Ghosts (repost), Snape/OFC, 28/48
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rmGhosts (repost), Snape/OFC, 28/48
Rating: G – hard-R; this chapter G
Author’s Notes:
If you don’t know what this is, please read this.
Despite a recent tune-up, this was written in 2001 and is not compliant with the current state of the HP universe.
Your feedback and commentary are always welcome, even for a time capsule such as this.
You can find all chapters 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.
Disclaimer: It’s JKR’s world, I just mess about with it.
Severus, however, was wrong. Other than the usual unpleasantness of attempting to teach the uninspired and the willfully uneducable, nothing else happened as the week finished out. There were no more letters, only two melted cauldrons, and Allosia was providing him, aside from reminding him of his perhaps misguided agreement to go to Hogsmeade with her, with much needed space.
As if I'm pleasant to be around right now, he thought to himself, before amending that to merely, as if I'm pleasant. Severus was not sure if there was anything she truly saw in him other than a challenge and someone who was at least somewhat tolerant of her moods and contradictions.
As he dressed for the outing, fastening manually instead of magically the tiny buttons that were the only decoration on most of his wardrobe, he felt as if he were armouring himself. And he supposed he was. The list of potential threats was long, as his day to day fears were neither Death Eaters nor their horrors, but simple things, like strangers and cruel children. He had the self-control to be a spy in a very dangerous and probably ultimately deadly situation, but not the self-control to banish the smaller, more mundane paranoias from his mind. Smart children and only, they always go wrong somehow, he thought and grimaced.
In many ways, the brighter the student the crueler he was. Not that it was as overt as the tortures he saved for the likes of Longbottom, but those who could step up to the knowledge deserved recognition from him and yet, mostly, all he could do is watch them with mistrust, because after all, they could wind up just like him.
He tugged at his cuffs, and smoothed at the front of his cloak, waiting for Allosia to arrive. He hoped he would manage to feel less dread once she was actually in his presence. Since the night she had spent they had barely spoken, and he was relieved. He knew, oddly, how to make people want him, but not what to really do with them beyond the carnal once they did. He made another face at himself and sighed in relief as he heard her kick at his door and say his name. It was something she had done when she was younger, insisting proper knocking hurt her hands, but he had no idea why she was reverting to it now.
He muttered the charm and gestured at the door, and it swung open for her. He managed to smile broadly, but wondered if it looked merely like the imitation of a more human gesture that was lost to him. Then he noticed she was carrying her broom.
"We're not flying are we?" he asked.
"I thought we might," she said, smiling broadly.
Severus sighed. He hated flying in daylight. Hated it. He claimed the sun bothered his eyes, which was a feeble although somewhat true excuse. Mostly, he'd just never gotten over being laughed at as a child. And as imposing as he was now, he still sometimes felt, especially when it was light out, that he had no right to be up there. The worst part was, Allosia knew all this.
He gave her a sharp look, but acquiesced. "As you wish, although, I'd hope we'll--"
She cut him off. "Be discrete? Don't worry, did you think I was going to have us do a loops of the quidditch stands first?"
"It would not have shocked me."
She raised an eyebrow. "Indeed. Now shall we?"
She gestured towards the door, and he summoned his broom. It was going to be a long day.
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. Disclaimer: It’s JKR’s world, I just mess about with it.
Severus, however, was wrong. Other than the usual unpleasantness of attempting to teach the uninspired and the willfully uneducable, nothing else happened as the week finished out. There were no more letters, only two melted cauldrons, and Allosia was providing him, aside from reminding him of his perhaps misguided agreement to go to Hogsmeade with her, with much needed space.
As if I'm pleasant to be around right now, he thought to himself, before amending that to merely, as if I'm pleasant. Severus was not sure if there was anything she truly saw in him other than a challenge and someone who was at least somewhat tolerant of her moods and contradictions.
As he dressed for the outing, fastening manually instead of magically the tiny buttons that were the only decoration on most of his wardrobe, he felt as if he were armouring himself. And he supposed he was. The list of potential threats was long, as his day to day fears were neither Death Eaters nor their horrors, but simple things, like strangers and cruel children. He had the self-control to be a spy in a very dangerous and probably ultimately deadly situation, but not the self-control to banish the smaller, more mundane paranoias from his mind. Smart children and only, they always go wrong somehow, he thought and grimaced.
In many ways, the brighter the student the crueler he was. Not that it was as overt as the tortures he saved for the likes of Longbottom, but those who could step up to the knowledge deserved recognition from him and yet, mostly, all he could do is watch them with mistrust, because after all, they could wind up just like him.
He tugged at his cuffs, and smoothed at the front of his cloak, waiting for Allosia to arrive. He hoped he would manage to feel less dread once she was actually in his presence. Since the night she had spent they had barely spoken, and he was relieved. He knew, oddly, how to make people want him, but not what to really do with them beyond the carnal once they did. He made another face at himself and sighed in relief as he heard her kick at his door and say his name. It was something she had done when she was younger, insisting proper knocking hurt her hands, but he had no idea why she was reverting to it now.
He muttered the charm and gestured at the door, and it swung open for her. He managed to smile broadly, but wondered if it looked merely like the imitation of a more human gesture that was lost to him. Then he noticed she was carrying her broom.
"We're not flying are we?" he asked.
"I thought we might," she said, smiling broadly.
Severus sighed. He hated flying in daylight. Hated it. He claimed the sun bothered his eyes, which was a feeble although somewhat true excuse. Mostly, he'd just never gotten over being laughed at as a child. And as imposing as he was now, he still sometimes felt, especially when it was light out, that he had no right to be up there. The worst part was, Allosia knew all this.
He gave her a sharp look, but acquiesced. "As you wish, although, I'd hope we'll--"
She cut him off. "Be discrete? Don't worry, did you think I was going to have us do a loops of the quidditch stands first?"
"It would not have shocked me."
She raised an eyebrow. "Indeed. Now shall we?"
She gestured towards the door, and he summoned his broom. It was going to be a long day.
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Date: 2006-09-10 10:29 pm (UTC)