Ghosts (repost), Snape/OFC, 9/48
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rmGhosts (repost), Snape/OFC, 9/48
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.
Each chapter of this story has now been tagged. You can find the whole thing here.
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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.
They sat for hours in companionable silence, finishing their wine and occasionally asking each other about the twenty years they had spent as strangers. Both tried to keep the questions light after Severus' earlier confessions, but there were many minefields.
"It's close to morning, you know," he said absently and with just a hint of scolding.
"How can you tell, down here?"
He shrugged and smiled slightly.
Knowing she had already stayed too long she stretched and stood. "We should both get a little rest."
"Yes," he said rising to walk her to the door. "Thank you, by the way."
"For what?"
"Wanting answers, even difficult ones."
She nodded. How very like Severus. He held the door for her, and she rushed through it before turning and mouthing good night at him. He closed the door then and leaned against it pondering over both the relief and worry the night had left him with. Attributing some of it to the wine, he headed for bed, knowing he could still get two hours of sleep before he had to put in an appearance at breakfast.
The first several days after their all-nighter were hard. Allosia wasn't used to sleep deprivation coupled with alcohol, and it took her a good 48 hours to be fully functional again. Severus, on the other hand, seemed fine although unusually subdued. They would nod at each other in the halls or say hello at meals but that was all. Without the wine and the shock of it all, the things they had told each other were harder to accept. She was still angry, but knew it was pointless. He, meanwhile, just felt vaguely ashamed.
On Friday, the evening meal began as usual. He was late, and professors and students alike tried to conceal their cringe when he did finally appear in what seemed to be his usual foul temper and sat down without much more than a nod to everyone. Allosia had just turned to make the now expected small talk when she saw him grimace and tense.
"Are you all right?"
Recovering, he looked at her as steadily and sharply as he could, hoping his meaning would be clear. "I need to go," he said slowly and softly. "Tell Albus." As he pushed away from the table, she saw that he was holding his arm, where the mark was. When she looked down at the students, she quickly picked out Potter, rubbing his forehead and being clustered around by Ron and Hermione.
Allosia didn't feel hungry anymore.
When she told Dumbledore, he nodded and patted her hand, thanking her. When she looked at him for more, he told her they would just need to wait, that Severus would probably be back by morning, that he would be all right, really.
With no immediate crisis but a mountain of anxiety, Allosia went immediately to her rooms after dinner, lay on her bed, stared at the ceiling and waited.
After about an hour the numbness wore off and she began to pace, thinking all sorts of possibilities through in her mind. Shortly after 1 AM, she left her rooms and decided to go down to the dungeons to see if he had gotten back yet.
She walked quietly, not wanting to be seen, not wanting to have to explain her somewhat peculiar and self-absorbed concern. Since Gage, Allosia was terrified of more death happening around her.
As she rounded a corner, she was startled to see Draco Malfoy roaming the halls with similar nervousness.
"Do you want to tell me what you're doing out here before I take points?"
He shrugged, unclear if he should bother.
"Make an attempt Mr. Malfoy, I assure you, it's in your best interest."
"Looking for Professor Snape, Ma'am."
"Do you need a teacher for something at this hour? Is there a problem?"
"Nothing you need to concern yourself over."
"Thirty points, Malfoy."
He nodded and began to walk back towards the Slytherin dorms.
"I did not dismiss you and I do not trust you. I'll walk you back to your dormitory myself."
Despite her irritation, Allosia was secretly grateful to Malfoy for being out and about. One question was answered.
After depositing the Slytherin where he belonged, Allosia headed outside. She sat herself down on one of the low stone walls along the stairs leading up to Hogwarts, folded her cloak around her and waited.
The night air calmed her, and she barely noticed when McGonagall sat down beside her.
"Can't sleep?" the older woman asked.
Allosia nodded.
"It's hard, on these nights," she said nodding. "I think we'll be all right though. If we were in immediate danger Potter's scar would have been causing him enough trouble that he'd mention it."
Allosia nodded again.
McGonagall suddenly realized the meaning of Allosia’s silence. "Are you worried about Severus?" she asked, a slight bit of incredulity still tingeing her voice.
"I've known him since I was eleven, Minerva. We had a long talk the other day. I still want to kill him, but he is after a sort, a friend."
McGonagall nodded. It was clear she was contemplating Allosia's answer and found it valid, if somewhat surprising. "You shouldn't wait up for him."
Allosia raised her eyebrows.
"He won't be back until nearly dawn. Assuming," she said rising, "he's able to come back tonight."
Allosia looked horrified.
"I am not trying to frighten you. I'm just saying, there may be a reason he was summoned at the start of a weekend. Good night, dear."
