Title
- The Lament of A Tortured Soul
By
- PheonixFireBlack
Summary
- A character-study of Severus Snape. I plan to do this with several
of the characters over time.
Disclaimer
- Don't know, don't own, probably won't happen (thought it's slightly
possible)
Rating
- PG
Feedback
- I would prefer it....but whatever.
Critics
- shrug If you must.
Notes
- A character-study. Nothing to say. Read it. Love it. Hate it.
Review it.
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The
Lament of A Tortured Soul
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There are many differences between the young man I was in school, the man I was, and the man I have become. While a great number of things differientiate between these times, there are a few things that strike me harder than others.
During my days at school I was the quiet, scary kid that did nothing but study and had no friends. I'm not sure what I did to earn such...respect...from Sirius and James, but I would have rather not have done it.
From our first year straight through our seventh, those two gave me absolute hell of every kind. Seven years, I tolerated their jokes, prankes, and taunts. The middle of my second year is when I broke and decided that someone, one day, I would get back at them.
I started studying any form of the Dark Arts that I could. Learned to love them and have a great respect for them. By my sixth year, I'd read every book I could get my hands on that had anything at all to do with the Dark Arts. By the time I had reached the end of my seventh year, I was in constact with a very dark wizard. Darkest of the age, as he had claimed
When I was eighteen, I was found by the same Dark Wizard I'd been in contact with, then, for two years. He told me I could do great things on my own, but even greater things could come from me if I joined him. I believed every lying word that spilled from his mouth.
Voldemort. It's what I knew him as, but after I "joined" him, he preffered "My Lord" or "The Dark Lord" in general reference.
Eleven years I served him. Did as I was told because I was a very greedy young man and was promised power. Power I would never receive. For eleven years I killed complete innocent people for him, for the promise I still believed. I soon found that the promise would never be fulfilled. Yet I still served for him, still killed for him. Their screams still haunt my dreams at night.
At the age of twenty-nine, I had a revalation of sorts. In a certain sense, I saw the "error of my ways". But I couldn't just leave the circle of Death Eathers. Not unless I had a death wish. So, I gave the Dark Lord a propisitions. I was going to teach at Hogwards, so I could get some inside information for him. He agreed immediately.
I've had the position of Potions Master for eight years. And for eight years I've been a spy. For both sides. More for the Headmaster than Voldemort, but I have to periodically give the Dark Lord something. If I don't, he will know I'm no longer loyal to him and I'll be killed. At the present moment, I value my life.
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Notes - I thought it was a nice little inside look into Snape's...er...mind? Maybe? Lol. I don't know. Whatever. I liked it. I liked IT but not it's LENGTH. The length, actually, annoys me to no end. XD Anyway...
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Later
days,
-PFB-