Ghosts (repost), Snape/OFC, 11/48
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rmGhosts (repost), Snape/OFC, 11/48
Rating: G – hard-R; this chapter PG-13
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.
It was Sunday, and while her sleep schedule was still off, Allosia actually found herself feeling better having convinced herself she belonged at Hogwarts despite the rocky starts both then and now. Flying and talking to the headmaster had reminded her of that.
She took it on faith, because it was the only currency she had, that Snape would return that evening, that he would be all right and even somewhat satisfied in his continued role as a secret and necessary hero. She suspected they would always snarl at each other in the halls, but that every few weeks they would drink too much and reminisce about their pasts. It wasn’t a comfortable idea, but it also wasn’t one she felt she could really bring herself to complain about.
And so Allosia went through her Sunday tired but hopeful, believing that her construction of the world would make it so. But anyone who wasn't trying to ignore it, as she was, could see that the energy was all nervous.
Snape moaned hoarsely. He could no longer remember when he had given up screaming. It might have been hours, and it might have been minutes ago. He knew that everything hurt, and that while Voldemort had no intention of killing him this time, he might, very well by accident.
"I know you think you have no choice to disobey me from time to time, Severus, to keep up your charade. But that doesn't make it acceptable. You are so very smart, you should understand that," came Voldemort's hissing voice.
Snape wouldn't have dared look at him even if he could find a way to raise his head. "Yes, my lord," he choked out, only to hear Voldemort laugh.
"It seems the potions master still knows who his master is."
Snape winced inwardly at that, a small barb, but hitting far too many places at once. He wondered, absently, at the source of the blood taste in his mouth before briefly losing consciousness only to be awakened again by the Cruciatus. He puzzled at how he was going to teach tomorrow before fixing on an odd memory to hold him through the pain. Every nerve was so alert in the throes of the unforgivable curse that it didn’t even occur to him to find it strange that he was somehow was able to feel the exact texture of Allosia's hair leaving his hand twenty years ago. And at that he laughed, softly and bitterly through his tears and blood.
Lucius Malfoy leaned his head against Goyle’s and whispered, "He always does that eventually. I suspect he likes it." Malfoy smiled then, and ran his fingers over his lips in blatantly sensual thought.
The headmaster watched Allosia's mood deteriorate over dinner. She went from almost giddy to sullen and nervous over the course of an hour and a half, but at least she didn't excuse herself from the table, and he was glad of that. Community, he strongly felt, was all that mattered in such times..
He touched her shoulder gently as desserts were finished. "Would you like company," he asked and when she looked at him blankly he added, "waiting."
She nodded then, and he leaned down to whisper to her. "I have some things to do, but then I'll bring us both some hot chocolate."
Allosia turned and smiled again. She silently blessed Hogwarts for never changing.
"I must confess some amazement at how quickly you two have patched things up," Dumbledore said seemingly innocuously as he sat beside her on one of the castle’s low stone walls.
"We haven't actually. We spoke at length, because it was getting ridiculous. It was actually rather awful." She turned her head to look at Albus then. "I wound up slapping him."
The headmaster had the decency to look shocked instead of amused. "May I ask why?"
"It's best that you didn't,” she said seriously, knowing it sounded ridiculous. “And then he explained to me everything I didn't have it in me to figure out as a child. I was so young, it scares me." Her lingering frustration clear in her voice.
"He was very young too, Allosia."
"He didn't seem it. I can't imagine him being as lost and foolhardy as I was."
"I knew him as a first year, and I can assure you, Severus Snape was once in fact something recognizable as a child."
Allosia smiled, but it was weak. "So then he asked me about my life, of which there was pathetically little to tell, and then we sat there quietly, drinking, most of the night."
"Did he tell you about Gage?" Albus asked benignly.
"Yes, and it makes it worse somehow. I feel like I've hurt them both now."
The headmaster sighed audibly, his way of telling her she was being foolish without having to say it.
They sat in silence for a long time afterwards, until an owl dropped a note into his lap. He looked at it gravely and then turned to Allosia. "I need to go attend to this, but if you need anything, I am here for you."
She looked alarmed.
"It's not about Severus. I will tell you, if I hear anything." And with that he turned, and walked back to the castle.
