Title: Snape's Private Hell
Author: Madelynn Rae
Description: It appears that Snape has been found out for his position as a spy, and Dumbledore feels he is not safe in the wizard world. Snape is sent to a very unusual place, where no one could possibly find him.
Disclaimer: I don't own Snape, but god I wish I did.
Kjady: Aww, I love Snape romance! My favorites are HGSS, but I would like to see some more SSLE, I don't see enough of those.
Dianatyne: Yep, I'm Wiccan, have been for nearly 3 years. Athena is my favorite Greek goddess, which is why I knew a bit about her… plus we studied the Greek pantheon in my second year of high-school English. I like Celtic goddesses the best though, like Scathach and Queen Boadicea, Celtic women held so much more power than in other cultures. Not that I'm uber-feminist or anything, but I just don't like how most cultures portray women.
Krirobe: Oh yeah, and to the second part of your review, lol, I haven't even been thinking much about in-class events. I can't think of much right now, but here, I'll make an attempt.
Severus set at his desk, cringing on the inside. He had given the students an assignment to write a poem that had to be at least a verse long. Hopefully, that would be all that most of them wrote. The students filed into the classroom and sat down quietly, looking nervously at their teacher. Miss Aislynn sat in a chair by Snape's desk, scribbling something onto a piece of paper.
He glanced up and looked around the room, trying to pick the person who looked least enthused to read a poem to the class. He smirked, his gaze falling upon the punk girl with the lip ring.
"You, Arial. Read yours."
Suppressing a groan, she stood up in front of the class, pulling a piece of paper out of her hoodie pocket. Her gaze flickered to a brown-haired boy across the room, and Miss Aislynn smirked. Arial had a crush on him.
In the end,
We all have a special friend.
Someone who is true,
And I hope that someone is you.
I hope you like me,
And I hope it's me you see
When you search your heart to find
The one you'll be with for all time.
Arial blushed and flicked her eyes to him again, sitting down. The boy, named Lee, smiled back at her. It was an odd combination, a punk, pierced girl and one of the most popular kids in class. Magdalena hoped he wouldn't break Arial's heart.
Snape's eyebrow raised, then he wrote something down in the gradebook for her. He was actually quite surprised she had finished an assignment; she never had work in on time. He smirked, looking to Lee, to see what he had to say.
"Lee, your garbage-- I mean, poetry please."
Lee scowled at the snarky teacher, flipping him off when he thought he wasn't looking.
"Detention, my room, one hour."
Lee's face reddened with embarrassment and anger as he stood in the front of the class.
Happy Jack and skiddly-do,
I wrote this poem just for you.
You're smart and fun,
I think I won,
The very moment I found you.
Lee turned and winked at Arial, and she ducked shyly into her black hair, which looked stunningly like Snape's, except for bright pink bangs.
Snape's face turned green at the feel of the sick, disgusting, teenage love spreading through the room.
As Lee went to go sit down, Gerard raised his hand and cleared his throat. Snape looked up at him, scowling.
"Yes, Mr. Grunwald, would you like to read next?" The blond boy folded his arms on the table, a smile on his face. He looked at Miss Aislynn.
"Actually, I want Miss Aislynn to tell us a poem. She like, does this cool thing where she just says stuff off the top of her head and makes it sound good."
Blushing, Magdalena ducked into her seat, and was thankful that Snape wouldn't agree to such a thing… or so she thought.
"Well, all right. Miss Aislynn, demonstrate this talent for us?"
She turned and gaped at him, wide-eyed. He smirked at her, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Whining defeatedly, she stood up and walked to the front of the room, her hands on her hips, staring at the floor in thought. She glanced up at Gerard.
"You're in a lot of trouble, Goober." The blond boy just grinned and leaned forward in his seat, resting his chin in his hands, waiting for her to start.
She took a deep breath and looked at the ground for a moment, then lifted her head.
