Smile

by Rockhandjive

The Corbus Grande has never seen such unlikely strangers nor has it ever heard such an interesting conversation as that held by Severus Snape and Harry Potter as they wait for the snow to fall. Mild SSHP, part of the Je Me Souviens series

3. Smirk

Smirk, you foul feline, smirk
Smirk at me
Let the world see
And groan in your distrust!
So go on, show us your
Smirk, feline
Smirk

We're sick of you now
So go away,
You festering, foul, frightening feline
You cool, crazy, cantankerous cat
Put yourself back in the
Oldie
Mouldy
Toy chest
You conniving, crying
Kitty!

Somewhere in the world, something happened years ago. No one remembers it because they choose not to. No one remembers it because it is taboo and no one remembers it because it never happened.

But before this thing never happened, two people knew something that no other person did. They figured out how to unmake the thing that unhappened. They laboured for hours and days and months to discover that little tear that most fabrics have. That most spells and other forms of enchantments are possessing of and they made the rip wider.

These two people made enough rips so that if they wanted to, they could remember what they were supposed to forget. Now their psyches want to remember what happened but their conscious minds don't. Now there is a problem since these two people have met once again. Now the clues begin to unravel like the fabric that was once so finely woven.