For the second time in as many days, Allosia whispered, "Good night, Headmaster," and gathered her robes around her to wait.
Rating: G – hard-R; this chapter PG-13
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.
It was Sunday, and while her sleep schedule was still off, Allosia actually found herself feeling better having convinced herself she belonged at Hogwarts despite the rocky starts both then and now. Flying and talking to the headmaster had reminded her of that.
She took it on faith, because it was the only currency she had, that Snape would return that evening, that he would be all right and even somewhat satisfied in his continued role as a secret and necessary hero. She suspected they would always snarl at each other in the halls, but that every few weeks they would drink too much and reminisce about their pasts. It wasn’t a comfortable idea, but it also wasn’t one she felt she could really bring herself to complain about.
And so Allosia went through her Sunday tired but hopeful, believing that her construction of the world would make it so. But anyone who wasn't trying to ignore it, as she was, could see that the energy was all nervous.
Snape moaned hoarsely. He could no longer remember when he had given up screaming. It might have been hours, and it might have been minutes ago. He knew that everything hurt, and that while Voldemort had no intention of killing him this time, he might, very well by accident.
"I know you think you have no choice to disobey me from time to time, Severus, to keep up your charade. But that doesn't make it acceptable. You are so very smart, you should understand that," came Voldemort's hissing voice.
Snape wouldn't have dared look at him even if he could find a way to raise his head. "Yes, my lord," he choked out, only to hear Voldemort laugh.
"It seems the potions master still knows who his master is."
Snape winced inwardly at that, a small barb, but hitting far too many places at once. He wondered, absently, at the source of the blood taste in his mouth before briefly losing consciousness only to be awakened again by the Cruciatus. He puzzled at how he was going to teach tomorrow before fixing on an odd memory to hold him through the pain. Every nerve was so alert in the throes of the unforgivable curse that it didn’t even occur to him to find it strange that he was somehow was able to feel the exact texture of Allosia's hair leaving his hand twenty years ago. And at that he laughed, softly and bitterly through his tears and blood.
Lucius Malfoy leaned his head against Goyle’s and whispered, "He always does that eventually. I suspect he likes it." Malfoy smiled then, and ran his fingers over his lips in blatantly sensual thought.
The headmaster watched Allosia's mood deteriorate over dinner. She went from almost giddy to sullen and nervous over the course of an hour and a half, but at least she didn't excuse herself from the table, and he was glad of that. Community, he strongly felt, was all that mattered in such times..
He touched her shoulder gently as desserts were finished. "Would you like company," he asked and when she looked at him blankly he added, "waiting."
She nodded then, and he leaned down to whisper to her. "I have some things to do, but then I'll bring us both some hot chocolate."
Allosia turned and smiled again. She silently blessed Hogwarts for never changing.
"I must confess some amazement at how quickly you two have patched things up," Dumbledore said seemingly innocuously as he sat beside her on one of the castle’s low stone walls.
"We haven't actually. We spoke at length, because it was getting ridiculous. It was actually rather awful." She turned her head to look at Albus then. "I wound up slapping him."
The headmaster had the decency to look shocked instead of amused. "May I ask why?"
"It's best that you didn't,” she said seriously, knowing it sounded ridiculous. “And then he explained to me everything I didn't have it in me to figure out as a child. I was so young, it scares me." Her lingering frustration clear in her voice.
"He was very young too, Allosia."
"He didn't seem it. I can't imagine him being as lost and foolhardy as I was."
"I knew him as a first year, and I can assure you, Severus Snape was once in fact something recognizable as a child."
Allosia smiled, but it was weak. "So then he asked me about my life, of which there was pathetically little to tell, and then we sat there quietly, drinking, most of the night."
"Did he tell you about Gage?" Albus asked benignly.
"Yes, and it makes it worse somehow. I feel like I've hurt them both now."
The headmaster sighed audibly, his way of telling her she was being foolish without having to say it.
They sat in silence for a long time afterwards, until an owl dropped a note into his lap. He looked at it gravely and then turned to Allosia. "I need to go attend to this, but if you need anything, I am here for you."
She looked alarmed.
"It's not about Severus. I will tell you, if I hear anything." And with that he turned, and walked back to the castle.
For the second time in as many days, Allosia whispered, "Good night, Headmaster," and gathered her robes around her to wait.