"A shadow… looming in the corner," she breathed softly, and everyone leaned in to hear. Snape tilted his head, interested. She took a step to the right, and with each line, stared into someone's eyes. Her voice was full of conviction, sadness, and slight anger.
"…hiding, fearful of the light.
A hurt inside, unjust, unfair,
Life just wasn't right.
Scorned and hated,
Loyalty debated,
But still… still, he waited.
Yes, dear friends, he waited."
Snape's breath hitched in his throat. Her voice didn't sound like her own… and the words didn't seem quite her own either. Letting his eyes fade out of focus, he looked at her aura. Her brilliant red seemed to stretch outward with his forest green, which was reaching back, and they intertwined. He noticed a trail of green flowing into her chest and her ear.
"You're hiding, you're waiting,
But someone will find you.
I… I will find you…"
Snapping out of almost a trance, she looked around the room. Everyone kind of looked back and forth between her and Snape, strange looks on their faces. Snape looked at her strangely as well, hair falling in his face. Mag looked at him, her face growing pale. She grabbed her things and hurriedly rushing out of the room, feeling just a bit silly.
Later in the evening, Magdalena sat at the end of her futon, her knees drawn to her chest, fingers entangled in her hair. Looking up at the painting of herself and her late lover, a tear rolled down her cheek.
"I don't want to like him, Joseph… I still miss you, so much I feel like my chest will burst and paint the walls with my blood." She let out a small chuckle, wiping her face on her arm as a new flow of tears spilled down her cheek.
"I feel silly, praying to this semblance of an altar to you, hoping maybe you'll just appear right in front of me and be here again. Everyone tells me I should get out and date, that you'd want me to be happy and move on, and that it'd kill you to see me being taken over by a sort of death like this. The thing is, 'Seph, that I can't let go. It's been 6 years, and I can't move on. Whoever said time heals all wounds should be shot, see how much time they have to heal the wound that will soon kill them."
She paused for a moment, appalled at how much 'Seph' sounded like 'Sev' when she said it.
Severus walked into the hall, hoping to get in and out of the bathroom and time to finish watching the rest of "Beavis and Butthead: Do America" (Magdalena must never know), when he heard her sobbing, and her choked voice.
"The two of you are complete opposites: you were always smiling, sweet, caring, and had the temper of a houseplant. This man doesn't smile, he smirks evilly. I don't know if he's sweet or caring, but I doubt it. Oh, and don't get me started on his temper. He hasn't really lashed at me personally, but watching him with kids, he's just… frightening. I'm glad I'm not 8 years younger.
As much of a bad apple he seems to be, I see something, really see something when I'm around him. Things have happened to him that shouldn't happen to anyone. I don't think he's had much of a childhood."
It stung him to be reminded of his life before and during Hogwarts, and it hurt more to realize how right she was with every word she said about him.
"He's different around me… I mean, I don't know how he is normally, but seeing the defenses he puts up around the other teachers and around the students, I can imagine he was that way back at home as well. When he's with me though, he seems a bit more open. Not by much, but he is. We have one thing in common though: snakes." Magdalena smiled, remembering how fidgety Joseph was about Brutus, the big yellow snake she had owned when she was 16 and 17. "He seems to like snakes as much as I do."
Snape leaned against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest, his head bowed thoughtfully.
"He's attractive, 'Seph. I find him really attractive, and I don't know why. Well, he's not ugly, and he's barely better than plain… It's who he is that I'm attracted to, I suppose, not the endless night sky of his eyes or the way his hair falls in his face."
Severus's head snapped up, and his face pinked slightly.Attractive?? Bloody hell, next thing you know I'll be cute or studly… dear Merlin, save me…
He poked his head in to see Magdalena… and a golden, glowing figure sitting next to her, its hand on her shoulder. It was in the form of a male human, with blond hair. He looked to be in his early twenties. The figure turned his face from Magdalena to Snape. The ghost smirked good-naturedly.
"Treat her right," a male voice, almost as deep as his own, breathed, "or you're as good as dead."
Hope you liked. I actually spent more than a day on it! lol