Ghosts (repost), Snape/OFC, 4/48
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rmGhosts (repost), Snape/OFC, 4/48
Rating: G – hard-R; this chapter G
Author’s Notes:
If you don’t know what this is, please read this: http://rm.livejournal.com/727358.html
This story was originally written in late-2001; despite a recent tune-up, it is in no way compliant with the current state of the HP universe.
Your feedback and commentary are always welcome, even for a time capsule such as this.
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kalichan. It features Severus Snape, Lucius & Narcissa Malfoy, Bellatrix & Rodolphus Lestrange and Regulus Black and mostly takes place in 1979 – 1981 but has forays both significantly forward and back in time. It is also a multimedia project.
Disclaimer: It’s JKR’s world, I just mess about with it.
I will not kill him. I will not tear into him in the hall. I'll just mention that we need to have a discussion, later, in private.
Allosia rehearsed what she was going to say to him as she made her way towards Snape's classroom. Much to her surprise, she found McGonagall having a nasty confrontation with him in the hall.
"No, Severus, I don't care what he did, nor do I care what your intent was. School has barely begun and not only are students prowling the halls at all hours, you're encouraging them. If I could take points from Slytherin for your behavior I would!"
Allosia approached, her ire taking on a hint of amused curiosity. "I take it I wasn't the only professor with a late night visitor last night?"
She had addressed the question to McGonagall, but Snape answered instead, affecting boredom "Allosia, I wasn't particularly compelled by your delusions of uniqueness twenty years ago and I'm certainly not interested in them now."
"Severus," McGonogal began to chide.
"Severus, I suggest you find some manners to go with your clarity," Allosia answered in a clipped voice before turning to McGonagall and adding "Good day, Minerva."
As she walked away, her back painfully straight, Allosia saw Ron Weasley dash up the stairs so fast he almost fell on his face. With a sigh and shake of her head, she realized he had probably heard the whole ridiculous exchange and was now going to share it with all of Gryffindor.
Allosia stalked into class late with a fury that quieted them before she had to even begin to explain just how poor of a day she was having. She slammed her books down on the desk, and immediately noticed that Malfoy had raised his head to smirk at her.
"Just to be clear, class, I'm normally quite nice, but we're not going to be getting off on the right foot today. And let me assure you I've learned from the best when it comes to unpleasantness," she paused to see if there was any reaction. "Mr. Malfoy, do not even so much as think in my direction, or I'm taking points." At the sound of rustling from further back in the room, she turned and looked at Ron. "And not only do I not want to hear your opinion on that Mr. Weasley, I don't want to hear your opinion on anything else that happens today, either directly from you or from anyone you'd care to share it with, do I make myself clear?"
At that she saw Harry turn to Hermione and mouth "WOW," but she decided to let it go and proceeded directly into her lesson.
"So, who wants to discuss Death Eaters?"
Allosia realized as she went into the lesson, that while attempting to have a sense of humor, she probably merely sounded insane at this point. Not a good first day.
She called on Hermione mainly to prevent an act of spontaneous combustion should she not be allowed to answer a question, and the whole thing quickly digressed into an argument as to whether it was even technically possible for someone to be a former Death Eater, or if what was done was done.
"Can people come back to the Light? Certainly they can and they do. Do I think their past choices cause permanent damage, color their souls in some way? In my work, this is what I've seen and this is something I would encourage you to consider, but I can't tell you it's a fact."
Crabbe, piped up from the back without bothering to raise his hand or even look in her direction. "Does this mean you think Snape's damaged?"
"First of all Crabbe, I'm not here to do math for you. Secondly, it's Professor Snape. Five points from Slytherin for not showing the proper respect towards faculty, or my classroom. By next class I expect you all to turn in papers on your perceptions of these issues. This is not a test of your learning so much as I want to see how you're thinking about these topics. Dismissed!"
Allosia slumped in her seat.
"I loathe them already," she declared with a bit of wonderment to the empty room.
Rating: G – hard-R; this chapter G
Author’s Notes:
kalichan. It features Severus Snape, Lucius & Narcissa Malfoy, Bellatrix & Rodolphus Lestrange and Regulus Black and mostly takes place in 1979 – 1981 but has forays both significantly forward and back in time. It is also a multimedia project.Disclaimer: It’s JKR’s world, I just mess about with it.
I will not kill him. I will not tear into him in the hall. I'll just mention that we need to have a discussion, later, in private.
Allosia rehearsed what she was going to say to him as she made her way towards Snape's classroom. Much to her surprise, she found McGonagall having a nasty confrontation with him in the hall.
"No, Severus, I don't care what he did, nor do I care what your intent was. School has barely begun and not only are students prowling the halls at all hours, you're encouraging them. If I could take points from Slytherin for your behavior I would!"
Allosia approached, her ire taking on a hint of amused curiosity. "I take it I wasn't the only professor with a late night visitor last night?"
She had addressed the question to McGonagall, but Snape answered instead, affecting boredom "Allosia, I wasn't particularly compelled by your delusions of uniqueness twenty years ago and I'm certainly not interested in them now."
"Severus," McGonogal began to chide.
"Severus, I suggest you find some manners to go with your clarity," Allosia answered in a clipped voice before turning to McGonagall and adding "Good day, Minerva."
As she walked away, her back painfully straight, Allosia saw Ron Weasley dash up the stairs so fast he almost fell on his face. With a sigh and shake of her head, she realized he had probably heard the whole ridiculous exchange and was now going to share it with all of Gryffindor.
Allosia stalked into class late with a fury that quieted them before she had to even begin to explain just how poor of a day she was having. She slammed her books down on the desk, and immediately noticed that Malfoy had raised his head to smirk at her.
"Just to be clear, class, I'm normally quite nice, but we're not going to be getting off on the right foot today. And let me assure you I've learned from the best when it comes to unpleasantness," she paused to see if there was any reaction. "Mr. Malfoy, do not even so much as think in my direction, or I'm taking points." At the sound of rustling from further back in the room, she turned and looked at Ron. "And not only do I not want to hear your opinion on that Mr. Weasley, I don't want to hear your opinion on anything else that happens today, either directly from you or from anyone you'd care to share it with, do I make myself clear?"
At that she saw Harry turn to Hermione and mouth "WOW," but she decided to let it go and proceeded directly into her lesson.
"So, who wants to discuss Death Eaters?"
Allosia realized as she went into the lesson, that while attempting to have a sense of humor, she probably merely sounded insane at this point. Not a good first day.
She called on Hermione mainly to prevent an act of spontaneous combustion should she not be allowed to answer a question, and the whole thing quickly digressed into an argument as to whether it was even technically possible for someone to be a former Death Eater, or if what was done was done.
"Can people come back to the Light? Certainly they can and they do. Do I think their past choices cause permanent damage, color their souls in some way? In my work, this is what I've seen and this is something I would encourage you to consider, but I can't tell you it's a fact."
Crabbe, piped up from the back without bothering to raise his hand or even look in her direction. "Does this mean you think Snape's damaged?"
"First of all Crabbe, I'm not here to do math for you. Secondly, it's Professor Snape. Five points from Slytherin for not showing the proper respect towards faculty, or my classroom. By next class I expect you all to turn in papers on your perceptions of these issues. This is not a test of your learning so much as I want to see how you're thinking about these topics. Dismissed!"
Allosia slumped in her seat.
"I loathe them already," she declared with a bit of wonderment to the empty room.
