Ghosts (repost), Snape/OFC, 10/48
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rmGhosts (repost), Snape/OFC, 10/48
Rating: G – hard-R; this chapter PG
Author’s Notes:
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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.
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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.
Severus opened his eyes gradually, grateful for the darkness. He took a deep breath as slowly as possible and let it out in defeat when he felt the sharp pain of obviously broken ribs. Slowly, he forced himself to alertness and brought his concentration over each part of his body, mentally checking for significant wounds. Other than the ribs, pain in his chest from being out in the cold all night, and a pervasive, non-specific, lingering soreness, he realized that he was probably fine.
If he had been home already, he'd count his blessings and consider himself to have gotten off lightly. But he wasn't home and the punishments administered to him the other night had only been from Lucius Malfoy, for not telling him about Allosia's return to Hogwarts.
Severus hadn't even understood why it was an issue. It was not as if Lucius hadn't been previously informed by Albus. The bastard was on the Hogwarts Board of Governors after all. But Lucius was bored and drunk and Severus had always been a favorite plaything for his aggressions. He knew it could have been much worse.
He considered his bed and looked around the dim room. A guest room. He doubted he could move freely about the house, but were he a prisoner of either Lucius or Voldemort he knew his prison would have been far more obvious. Severus smirked; they both had a certain sense of decorum about these things.
He eased himself into a sitting position, grimacing. Better that he do this now, be ready to move, show as little pain as possible. It would give him better odds for getting out of this mess in one piece.
Allosia circled once and then swooped down, landing her broom in a short run.
"Headmaster."
"Albus, please," he reminded her.
She smiled. "Of course; it's hard to remember sometimes."
"For me too. I remember when you and Severus used to sneak out here."
"You knew about that?" she asked incredulously.
"Of course," he smiled, and looked at the ground for a moment. "I used to watch you two from the Astronomy tower, silently laughing and chasing each other."
"Exaudio," she said, naming the spell they had always used and that Severus had always complained about the naming of.
"Yes, of course."
"Why didn't you ever say anything? We were breaking a ton of rules."
"You seemed happy; Severus was getting exercise. Most of my job, most of anyone's job, Allosia, is learning what to let go." He paused then. "I remember when you started coming out here alone."
Allosia nodded again. "That was very hard on me. Knowing more about it now, it's still very hard on me."
"With good reason. Severus has made many of his most terrible and interesting choices when it comes to you."
"He's told you then," she said trying her best not to sound ashamed.
"Not much escapes me, child," he said clapping her on the back, "but yes, we've discussed it."
She nodded and swallowed, feeling at ease walking with the older man, who had been such a beloved figure of her childhood.
"You know, he won't be home tonight."
Allosia turned sharply then, bit her lip and nodded.
"Tomorrow, I expect, and if not, then I too will join you in worrying out here."
"I'm going to fly some more, if you don't mind, Albus."
"Not at all; you still laugh softly," he smiled and turned then to walk back to the castle, but he paused for a moment to say good night.
"Goodnight Headmaster," she said softly as she took to the air, remembering all those nights flying where the delicate dark-haired boy chased her stream of black curls. They never spoke of it during the day, not even to plan really. She suspected it took too much out of him, to really think about the joy the air and the activity gave him. He was so afraid, she remembered, to give into it. It made her angry then and sad now. Because it was no doubt the flaw that kept him alive.
Rating: G – hard-R; this chapter PG
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.
Severus opened his eyes gradually, grateful for the darkness. He took a deep breath as slowly as possible and let it out in defeat when he felt the sharp pain of obviously broken ribs. Slowly, he forced himself to alertness and brought his concentration over each part of his body, mentally checking for significant wounds. Other than the ribs, pain in his chest from being out in the cold all night, and a pervasive, non-specific, lingering soreness, he realized that he was probably fine.
If he had been home already, he'd count his blessings and consider himself to have gotten off lightly. But he wasn't home and the punishments administered to him the other night had only been from Lucius Malfoy, for not telling him about Allosia's return to Hogwarts.
Severus hadn't even understood why it was an issue. It was not as if Lucius hadn't been previously informed by Albus. The bastard was on the Hogwarts Board of Governors after all. But Lucius was bored and drunk and Severus had always been a favorite plaything for his aggressions. He knew it could have been much worse.
He considered his bed and looked around the dim room. A guest room. He doubted he could move freely about the house, but were he a prisoner of either Lucius or Voldemort he knew his prison would have been far more obvious. Severus smirked; they both had a certain sense of decorum about these things.
He eased himself into a sitting position, grimacing. Better that he do this now, be ready to move, show as little pain as possible. It would give him better odds for getting out of this mess in one piece.
Allosia circled once and then swooped down, landing her broom in a short run.
"Headmaster."
"Albus, please," he reminded her.
She smiled. "Of course; it's hard to remember sometimes."
"For me too. I remember when you and Severus used to sneak out here."
"You knew about that?" she asked incredulously.
"Of course," he smiled, and looked at the ground for a moment. "I used to watch you two from the Astronomy tower, silently laughing and chasing each other."
"Exaudio," she said, naming the spell they had always used and that Severus had always complained about the naming of.
"Yes, of course."
"Why didn't you ever say anything? We were breaking a ton of rules."
"You seemed happy; Severus was getting exercise. Most of my job, most of anyone's job, Allosia, is learning what to let go." He paused then. "I remember when you started coming out here alone."
Allosia nodded again. "That was very hard on me. Knowing more about it now, it's still very hard on me."
"With good reason. Severus has made many of his most terrible and interesting choices when it comes to you."
"He's told you then," she said trying her best not to sound ashamed.
"Not much escapes me, child," he said clapping her on the back, "but yes, we've discussed it."
She nodded and swallowed, feeling at ease walking with the older man, who had been such a beloved figure of her childhood.
"You know, he won't be home tonight."
Allosia turned sharply then, bit her lip and nodded.
"Tomorrow, I expect, and if not, then I too will join you in worrying out here."
"I'm going to fly some more, if you don't mind, Albus."
"Not at all; you still laugh softly," he smiled and turned then to walk back to the castle, but he paused for a moment to say good night.
"Goodnight Headmaster," she said softly as she took to the air, remembering all those nights flying where the delicate dark-haired boy chased her stream of black curls. They never spoke of it during the day, not even to plan really. She suspected it took too much out of him, to really think about the joy the air and the activity gave him. He was so afraid, she remembered, to give into it. It made her angry then and sad now. Because it was no doubt the flaw that kept him alive.
