My Own, Chapter Two:
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3rd Person Point of View:
Severus slept through his alarm and only woke up because of the thunderous sound of the Slytherin students going to breakfast. Sitting up from his position over the pensive, he tried to stretch but his robes were all stiff. Grumbling, he stood up and made his way into the bathroom. His head hurt like as if he had a hangover and Severus wondered what on earth he did the night before. Suddenly, all of the last night's memories flooded into his head, making it hurt more. He grasped the sink for support and took deep breaths to help clear his head of the memories. Looking up into the mirror, Severus was shocked by what he saw; his hair was sticking up in every area, his face was deathly white and sad. But worst of all, his eyes held tears. Ever since Lily died, he had never seen himself in such a state. He turned the tap on and washed his face, trying to avoid thinking about his personal life. With a scowl he remembered that he had to teach classes today – like that was what he needed. He walked into the main room, with his wand in hand.
"Expecto Patronum." He cast. Shooting out of his wand, a beautiful doe appeared, emotionally making the wound in his heart bigger.
"I, Severus Tobias Snape, ask for permission to be excused from all classes today." He said aloud, staring purposefully at the doe. With the flick of a wand, the doe leapt gracefully through the door with his message. This would be the first day Severus ever took off, if he was excused. Emotionally drained, he walked over to a lone table and called for a kitchen elf.
"What would you like sir?" Fluffy asked.
"Strong black coffee with two sugars and – " Severus' deep voice was interrupted by a knock on the door. Standing up, he went to open the door but the visitor let himself in. Severus moaned inwardly as the figure of Albus Dumbledore stepped into the room.
"I would love a peppermint tea, thank you Fluffy." Dumbledore requested, seating himself on a couch opposite Severus. Severus just stared blankly at the headmaster, not really registering anything. The sound of apparition broke Severus from his trance and he sat down with his head in his hands. Silence began to fill the air.
"After all this time?" Albus asked, with tears in his eyes. He knew Severus knew what he meant.
"Always." Severus replied, his voice hoarse yet quiet and hushed. Albus leaned into the chair as sympathy once again took over him. Not once in over 14 years had Albus ever heard Snape confess emotions of any kind, least of all an undying love. He had no idea that Severus was capable of such depth.
"You have my permission to be excused." Dumbledore declared, his voice unusually aged. A crack signaled that the house elf was back and the two men took their drinks, murmuring thanks. As Severus drank, Albus scrutinized his face through his half-moon spectacles. More pale then usual, shallow cheekbones, stress marks across his face and greasy hair made Dumbledore wonder whether Severus would ever recover (although the greasy hair isn't new). Silence again filled the room, and Albus began to feel as though he was somehow intruding some sort of grieving process.
"Alas, I must go. Take as long as you need, Severus." Albus said, putting a comforting hand on Severus' shoulder. Severus just nodded in acknowledgement and sat quietly as Dumbledore left.
Not caring about the time, he stood up and went to lie down in bed, where the thoughts he tried to keep at bay flooded his mind.
'Where did I go wrong? Didn't she know how much I loved her? Does she know I still do? Why did she never tell me that I had a son? Why, why did she marry Potter?' He thought as he curled up into a ball under the sheets. 'I have always loved her. I still do. But I want nothing to do with Harry Potter. Potter. He has James' last name, not to mention his looks. How am I meant to face the replica of the person who destroyed me? What on earth does Lily expect? Harry is an arrogant, disrespectful, trouble making bastard just like his father. Ha. I could never be the boy's father. It can't be right.' He continued to think.
And all though he was thinking of his hatred of Harry, he was truly thinking of Lily. How much he loved her, prized her; treasured her. Severus loved her so much, that it actually hurt. And for one of the rare moments in his life where he didn't have to hide his emotions, Severus Snape cried himself to sleep for the second time, with only one question remaining: Why?
As Snape went through a mental breakdown, the school (oblivious to their snarky Potions' masters' state) enjoyed a lovely game of Quidditch: a promising game between Gryffindor and Slytherin.
Harry had just finished putting his seeker robes on when Ron walked in with Fred and George.
"Nervous Harry?" Ron asked, wearily watching the twins swinging around their Beater bats. Harry chuckled.
"Not really. I know what to expect from Slytherins: foul play and violence. I guess that's why we have two brilliant Beaters…" Harry commented dryly. Ron snorted.
"Just be sure to give send an extra Bludger Malfoy's way! I just can't stand seeing his smug little face held high…" Ron encouraged.
"We'll be sure to do that!" Fred and George said in unison, appearing suddenly either side of Ron. Harry grinned at them, but before he could say anything, Professor McGonagall walked into the room, staring purposefully at her Quidditch team…particularly the Beaters.
