Author's Note: No reviews so far *cries silently*. But just to tell you, I
am writing this story for myself, and so I will continue it. And maybe only
that *pitying* fact owns me a review. And maybe the characters I am going
to introduce now, combined with posting it somewhere, where people really
go to read stories *non-dead-sections that is*.
"Now, that you know where you are and how you got here, you can start finding out who you are. By listening and trying to get those lost people to open up to you. I warn you, it is not an easy task that is given to you. But think about the reward for those you are helping. Leaving this damned place and resting in peace. Is that not worth the effort?"
"Yes, it is" Momo whispered. "I will try everything I can to help."
"I expected nothing less or more of you." David smiled. "Now go out there and give them peace."
And that she did.
Momo started wandering around in the mist. There seemed to be an everlasting fog at this place. And it was a bit chilly. She could not help shivering. Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere a man appeared. His movements where so quick, he almost seemed like a blur. No more than a shadow before he was gone. One thing of him though remained. That was a reminder in form of a, for the small girl much to big, dark overcoat. It felt warm, soft and velvety. She took it off to look at it. It surely was a man's coat, with beautiful stitchwork on it. It must belong to a noble man, someone with money and honour. And a good heart, otherwise he would not have given the girl such a precious gift, without even revealing himself. But he too, had to be a lost soul. She wanted to look for him, but there was no trace of him anywhere to see. Her only hope was that she would see him again. but for now Momo put on the coat again and went on.
She had not gone far, when she heard two voices. One was that of a man and the other belonged to a little girl, about her age. She stood still and started listening into the conversation. " I lost my hat here, and I demand you to search for it" shouted the girl in a way that made clear she always got what she wanted. "And why should I do that, you insufferable little brat?" asked the man in a cold and menacing whisper that made Momo`s hairs stand up a bit. "Because I order you to do it" the girl answered, as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. "Oh, and why should I care about what you want?" the tone had become even more intimidating and Momo found herself wondering why that obviously spoiled child had not given up yet. "I am Mary Lennox and everybody always did what I told them to." "That explains a lot, doesn't it?" he answered sarcastically, "Well then it is time you start getting used to doing things yourself. Noone here will care about or search for your hat." The girl stared at him, which earned her a death glare. Turning around she stomped off and actually started to look for her hat herself.
"And who might you be? Have your parents never told you that you do not listen into other peoples conversations? That is considered rude in every part of the world I think." that velvety voice now spoke right behind her. She was a bit startled because she had not even known he was standing there and even less that he knew she had listened. "And has nobody ever told you that you should not sneak up on people?" she retorted in what a lot of his former students would have considered an act of bravery. He sneered. "No manners, I see". She turned to look at him. He was tall and skinny. Everything he wore was black, which fitted perfectly to the colour of his greasy, shoulder length hair and his endless dark eyes. He seemed to be around forty.
"What are you staring at?" he snapped. "You", well honesty was always her strong (or weak) point. "I gathered that much. What is your name, girl?". "Momo" she answered. "Momo what?" "And nothing, just Momo." Heck", he muttered, "even that Potter boy had a last name. And what a name that was." "And you?", she inquired. He drew his body up a bit, a certain air of drama seemed to swirl around him. "I am Professor Severus Snape."
Disclaimer: See first two chapters. And for this one: I do not own any of the Musketeers, Alexandre Dumas does. Neither do I own Mary Lennox or her Secret Garden, because of Frances Hodgson Burnett . And lastly, the saddest part of all for me, I do not have the rights for Severus Snape *though god forbid I would know what to do with him* or Harry Potter, because of JKR.
"Now, that you know where you are and how you got here, you can start finding out who you are. By listening and trying to get those lost people to open up to you. I warn you, it is not an easy task that is given to you. But think about the reward for those you are helping. Leaving this damned place and resting in peace. Is that not worth the effort?"
"Yes, it is" Momo whispered. "I will try everything I can to help."
"I expected nothing less or more of you." David smiled. "Now go out there and give them peace."
And that she did.
Momo started wandering around in the mist. There seemed to be an everlasting fog at this place. And it was a bit chilly. She could not help shivering. Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere a man appeared. His movements where so quick, he almost seemed like a blur. No more than a shadow before he was gone. One thing of him though remained. That was a reminder in form of a, for the small girl much to big, dark overcoat. It felt warm, soft and velvety. She took it off to look at it. It surely was a man's coat, with beautiful stitchwork on it. It must belong to a noble man, someone with money and honour. And a good heart, otherwise he would not have given the girl such a precious gift, without even revealing himself. But he too, had to be a lost soul. She wanted to look for him, but there was no trace of him anywhere to see. Her only hope was that she would see him again. but for now Momo put on the coat again and went on.
She had not gone far, when she heard two voices. One was that of a man and the other belonged to a little girl, about her age. She stood still and started listening into the conversation. " I lost my hat here, and I demand you to search for it" shouted the girl in a way that made clear she always got what she wanted. "And why should I do that, you insufferable little brat?" asked the man in a cold and menacing whisper that made Momo`s hairs stand up a bit. "Because I order you to do it" the girl answered, as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. "Oh, and why should I care about what you want?" the tone had become even more intimidating and Momo found herself wondering why that obviously spoiled child had not given up yet. "I am Mary Lennox and everybody always did what I told them to." "That explains a lot, doesn't it?" he answered sarcastically, "Well then it is time you start getting used to doing things yourself. Noone here will care about or search for your hat." The girl stared at him, which earned her a death glare. Turning around she stomped off and actually started to look for her hat herself.
"And who might you be? Have your parents never told you that you do not listen into other peoples conversations? That is considered rude in every part of the world I think." that velvety voice now spoke right behind her. She was a bit startled because she had not even known he was standing there and even less that he knew she had listened. "And has nobody ever told you that you should not sneak up on people?" she retorted in what a lot of his former students would have considered an act of bravery. He sneered. "No manners, I see". She turned to look at him. He was tall and skinny. Everything he wore was black, which fitted perfectly to the colour of his greasy, shoulder length hair and his endless dark eyes. He seemed to be around forty.
"What are you staring at?" he snapped. "You", well honesty was always her strong (or weak) point. "I gathered that much. What is your name, girl?". "Momo" she answered. "Momo what?" "And nothing, just Momo." Heck", he muttered, "even that Potter boy had a last name. And what a name that was." "And you?", she inquired. He drew his body up a bit, a certain air of drama seemed to swirl around him. "I am Professor Severus Snape."
Disclaimer: See first two chapters. And for this one: I do not own any of the Musketeers, Alexandre Dumas does. Neither do I own Mary Lennox or her Secret Garden, because of Frances Hodgson Burnett . And lastly, the saddest part of all for me, I do not have the rights for Severus Snape *though god forbid I would know what to do with him* or Harry Potter, because of JKR.