Allosia smiled weakly at McGonagall in response, and then turned her head back towards the field and the Forbidden Forest in the distance. When morning finally came, she went back to her rooms to sleep.
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.
They sat for hours in companionable silence, finishing their wine and occasionally asking each other about the twenty years they had spent as strangers. Both tried to keep the questions light after Severus' earlier confessions, but there were many minefields.
"It's close to morning, you know," he said absently and with just a hint of scolding.
"How can you tell, down here?"
He shrugged and smiled slightly.
Knowing she had already stayed too long she stretched and stood. "We should both get a little rest."
"Yes," he said rising to walk her to the door. "Thank you, by the way."
"For what?"
"Wanting answers, even difficult ones."
She nodded. How very like Severus. He held the door for her, and she rushed through it before turning and mouthing good night at him. He closed the door then and leaned against it pondering over both the relief and worry the night had left him with. Attributing some of it to the wine, he headed for bed, knowing he could still get two hours of sleep before he had to put in an appearance at breakfast.
The first several days after their all-nighter were hard. Allosia wasn't used to sleep deprivation coupled with alcohol, and it took her a good 48 hours to be fully functional again. Severus, on the other hand, seemed fine although unusually subdued. They would nod at each other in the halls or say hello at meals but that was all. Without the wine and the shock of it all, the things they had told each other were harder to accept. She was still angry, but knew it was pointless. He, meanwhile, just felt vaguely ashamed.
On Friday, the evening meal began as usual. He was late, and professors and students alike tried to conceal their cringe when he did finally appear in what seemed to be his usual foul temper and sat down without much more than a nod to everyone. Allosia had just turned to make the now expected small talk when she saw him grimace and tense.
"Are you all right?"
Recovering, he looked at her as steadily and sharply as he could, hoping his meaning would be clear. "I need to go," he said slowly and softly. "Tell Albus." As he pushed away from the table, she saw that he was holding his arm, where the mark was. When she looked down at the students, she quickly picked out Potter, rubbing his forehead and being clustered around by Ron and Hermione.
Allosia didn't feel hungry anymore.
When she told Dumbledore, he nodded and patted her hand, thanking her. When she looked at him for more, he told her they would just need to wait, that Severus would probably be back by morning, that he would be all right, really.
With no immediate crisis but a mountain of anxiety, Allosia went immediately to her rooms after dinner, lay on her bed, stared at the ceiling and waited.
After about an hour the numbness wore off and she began to pace, thinking all sorts of possibilities through in her mind. Shortly after 1 AM, she left her rooms and decided to go down to the dungeons to see if he had gotten back yet.
She walked quietly, not wanting to be seen, not wanting to have to explain her somewhat peculiar and self-absorbed concern. Since Gage, Allosia was terrified of more death happening around her.
As she rounded a corner, she was startled to see Draco Malfoy roaming the halls with similar nervousness.
"Do you want to tell me what you're doing out here before I take points?"
He shrugged, unclear if he should bother.
"Make an attempt Mr. Malfoy, I assure you, it's in your best interest."
"Looking for Professor Snape, Ma'am."
"Do you need a teacher for something at this hour? Is there a problem?"
"Nothing you need to concern yourself over."
"Thirty points, Malfoy."
He nodded and began to walk back towards the Slytherin dorms.
"I did not dismiss you and I do not trust you. I'll walk you back to your dormitory myself."
Despite her irritation, Allosia was secretly grateful to Malfoy for being out and about. One question was answered.
After depositing the Slytherin where he belonged, Allosia headed outside. She sat herself down on one of the low stone walls along the stairs leading up to Hogwarts, folded her cloak around her and waited.
The night air calmed her, and she barely noticed when McGonagall sat down beside her.
"Can't sleep?" the older woman asked.
Allosia nodded.
"It's hard, on these nights," she said nodding. "I think we'll be all right though. If we were in immediate danger Potter's scar would have been causing him enough trouble that he'd mention it."
Allosia nodded again.
McGonagall suddenly realized the meaning of Allosia’s silence. "Are you worried about Severus?" she asked, a slight bit of incredulity still tingeing her voice.
"I've known him since I was eleven, Minerva. We had a long talk the other day. I still want to kill him, but he is after a sort, a friend."
McGonagall nodded. It was clear she was contemplating Allosia's answer and found it valid, if somewhat surprising. "You shouldn't wait up for him."
Allosia raised her eyebrows.
"He won't be back until nearly dawn. Assuming," she said rising, "he's able to come back tonight."
Allosia looked horrified.
"I am not trying to frighten you. I'm just saying, there may be a reason he was summoned at the start of a weekend. Good night, dear."
Allosia smiled weakly at McGonagall in response, and then turned her head back towards the field and the Forbidden Forest in the distance. When morning finally came, she went back to her rooms to sleep.
