Last Impression
By Angelis-Sensei
Challenge set by Plot Bunny's Helper (AKA Blackest Grim)
AN: The title of this isn't mine.. I didn't come up with it.. Lifted from a song that I felt was appropriate. And not ONE person has guessed. It's the song of the same name by Two-Mix for the movie, Endless Waltz. It's one of the best anime movies I've watched. I suggest that you check the series as well as the movie out.
The chapter and its title is inspired by "It's Sad" by HYDE on his latest album, Faith.
Refer to my profile if you must see a disclaimer.
Key:
"Talking."
'Thoughts.'
"Parseltongue."
"Arabic (Egyptian)."
"Latin."
Chapter 4:
A Verdict Has Been Reached: Guilty
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"Anyway, there is something you would like to know, is that correct?"
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He paused, taking in a breath. The boy would want to know why, of course. But Severus himself would like some answers from the boy, it would only make sense for them to help each other.
"I'll give you your answers, but afterwards, you must tell me why you're asking these types of questions. Going into other people's business where you don't belong," he eyed the other that began to sit straight in his seat. "I want your word on it that you'll answer the questions I have."
After Grim's nod, Severus began:
"There were many chaotic things happening when I was human then..."
!- Approximately 1000 years prior to this conversation -!
He was minding his own business that day. And what a horrible day it twas. There must have been a terrible curse that had been laid upon him prior to such day. Tis said that one brought their own bad luck upon themselves.
Twas utter shite, that saying.
He was wearing his normal garb that he usually wore, but now in tatters. In the distance, someone was galloping on a horse. Picking up the pace, as so he wouldn't be caught if they were after him, he ran a different way, toward the wood.
"You there! Stop, yes, stop!" Someone yelled after him.
"I have not yet done any damage, sir," he replied, stopping his walk, gazing up at the man ontop the majestic golden-brown horse.
"You are not in trouble, young lad. It just seemed to be that you're not looking in the best grace," the man on horse back offered.
"Well, sir, my family was just killed – burned at the stake, they were. It was horrifying. Tis was all that they could do to protect me, sir. I did nothing wrong – nor did they."
"Accused of being witches, yes?" was the only questioned asked.
"Yes sir."
"I think it would be best if you came with me, then," he lent down a hand, to help the younger teen up onto the horse.
Taking and embracing the hand, the younger said simply, "Thank you, sir. I'll never forget this."
!- Approximately one year later -!
"Godric! Godric! Oh, blast it. Where are you, Godric? Blast you to hell, Godric. Every time that I try to find you... you're gone." Twas the same young boy that was calling for this Godric as before, looking in much better health this time 'round.
"I'm right here, little snake," came from behind.
"There you are! I was wanting to know when we were going to the market on the morrow. So that I would rise from my sleep at the allotted time."
"Ah... always the one to be punctual. Yes, well... We should arise and leave by noon on the morrow. Is there anything else that you mightn't need?"
"Should I go by my name, going to the market this time? Surely they might come after me?"
"You should be fine. After all, you are cunning, Salazar Slytherin."
To Be Continued…
AN: Cut short to make just one revelation at a time. Builds suspence.
