Ghosts (repost), Snape/OFC, 36/48
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rmGhosts (repost), Snape/OFC, 36/48
Rating: G – hard-R; this chapter PG-13
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.
As Severus shined his dress boots for the evening, Allosia looked at him curiously.
"Can I ask you something?"
"I hate that question, Allosia."
"Why don't you let the house elves do things like that?"
"First," he said, looking up at her, "because of the nature of my arrangement, I have no dominion here, they are not obligated to serve me and hence take no particular pleasure in doing so."
"Surely, Dumbeldore -"
"Could change that? Certainly, I'd even imagine he has, but I, quite frankly, also find them to be incompetent. Much like your opinion on magical hair brushing."
"All right."
"There," he said putting the boots down and smiling at them. "Why don't you go to your rooms and get your class work or some such, so you have something to do down here other than be a bookworm."
"I was actually planning on snooping," Allosia said, casually.
Severus laughed at this. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I don't keep a diary."
"That's actually horrifying to imagine," Allosia said dryly.
"Go get your papers," he said, gesturing at the fireplace.
When she returned he was dressed, and she couldn't help but pause for a moment to admire him. "You look even more elegant than usual," she said.
"Your compliments are so careful."
"If my compliments were less careful, Severus, I'd leave those clothes of yours in quite a disarray."
He laughed and tilted his head to acknowledge her point. "I need to depart. You know the charms for the door, yes?"
Allosia nodded.
"Good, you're welcome here, I've set things so that the room will not object to your presence without me."
"Layers within layers."
"Of course."
The clothes had changed him, she observed, made him cold and formal and oddly quiet. She watched as he caught up his traveling cloak from a hook by the door.
"No, Allosia," he stopped her with his soft voice as she started to approach. "I'll be back soon enough, and I'd rather kiss you then."
She nodded, silently. When she heard the door click closed behind him she took a moment to walk around, to think about the absurdity, that for tonight anyway, she was part of home to him.
The ride to the Malfoy estate was long, and Severus was grateful for it. It gave him the time to slowly remove his awareness of his subterfuge and of the joys of his current life. Left with his intellect and his fears and the perverse pleasure he took in both, he slowly constructed his other identity over them. Impatient, decadent and lacking in respect for everyone and everything, except when it was a useful tool, except when it came to Voldemort.
As the carriage pulled into the entrance of the estate, he couldn't help but be impressed by its beauty. Hundreds of tiny lights lit the grounds around the house, and he wished for a moment that Allosia could see this, that this could be something other than what it was. He took a moment to think of her, curled by the fire in his rooms, and then eliminated his awareness of her again. She was just a child he had fucked a very long time ago.
The carriage pulled to a stop, and Severus climbed out, pausing for a second to look up at the mansion, before making his way up the shallow steps of the walkway. The carriage rolled away to park itself.
The door of the mansion stood open, and two identical greeters flanked its sides. Severus nodded to them and dipped his head as he entered. Removing the traveling cloak with a flourish he handed it to the waiting house-elf and made his way towards the salon.
The mood was festive, and the candlelight against the mauve walls flattered everyone. Here, much to Severus's relief, things were dignified, people chatted and snacked, and he suspected many of them were not even entirely aware of just what tonight was a celebration of. He caught snippets of conversations, praising both Lucius and Draco, expressing annoyance at the Ministry, talking about the business of professional Quidditch and mentioning the latest fashions. How dreary, Severus thought, and grimaced accordingly. He was amused to note that his presence here seemed to cause as much discomfort as anywhere else. It was, in its way, a relief.
He glanced up to find a beaming Lucius by his side and far too close.
"Hello, Lucius," Severus said with a more significant aristocratic lengthening of the syllables than usual.
"Severus," he said, his voice not dissimilar, although pitched slightly higher and clearly intoxicated in some form.
"How's Draco?" he asked warmly.
"Well, well." The father beamed. "My concerns about his fortitude seem as if they were unfounded, or at least will be unfounded in the future."
"I'm glad for you." Severus said softly aware of the struggle to get the words out so that they sounded like genuine concern.
"Come downstairs, old friend, it's much more interesting than this," Lucius said, making an expansive gesture to the room.
"That," Severus said tightly, "I don't doubt."
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. Disclaimer: It’s JKR’s world, I just mess about with it.
As Severus shined his dress boots for the evening, Allosia looked at him curiously.
"Can I ask you something?"
"I hate that question, Allosia."
"Why don't you let the house elves do things like that?"
