LefthandedFreak: This is my first Harry Potter Fanfic and probably won't be the last. This is about one of my favorite characters!
Josh, a figment of my imagination: Fred?
LefthandedFreak: No...though I wouldn't mind writing about him. I'm talking about Snape.
Josh, figment man: (glares) your going to destroy any respect I have for him aren't you?
LefthandedFreak: I surely hope not. Anyways, just to let everyone know, I DON'T OWN ANYTHING! Goodies. And if I did, there'd be a lot of crossovers and slash taking place. Oh, but this isn't a slash peice. Just something I came up with. I hope you enjoy.
A cold wind blew across the lawn that day. I had never been more miserable in all my life. A white robe breezed past my left cheek as a voice swept out from the darkness of my mind.
Move.
I found it hard to do this. I mustered all the strength that I could but found that I could not budge. I guess that sorrow from the heart can affect the body.
I snapped out of my thoughts almost too abruptly as a sturdy man knocked past me, in a hurry to see some one to an emergency table. I sighed. As bad as the other person looked it couldn't be as bad as the one who had claimed my attention for this day alone.
That said, I remember why I am standing in the white washrooms of this gloomy hospital. I am amazed that anyone can move so fast when time seems to be standing so still. Quietly, I remove myself from the ruckus and convert to the quite comfort of the shadows. I inspect my feet. Black leather hidden beneath a layer of muck and grim; a bit of green grass sticking out as my feet squish against the clean floor. But then again, that's how you would like it, you always like things like that.
When I look up I have found that I am halfway up a flight stairs. I curse profoundly. As my inner self has tried to hide from the truth, to evade what lies ahead, my body betrays and leads me closer to the inevitable. I sometimes amaze myself on how cruel I can be.
Making my way to the third level of this hellhole, I come upon a plague labeled "Unavailable Treatment" though I thought it more appropriate if it read, "Hopeless Cases we do not care about and wish would Kill Themselves." Maybe that would make it better on both of us, eh? I pass through the door next to it and find myself in an empty hallway that leads to an old wooden desk in the middle of the ward, a young broad sitting directly behind.
I made myself a bit more presentable but not to attract, I'm not even interested in types like she, and strode over to the desk with my very own perfected walk. On closer inspection, I could see an air of boredom on her stout and slender face, an oversized amount of mascara smeared across her eyes as she peered up at me from behind a two-year-old magazine.
"May I help you?" She doesn't even say sir. Not like you…you always said sir. You knew what manners where.
"Yes mam, I am here to see a friend, a patient Natalie Star", the lady huffed loudly before tossing her floppy book down onto the creaky wood, sliding a clipboard over and studying it. After turning several pages, each one letting off dust of some sort, the lady blinked a couple of times before nodding her head to the right.
"She'll be down that hall, last door to the right." , She didn't even wait to finish before she grabbed her magazine back up and buried her face within the pages. "Have a nice visit". She snorted. I had to agree. There was nothing nice about this visit. Wandering down the hall, I listened to the quite of the shadows, inspecting the look of the place. All white.
You hate white. You say it's too bland. I bet you would love to draw on these walls. It would be a giant canvas just for you and your box of crayons.
You love crayons.
I find myself planted in front of your room. The door is also white. I'm starting to realize why you hated it so much. I bite my lip as I find myself reach for the doorknob. Why am I here? It's not to see a friend. She died awhile back in that field during that battle. I slowly pull my hand away. No. I don't want to see what you have become. I want to go back to how everything used to be.
But I can't.
The door opens before and an old tired disheveled looking man steps from the silence. I know this man. I have known him for quit some time. I blame him for what happened though you begged not to let anyone fall to fault. I can't help it. Wizard or not, I am human.
"Severus" I stifle as I hear my name being spoken from his thin wrinkled lips. There is no twinkle in his eye like normal.
"Dumbledore" I try not to sound too unhappy to see him but he picks the air up anyway. He was always good at that. You never said if it was good or bad. He pulls me from my mind as he pats my shoulder.
"I'm glad you came, Severus, she hasn't spoken a word since…the accident". He refers to it like it was just some sort of broken bone that will be repaired in no time. He's trying to make me feel better. "I'll leave you two alone" He turned to leave but I stopped him.
"You know, she doesn't want me to hate you, but I can't help but feel the flames of anger well up when I see you. I know she believes it was her fault but…but I blame you". He doesn't smile. His eyes don't twinkle. He doesn't say a word. He just wanders back down the hall to wait for my return.
How dare he see you. He doesn't deserve to. I have only barely realized that he left your door wide open.
Unlike the rest of the morbid place, your room is full of light cascading from the glass pane, your body sitting on the window seat and basking in the glow. You'd be smiling if you truly where there. I step inside a little further, not too sure of what to do, when I hear a crack beneath my foot. A wrapper rolls out from beneath my dirt-covered shoe. It seems as if they took your precious crayons away.
I peak a glance at you but you haven't moved. You're just sitting there. No hello or what's up…. nothing. I stride across the room slowly and sit next to you gently. On closer inspection, I can see a change. Your eyes hold no light, your hairs a mess, and your extremely pale. You even look a bit thinner but then again, that could be the light.
Not knowing what to do, I speak.
"Hello Natalie. How are you today?" I have just managed to make myself sound like a bloody doctor. I hate doctors. They always appear like they care. You never liked them either. Maybe you'd be alive if you had.
You don't move nor speak., only stare into the haze of the outside world. I don't think you see any of it though.
"You know, I was a bit afraid when they decided to bring you here but now, I guess, it's better" Nothing. No response to any of it. You're no longer the life happy girl I knew. I finally become angry. I don't want to see you like this. It's too painful.
I get up and start to head for the door.
A hand reaches out and touches my arm gently.
I turn.
You smile.
LefthandedFreak: Yeah, so that's it so far. Not all of it, just the beginning, hopefully.
Josh, figment man: Boy, you actually thought about this when you wrote it didn't you?
LefthandedFreak: I do in everything I write. Anyways, please Read and Reveiw!