Vampire Heart
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, or the song. Though if anyone wants to give me Ville or Snape I'll gladly accept :P
A/N I strongly suggest you read these lyrics! It's a great song :D
"Vampire Heart"
You can't escape the wrath of my heart
Beating
to your funeral song (You're so alone)
All faith is lost for hell
regained
And love dust in the hands of shame (Just be brave)
Let
me bleed you this song of my heart before
And lead you along this
path in the dark
Where I belong 'till I feel your warmth
Hold
me
Like you held on to life
When all fears came alive and
entombed me
Love me
Like you love the sun
Scorching the
blood in my vampire heart
I'll be the thorns on every
rose
You've been sent I hope (You'll grow cold)
I am the
nightmare waking you up
From the dream of a dream of love (Just
like before)
Let me weep you this poem as Heaven's gates
close
Paint you my soul, scarred and alone
Waiting for your
kiss to take me back home
Hold me
Like you held on to
life
When all fears came alive and entombed me
Love me
Like
you love the sun
Scorching the blood in my vampire heart
Hold
me
Like you held on to life
When all fears came alive and
entombed me
Love me
Like you love the sun
Scorching the
blood in my vampire heart
Hold me (Like you held on to
life)
Like you held on to life
(When all fears came alive and
entombed me)
My vampire heart
Love me (Like you love the
sun)
Like you love the sun
(Scorching the blood in my)
My
vampire heart
The sun rises unfailingly every morning as if its sole purpose in life is to obstruct my peace, just as everyone else seems to enjoy. Dumbledore, those snot-nosed kids, the Death Eater's, the list is endless. Not that the sun could offer me any peace of course. It only succeeds in unsettling me. Even before everything was said and done the suns rays were a constant nuisance with my pale skin ever attracting painful burns. My Dungeons are quite a welcome refuge, especially now that I've been rendered no better than that mutt Lupin. But alas, duty calls and now, at the last second the classroom is filling up…
He took his place at the back of the classroom leering at all those who dared look up and meet his unfailing gaze. The instructions had been on the board since he first entered the classroom half an hour ago. Of course he knew only one person in this class could make this potion properly. Hermione Granger, the wizarding prodigy. Yes, she was quite a remarkable creature. Severus knew that she strove for his approval, but he also knew that until Voldemorte's reign ended he could never encourage her. He was under constant scrutiny by his Slytherins. He could practically see them taking notes of his behaviour as if he was a lesson being taught. Just then, Neville Longbottom caught his eye.
"Longbottom, how many aphids are to go in the potion?" he asked the now cowering boy. In his mind, the word 'boy' was emphasized.
"Th-three sir," he muttered with no trace of confidence.
"Really Longbottom? Are you willing to stake your life on that?" At this Neville noticeably paled. Casting his eyes downward he replied, "No, sir."
"Well, seeing as in this class that's what it comes down to, I suggest you are willing to bet your life before you do anything in this class from now on." Hopefully that got through to the walking accident. "And five points from Gryffindor. The instructions aren't on the board for my own benefit." He couldn't help the look of utter respect on Miss Granger's face at his little speech. It was odd to see her give him such a look. Only three emotions had been directed towards him before, fear, contempt and pity. It made him realize how much he yearned for someone, anyone, to see him as more than a monster or a pawn in a battle of wills. Perhaps Miss Granger is that someone.
A/N: Yes, it's short, but this is only the prologue, the normal chapters will be much longer, and should be up soon!