Ghosts (repost), Snape/OFC, 13/48
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rmGhosts (repost), Snape/OFC, 13/48
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.
Allosia carried the box of potions carefully, trying not to rattle the dark glass bottles against each other. Whether she was trying to avoid irritating the potions or Severus, she wasn’t entirely sure.
"I've brought everything."
"Yes, yes," he said impatiently. "Bring it here."
She had hesitated only to give him some privacy, but as she came around the corner she realized he hadn't moved in the time she'd been gone.
"Sit," his voice was still weak, but its tone as an order was unmistakable, and so Allosia sat uncomfortably on the edge of the bed, the box of potions on her lap. As Severus named them, she passed them to him, watching with increasing awe as he downed one foul mixture after another.
Eventually he raised his head and looked at her. "Practice," he said, with a slight twitch at the corners of his mouth.
"Is there -- ?" She started to ask, as he set down a bottle of dreamless sleep on his night stand.
"You can go," he said coldly.
"It was an offer to do something Severus, not a request to leave."
"Excuse me if I'm not in command of my manners right now, Allosia. I've spent the better part of my weekend in this condition, attended to in no way that could possibly be considered useful,” he said sharply.
She was silent, although if it was in response to the information or his nastiness it was hard to tell.
"Allosia," he said kindly.
"What?" she snapped, turning, only to see him holding his hand out to her. She took it, and he squeezed.
"Thank you. Your generosity tonight has been immense, and I hate to make further demands on it." The words were clearly a struggle for him and whether that was a matter of form or content was best not considered.
"But?" she smiled this.
"I would like, more than anything to bathe and then find my way to bed. Unfortunately, I'm somewhat concerned about passing out. Would you mind," he paused embarrassed. "Waiting in the sitting room? If I don't emerge in twenty minutes, I suppose you could come see if I've drowned."
"Yes, of course," she said getting up quickly, even as it didn’t seem a very useful plan.
"Thank you," he said, rising.
Allosia took the same chair she had sat in during their first discussion, and found herself curling up the same way after lighting a fire in the hearth. She sat there immensely grateful for the first intersection of physical and emotional quiet she had, had in days.
She looked up at the sound of the bathroom door opening. Snape leaned in the doorway, wet, bedraggled and wrapped in a voluminous black bathrobe.
"I didn't die. I'm going to bed now, as I have classes to teach in a few hours; I suggest you get some rest as well."
Allosia stood. "You can't possibly be intending to teach tomorrow."
"I have little choice unless I feel like enduring more of the same for such a petty fucking reason." At that his shoulders sagged and he turned, disappearing behind the way to find his bed.
"Goodnight Severus," She said to the wall.
"Goodnight Allosia," Came his voice from the other side of it, followed by the rustling sounds of someone burying themselves under blankets.
Allosia took her leave as efficiently as she could manage.
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.
Allosia carried the box of potions carefully, trying not to rattle the dark glass bottles against each other. Whether she was trying to avoid irritating the potions or Severus, she wasn’t entirely sure.
"I've brought everything."
"Yes, yes," he said impatiently. "Bring it here."
She had hesitated only to give him some privacy, but as she came around the corner she realized he hadn't moved in the time she'd been gone.
"Sit," his voice was still weak, but its tone as an order was unmistakable, and so Allosia sat uncomfortably on the edge of the bed, the box of potions on her lap. As Severus named them, she passed them to him, watching with increasing awe as he downed one foul mixture after another.
Eventually he raised his head and looked at her. "Practice," he said, with a slight twitch at the corners of his mouth.
"Is there -- ?" She started to ask, as he set down a bottle of dreamless sleep on his night stand.
"You can go," he said coldly.
"It was an offer to do something Severus, not a request to leave."
"Excuse me if I'm not in command of my manners right now, Allosia. I've spent the better part of my weekend in this condition, attended to in no way that could possibly be considered useful,” he said sharply.
She was silent, although if it was in response to the information or his nastiness it was hard to tell.
"Allosia," he said kindly.
"What?" she snapped, turning, only to see him holding his hand out to her. She took it, and he squeezed.
"Thank you. Your generosity tonight has been immense, and I hate to make further demands on it." The words were clearly a struggle for him and whether that was a matter of form or content was best not considered.
"But?" she smiled this.
"I would like, more than anything to bathe and then find my way to bed. Unfortunately, I'm somewhat concerned about passing out. Would you mind," he paused embarrassed. "Waiting in the sitting room? If I don't emerge in twenty minutes, I suppose you could come see if I've drowned."
"Yes, of course," she said getting up quickly, even as it didn’t seem a very useful plan.
"Thank you," he said, rising.
Allosia took the same chair she had sat in during their first discussion, and found herself curling up the same way after lighting a fire in the hearth. She sat there immensely grateful for the first intersection of physical and emotional quiet she had, had in days.
She looked up at the sound of the bathroom door opening. Snape leaned in the doorway, wet, bedraggled and wrapped in a voluminous black bathrobe.
"I didn't die. I'm going to bed now, as I have classes to teach in a few hours; I suggest you get some rest as well."
Allosia stood. "You can't possibly be intending to teach tomorrow."
"I have little choice unless I feel like enduring more of the same for such a petty fucking reason." At that his shoulders sagged and he turned, disappearing behind the way to find his bed.
"Goodnight Severus," She said to the wall.
"Goodnight Allosia," Came his voice from the other side of it, followed by the rustling sounds of someone burying themselves under blankets.
Allosia took her leave as efficiently as she could manage.
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