotP did happen. Unfortunately. But all shall be amended as you will discover so no need to panic.
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Of Souls and Death - Chapter One
*
Dear Severus Snape
You may wonder why I'm sending a letter to you of all people. It's not a hate letter or anything, actually it's a letter to apologize. Don't die of shock or anything.
There are many things I regret in my life. Getting Lily and James killed is one. Leaving Harry alone with those bloody muggles is one. Tormenting you and almost getting you killed is another. But what I'm most sorry about is that I love you with all my heart. I'm in love with you and I have been for decades. I apologize for this, it has caused me much suffering over the years and, in the consequence of that, it has caused you much suffering. I'm not saying I picked on you because I had a crush on you. I don't know why I picked on you. Probably because you were just another Slytherin who hated me.
Everything you do is amazing and astounding. I could never live with the fact that I thought you were damn sexy. There, I said it, Severus Snape is a damn sexy bastard. That's cleared up. You are so cold, mysterious and aloof and I hate you for it. And that's why I love you. If that sounds strange to you, you're not the one who has to feel it.
I'm not sending this letter to you in hopes that you'll fall over yourself coming to shower me with praise and love, I wouldn't expect it of you. In fact I rather expect you to show up at my door and kill me slowly and painfully. But because of reasons of which you are aware, neither of these will happen. That will be because I am dead. I am dead because I have finally done something stupid enough to get myself killed. I'm making sure you get this after such an incident has occurred. So you won't have to be unsure of what to tell me. Then again, knowing you, you wouldn't care what to say. Knowing you, you'd just say how you felt without thinking twice. Say how much you hate me and how disgusting I am. I can feel it.
I hope that now I'm dead I have a nice gravestone, with something more interesting than 'Sirius Black 1960-****'. It would be nice if it said something like 'Cursed with stupidity' or 'Marauders forever' or something equally interesting, even 'Mangy mutt' suits me fine. Just something more personal than just the obituary information. Something more memorable.
So, Snape, are you enjoying my demise? Don't you dare torment Harry about it. Tell him it wasn't his fault but mine and mine alone. And don't be such a bastard.
If you got this far then I commend you. Sirius Black.
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Snape ripped up the letter, his eyes burning unusually. Stupid mutt. Sending him a letter like this. So he knew he was going to die, did he? It didn't surprise him really, he, himself, didn't expect to live past this war. Not much to live for afterwards anyway, Snape knew he was only out of Azkaban as long as he was useful. As a spy that was. That was life.
Now, love? That was interesting. Something to think about. Or ignore, especially if the man was dead. Snape sneered. He'd see the man soon then, the war would be over in a few years and either way he'd die.
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End Chapter One
Yes, it's short. But it's like a prologue ya know? Anyway, sorry if there's any OOCness but I don't think there is, so don't go yelling at me. No flames but I'd love feedback. Please? Pretty please?