I love to write, but I haven't for a long time. Given that this is my first fanfiction, and I haven't even tried to write anything remotely resembling a story in nearly a year and a half, be gentle with me.
Thanks for reading!
NOTE: the italicized bit is dialog taken almost directly from the movie, I did add a few things in. :)
'You have performed extraordinary magic with the wand, my Lord, in the last few hours alone,' Severus said as Voldemort approached him, his snake Nagini slithering obediently by his side. 'No.. No.. I am extraordinary.. but the wand, it resists me,' Voldemort replied. 'There is no wand more powerful… Ollivander himself said it,' Severus said reassuringly, 'tonight, when the boy comes, it will not fail you. I'm sure of it. It answers to you, and you only.' Voldemort stared at him looking like he was about to laugh, 'does it?' Snape knew where this was going, of course he did; he was an intelligent man. He was honestly surprised that Voldemort hadn't figured it out sooner. 'My Lord?' Snape asked as innocently as he could. 'The wand,' Voldemort started as he began to pace around him, 'does it truly answer to me? You're a clever man, Severus, surely you must know. Where does its' true loyalty lie?'
'With you, of course, my Lord,' Snape said as he inwardly cursed himself for vowing to protect Draco.
'The Elder Wand cannot serve me properly because I am not its' true master. The Elder Wand belongs to the wizard who killed its' last owner….. You killed Dumbledore, Severus. While you live, the Elder Wand cannot truly be mine. You've been a good and faithful servant, Severus, but only I can live forever.' Severus knew what was going to happen before the words 'Nagini, kill' had even left his masters lips. He watched in stunned horror as the snake lunged for his throat.
Severus's eyes shot open and did their usual panicked sweep around his private chambers before he realized that that was in fact where he was, not in the Shrieking Shack. Severus detangled his hands from his sheets as he struggled to return his heart-rate to normal. Severus Snape had never had a nightmare in his life. That is, until he was brutally attacked and almost killed by an evil snake nearly two years ago. Now the terrifying memories from the night of the battle ran through his thoughts with vivid clarity every night without fail, always ending with him staring into that idiotic snakes gleaming black eyes. Finally feeling almost-like himself, Severus threw back the covers of his bed and walked over to his dresser. He pulled off his black t-shirt and turned to pull a crisp white button down from his wardrobe. He caught sight of himself in the full length mirror. A long jagged scar, starting just under his left ear, ran down across his neck to the middle of his collar bone and then down to the right side of his chest. The scar stood out prominently against his pale flesh and could be easily seen as it was raised and bumpy. After the wound was inflicted he had lost a lot of blood due to how deep and well placed the gash was. When Potter, Weasley and the Granger girl had found him he was nearly unconscious from blood-loss and nearly positive he was on his way out. He had given his precious memories to Potter and then the selfish prat and his ginger-haired friend had run off. The last thing he remembered before passing out was Granger pouring what had apparently been a very crudely made healing potion onto his wounds. Without Granger, he would have died. He owed her his life and that made him uncomfortable.
He shook his head to clear his thoughts and pulled on the dress shirt, and black jacket, both buttoned to the neck.
Severus walked into his potions storeroom and stared at the mess of ingredients strewn carelessly about by him during his frantic research over the summer and set to work de-cluttering and reorganising it. By the time he finished he realized it was nearly time for the start of year feast. He grabbed his cloak off the back of a nearby chair, fastening it securely around his neck. Shoving his wand into his pocket, he stood in front of the full length mirror making sure his scar wasn't too visible.
'Just be glad Potter and the rest of the Trio aren't here this year,' he told his reflection. He turned and stalked out of his chambers. At least he'd found one positive thing to look forward to for the upcoming year.