"First," he said, looking up at her, "because of the nature of my arrangement, I have no dominion here, they are not obligated to serve me and hence take no particular pleasure in doing so."
"Surely, Dumbeldore -"
"Could change that? Certainly, I'd even imagine he has, but I, quite frankly, also find them to be incompetent. Much like your opinion on magical hair brushing."
"All right."
"There," he said putting the boots down and smiling at them. "Why don't you go to your rooms and get your class work or some such, so you have something to do down here other than be a bookworm."
"I was actually planning on snooping," Allosia said, casually.
Severus laughed at this. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I don't keep a diary."
"That's actually horrifying to imagine," Allosia said dryly.
"Go get your papers," he said, gesturing at the fireplace.
When she returned he was dressed, and she couldn't help but pause for a moment to admire him. "You look even more elegant than usual," she said.
"Your compliments are so careful."
"If my compliments were less careful, Severus, I'd leave those clothes of yours in quite a disarray."
He laughed and tilted his head to acknowledge her point. "I need to depart. You know the charms for the door, yes?"
Allosia nodded.
"Good, you're welcome here, I've set things so that the room will not object to your presence without me."
"Layers within layers."
"Of course."
The clothes had changed him, she observed, made him cold and formal and oddly quiet. She watched as he caught up his traveling cloak from a hook by the door.
"No, Allosia," he stopped her with his soft voice as she started to approach. "I'll be back soon enough, and I'd rather kiss you then."
She nodded, silently. When she heard the door click closed behind him she took a moment to walk around, to think about the absurdity, that for tonight anyway, she was part of home to him.
The ride to the Malfoy estate was long, and Severus was grateful for it. It gave him the time to slowly remove his awareness of his subterfuge and of the joys of his current life. Left with his intellect and his fears and the perverse pleasure he took in both, he slowly constructed his other identity over them. Impatient, decadent and lacking in respect for everyone and everything, except when it was a useful tool, except when it came to Voldemort.
As the carriage pulled into the entrance of the estate, he couldn't help but be impressed by its beauty. Hundreds of tiny lights lit the grounds around the house, and he wished for a moment that Allosia could see this, that this could be something other than what it was. He took a moment to think of her, curled by the fire in his rooms, and then eliminated his awareness of her again. She was just a child he had fucked a very long time ago.
The carriage pulled to a stop, and Severus climbed out, pausing for a second to look up at the mansion, before making his way up the shallow steps of the walkway. The carriage rolled away to park itself.
The door of the mansion stood open, and two identical greeters flanked its sides. Severus nodded to them and dipped his head as he entered. Removing the traveling cloak with a flourish he handed it to the waiting house-elf and made his way towards the salon.
The mood was festive, and the candlelight against the mauve walls flattered everyone. Here, much to Severus's relief, things were dignified, people chatted and snacked, and he suspected many of them were not even entirely aware of just what tonight was a celebration of. He caught snippets of conversations, praising both Lucius and Draco, expressing annoyance at the Ministry, talking about the business of professional Quidditch and mentioning the latest fashions. How dreary, Severus thought, and grimaced accordingly. He was amused to note that his presence here seemed to cause as much discomfort as anywhere else. It was, in its way, a relief.
He glanced up to find a beaming Lucius by his side and far too close.
"Hello, Lucius," Severus said with a more significant aristocratic lengthening of the syllables than usual.
"Severus," he said, his voice not dissimilar, although pitched slightly higher and clearly intoxicated in some form.
"How's Draco?" he asked warmly.
"Well, well." The father beamed. "My concerns about his fortitude seem as if they were unfounded, or at least will be unfounded in the future."
"I'm glad for you." Severus said softly aware of the struggle to get the words out so that they sounded like genuine concern.
"Come downstairs, old friend, it's much more interesting than this," Lucius said, making an expansive gesture to the room.
"That," Severus said tightly, "I don't doubt."
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Heh!
Date: 2006-10-11 04:41 pm (UTC)"If my compliments were less careful, Severus, I'd leave those clothes of yours in quite a disarray."
Rah!
Re: Heh!
Date: 2006-10-11 04:42 pm (UTC)hahahah.
yay.
or something.
Off-Topic...
Date: 2006-10-11 04:52 pm (UTC)Won't someone save this goblin?
Re: Off-Topic...
Date: 2006-10-11 05:29 pm (UTC)Re: Off-Topic...
Date: 2006-10-11 05:31 pm (UTC)Re: Off-Topic...
Date: 2006-10-11 05:33 pm (UTC)Maybe I will when I get home.