"Be sure to do what, Mr. and Mr. Weasley?" McGonagall asked, looking at the twins with a stern expression (but slight smile). The twins just smile innocently back, making McGonagall roll her eyes.
"Now, I don't want any foul play from any of you, but please try your hardest. It would do Professor Snape's ego the world a good if they lose…"McGonagall comments slyly before backing out of the quarters, her robes swaying behind her.
"I better go and find Hermione so we can get a good spot for the match." Ron said, patting Harry on the back and heading out the doorway. Harry breathed in deeply and fixed his glasses on straight, before grabbing his Firebolt and heading out the other way.
As the whistle signaled, the Gryffindor team rose in the air and disappeared as they sped around the field positioning themselves. The Slytherins – being Slytherins – calculated Gryffindor's moves and followed their players so they appeared to know what they were doing.
"And the Quaffle is passed from Angelina Johnson to Alicia Spinnet and – oh no! Flint has taken possession of the Quaffle and is racing towards Wood, but wait! Angelina comes in at 2 o'clock and captures the Quaffle…she swerves in and out…SHE SCORES! 10 points to Gryffindor! Trust Angelina Johnson to save the day!" Lee Jordan commentates, his voice booming across the field. The crowd roars and chants as their teams fly past; Slytherin's crowd considerably smaller as Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw support Gryffindor.
Suddenly, the Golden boy, Harry Potter, pulls his Firebolt into a steep dive, and then quickly rises back up into the air spiraling with his hand outstretched.
"And it looks like Harry Potter has found the Snitch!" Lee exclaims in delight. At these words, Draco Malfoy goes speeding by, following Harry's lead and chasing the Snitch. As they keep their eyes peeled on the Snitch, the boys come nose to nose, neck to neck, as they both fight for the golden Snitch.
"And surely, it will be Harry Potter of Gryffindor who catches the Snitch!" Lee Jordan predicts, earning a slight smirk from Professor McGonagall and a rowdy cheer from the supporting houses.
Confidently reaching forward, his body stretched and millimeters ahead of Draco, Harry takes the plunge for the Snitch. His hands miss and all the extra weight on the front of the broom causes him to clumsily fall. Terrified screams erupt from the crowd as Harry crashes to the ground.
"Oh no! Harry Potter has fallen from his broom!" Lee yells, looking like he was about to jump from the commentators' stall to help. All the students supporting Gryffindor flooded onto the field, trying to see if Harry is alive - Hermione and Ron pushing to the front of the crowd - but Dumbledore was the first to get to him.
"Harry. Harry. What is Hagrid's hippogriff named?" Albus whispers quickly, (for only Harry to hear) as he takes Harry's pulse.
"Buckbeak." Harry wheezes, wincing. Albus sat him upright and the crowd was relieved to see him alive. Hermione and Ron came forward to be by Dumbledore and Harry, both with worried expressions on their faces.
"I believe Madam Pomfrey is in order." Albus states simply. Ron runs off to fetch her, and almost immediately, Madam Pomfrey appears.
"He needs to be taken to the hospital wing." She states with one look. Dumbledore picks Harry up gently to take him away to the hospital ward, with Hermione and Ron following closely at his heels.
Just as Dumbledore, Harry and majority of the school leave the field, Draco catches the Snitch (Slytherin continued the game, un-phased and uncaring).
"And Draco catches the Snitch…woo hoo for Slytherin…" Lee remarks sarcastically as he jumps down from the stall to join the others.
After examination and a good dose of medicine, Madam Pomfrey draws the curtains around Harry's bed and turns to Dumbledore. She had to vacate the whole ward of his admirers, and now with the students in bed and no Miss Granger or Mr. Weasley to listen by the infirmary door, it was only Dumbledore left.
"He has two broken ribs, a fractured wrist, and the possibility of internal bleeding. I have a few tricks up my sleeve which should make him good to go in a few days." Pomfrey declares, standing beside Dumbledore. "Mind you, I think his pride is the most damaged." She comments slyly, trying to get a reaction out of Dumbledore. Albus remains standing with a frown and Madam Pomfrey walks away, exasperated.
"Severus will have to hear about this." Albus mutters to himself, unaware that Harry had heard what he said…
Hello all!
I am surprised how long it's taken me to write this, and I do apologize. However, I have been extremely busy with my main story, BitterSweet, which is currently at it's 14th chapter.
This chapter has taken 5 drafts to get to this stage, and I am no where near 100% happy, however I am so sick of going bed everynight to reread it over and over again! Depending on the reviews (If you guys do/not like it) I will change it accordingly. I hope that you will excuse any left over grammar mistakes/spelling mistakes, I'm almost at the point of insanity!
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I hope you have enjoyed the chapter, and that you all have an extraordinary Christmas!
Love
Angela (Missteque).