Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or anything relating to it. I do however own any characters you have not heard of before in the books.
A/N:
Hello everybody.
This is the Fruity One, with its friendly fanfiction.
I'm pretty new to this whole thing, but I love to write stories.
It is very good practice for English.
I hope you enjoy this.
I really like Snape, he's my fav character.
I thought it might be nice for a change to see things through Snape's eyes. We all saw how traumatic Snape's life was in the fifth book, so maybe we should cut the guy some slack.
Oh yeah, just make sure you keep reading this story. It gets really funny.
Chapter One: Haunting Memories
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Severus Snape's eyes gazed at the tall hourglasses. They contained precious jewels, that glittered as they stood proudly in the Entrance Hall. Each hourglass depicted the number of house points each house was allocated at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. To his pleasure Slytherin, his own house, was winning, but only by ten points.
He brushed back his seventeen-year-old lanky hair, and permitted himself a smirk. It was interrupted by a hushed whisper. Snape ducked under a staircase. He watched with curiosity as the whispers grew louder. They seemed move towards Gryffindor's hourglass.
He was baffled. There were voices, but no-bodies.
All of a sudden four boys appeared out of nowhere, a mysterious cloak dropping at their feet.
It was the four Gryffindor troublemakers, James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew. James brought out his wand and tapped Gryffindor's hourglass. New sparkling gems fell, adding house points.
"Prongs, are you sure this is a good idea?" asked Peter, addressing James with his nickname.
"Of course! We lost all those points unfairly in Potions today. Let's just say, I'm giving Gryffindor a little Christmas present before we leave for the holidays," reasoned James.
They turned to leave, grasping the cloak, but what Snape had just witnessed was too unfair to be permitted. He leapt from hiding place and pounced on James.
With one simple swipe, James threw Snape crashing to the floor, his nose bleeding. He stood up abruptly, revealing his wand.
"I warning you Potter, take back those points!" he threatened, hands shaking.
"Shut up Snivellus!" barked Sirius, "You Prat! 'Too much noise, and you will wake up the whole school! Do you want detention?"
"It would be worth it!" snarled Snape.
Before Snape could react, Remus reached out with his wand and cursed him with the Locomotor Mortis.
Snape writhed around on the floor, his arms and legs locked at his sides.
"Now, just to be sure the little rat doesn't squeak…" smirked James.
"FLIPENDO!" all four of them hit him with a powerful spell.
Snape was slammed against the marble walls. He could not think. His head whirled. He could just see the four towering silhouettes standing over him sneering. He was done for.
With that submissive thought, the doors of the hall swung opened, snowy drafts pouring in.
The doors revealed a mysterious figure, its white cloak camouflaging with the snow. A deep hood covered its head, revealing only a protruding, delicate chin and beautiful lips.
It looked like a girl.
She appeared to be of the same age as them, only it was hard to see under the body-concealing cloak. She promptly turned to close the doors, restoring warmth.
The light clunking of her boots echoed across the now stunned and silent hall. She crossed to meet the gawking crowd of five. She approached Snape, permitted by the parting attackers. Snape was trembling, barley managing to remain conscious. She walked right up to him, allowing him to see under her hood for a split second. Two curious cat-like eyes, studied his wounds.
Without a word she quickly turned to the cowering foursome, wand drawn. She uttered words Snape was too ill to hear, and waved her wand at the unfortunate group. Magically their pants dropped, revealing interesting boxers. They looked down at their boxers and screamed, desperately pulling them up. They fell down again.
They turned and bolted up the stairs, straining to hold up their garments.
Snapes's vision became a blur. He fainted. When he stirred he realised he was back in his common room, and the hooded figure was leaning over him uttering healing spells and counter-curses. He was too drained to move but she helped him up with a firm grip. He wanted to thank her, but he could hardly speak. He wondered who she was, and what she was doing here.
"Angel" was all he could mumble in gratitude as she turned to leave.
"Be careful," the distant voice from under the hood warned.
With that she was gone. Her voice echoed and repeated over and over. He was falling into darkness, he begged her not to leave him like this, desperately calling out her name. "Angel, Angel, ANGEL!"
With a jolt, the present Snape snapped out of his dream, and threw back the covers. He could feel the pouring of cold sweat down his face and back. He stood up with a shudder and paced his room in his quarters at Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
What caused that nightmare? He shook his head allowing his hair to fall in his face. It then hit him once more. Dumbledore, the headmaster at Hogwarts, had told him last night that he could not be the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, and must still remain as the Potions Master.
"Severus, I have told you every year you've applied for this position. It is too risky. If Voldermort found out that you were developing powerful Aurors, he would kill you." The memory of Dumbledore's haunting voice nastily repeated itself for the hundredth time.
It must have been this that caused him to recall upon unpleasant memories.
Potter. That arrogant little sneak. Gryffindors will pay for their cheating and cheek, even if it meant Snape seeking revenge against James' worthless son, Harry Potter.
He looked at a clock, it was 4 am.
He put on his dressing robe and left his bedroom for his small drawing room. His favourite chair welcomed him to sit by the fire, to escape the nasty chill of the dungeons. As he approached its front, he leapt back in shock.
"Hello!" said a cheery voice. Someone was sitting in his chair.
A/N well, that's it for now. Yes, I know it may be short, but I have little time, nor patience for super long chapters. I hope you like it. Regarding using my ideas, I don't mind if I inspire you, but I would appreciate it if you don't copy my idea exactly. I get really annoyed at this, and I see it in fan fictions all the time. They are usually minor things such as settings. If you do have a story similar to mine, and you wrote it before me, I'm real sorry. It must be coincidental, as I haven't seen any fics like mine before.
Take care. Please review.
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