Ghosts (repost), Severus/OFC, 43/48
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rmGhosts (repost), Severus/OFC, 43/48
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 Severus, 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.
"Sit," she said gesturing at a chair that didn't look particularly inviting.
"I've never been in your rooms before," he said, ignoring the request and wandering. "Nice, doesn't look like you spend much time here though."
She smirked at this. "If you would?" she said, gesturing towards the chair.
"Fine." He said it like a sulking child. "Are you going to bind me to it as well?"
"Don't think I'm not tempted," she replied and, despite the situation, traded a flirtatious glance with him. Allosia held up the vial then as she measured the dose out. "Do you want it cut with anything?" she asked.
"Don't bother."
She passed the glass with the small pool of veritaserum to him. He studied it for a moment. "That's a large dose," he said. "Your measuring -"
"Is better than when I was younger. I know that's not enough to harm you. I also know you are rather experienced with it and I don't think either of us wants to do this twice."
He thought of several clever rejoinders but settled on making a face at her instead before inspiration struck. "I think," he said, holding out the glass to her, "it would be more appropriate, if you administered this."
"Very kind of you to make this amusing for me," she said, taking the glass.
He shrugged.
She walked up to him, encircled his head with her arm and held the glass to his lips; she titled both his head and the glass back then and sighed sadly as he drank. When the glass was drained, she released his head and stepped back from him. They stared at each other for a long moment then.
"And now," she said, pulling a chair away from her table and placing it opposite his, "we wait."
Severus stared at her. At first it was just because he wanted her to feel as badly about this as possible. But as the minutes ticked by, he realized it was because the very thought of moving made him ill. This was one of the reasons he hated veritaserum. The body knows being compelled to tell the truth in all cases is dangerous for it, and it rebels by sending in dizziness and nausea to alert the potion drinker to the threat.
He no doubt looked ill, as Allosia asked him if he wanted anything for the nausea.
"No," he said. "No doubts, nothing to confuse this. Give me a moment, it should pass."
She nodded. "All right. My goal here is not to make you ill."
"I'm aware of that."
"What's your name?"
"Severus Snape. I thought you were going to give me a minute."
"No. What's your middle name?"
"I don't have one."
"What did you want it to be when you were fifteen?"
"That's low, Allosia."
"Answer."
"Frederick." His annoyance was palpable.
"How did you feel when the woman in the forest died?"
"Sad. I had wanted to know her name."
"Why?"
"She deserved that much."
"Why?"
"What are you looking for Allosia?"
"What you're not telling me."
"I am answering your questions as precisely as I can."
"That's the problem, Severus," she said, reaching out to caress the side of his face. "I need you to relax. Is that so hard? For me?"
"'Sia -"
"Is it?" Her voice was sterner this time.
"No," and he bowed his head.
Beautiful, she thought to herself, he's so beautiful like this, so different, so much more like when we were children. "What are you trying to hide from me about the woman in the woods from the Malfoy party?"
"Your precision is excellent."
"Yours isn't. Tell me."
He smiled then, very cruelly. "You're so going to wish you hadn't done this to me."
"That's what Albus said," she said as if she didn't care.
His voice was slow, deliberate, and halting. If he had to tell her, he'd try to hurt her with it. "I liked the feel of her warm breath against my hand. I liked feeling her back stiffen. I'm sorry she's dead. I'm sorry I had to be involved. But it is a feeling of very intimate power and I can't tell you I didn't like it," came out through his grit teeth.
"Should I be afraid of you?" she said in an offhand way. Had his mind been clearer, he would have noticed she couldn't look him in the eye for a moment.
"I pose no physical danger to you."
"That was not the question."
"I suspect then, that yes, you should be."
"Why?"
"Because my destiny is not my own. Even if I were a saint, as long as you know me, my life could destroy yours."
"Wouldn't you say that's true of everyone, everywhere?"
"Never waste veritaserum on a philosophical argument, Allosia."
"I have more."
Severus groaned at this.
Allosia laughed.
"You like this," he said with disgust.
"It was my job for a reason, mainly because I'm very good at it." She straddled his legs then and sat down on his lap, so that her face was the only thing in his world. She smiled, tilting her head this way and that.
"Do you crawl over all your interrogation subjects as if you were a common whore?" he asked.
She froze. "If it suits my purposes."
"I can't imagine what those are," he whispered.
She grabbed his face and kissed him hard, enjoying the harshness of the veritaserum lingering in his mouth.
"That was stupid," he said, even as he relaxed into the chair.
"It wasn't enough to affect me."
"Do you know how much I want to fuck you?"
"Don't be crude, Severus. You can tell me how much later. Tell me why now."
"Oh, you bitch."
She giggled then. "You love doing it, but you hate talking about it, don't you, Severus? Hate being seen as if you have barriers that can actually be broached." She paused then. "That's an interesting thought, by the way."
He blushed, and she couldn't have been more pleased. At least she'd have that to hold over his head for the rest of his life if nothing else.
"Answer."
"I want to fuck you, because I'm sick of this stupid teasing game we've gotten into," he said. "I regret that, by the way," tumbled out of his mouth then.
"Why?"
"Because had we consummated this sooner our problems would be entirely different than us hating each other because of this stupid stunt and my having a migraine for the next week because of it."
"How did you feel when Lucius told you, you had to bed me?"
"Ill."
"Thank you."
"Afraid. For you. Miserable. I felt like I should do everything in my power to make sure we never saw each other again. Get you fired, get you hurt, just anything to get you away from myself and this school."
"What changed your mind?"
"The trees were full of lights. I wanted the event to be different. It was very pretty. I wanted you to see them."
"Really?"
"I've always imagined getting married at night."
She grabbed onto his shoulders and leaned as far back from him as she could and looked at him like he was out of his mind.
"Repeat that."
"No. I have to tell the truth; I don't have to do what you say."
"Explain why you just said that, Severus."
"The thought of going home to you that night made me think of marrying you."
"How do you feel about that now?"
"Embarrassed."
"Why?"
"The levels of absurdity and horror here should be evident."
"Yes, they are. I won't mention it again, until and unless it's something you want to talk about."
"Thank you, Allosia. You're a good woman, just insane."
"Are you going to use me to prove something to Voldemort or Lucius?"
"No, no, gods, no. But if you speak to me again after tonight, you will need to work with me on this."
Allosia nodded. "I only have one other question then. The girl in the woods - " She settled her face back close to his again. "Did you love her?"
"For those moments, yes."
"Then I trust you, and I forgive you, and I am sorry." Allosia said, and bowed her head into his shoulder.
Rating: G – hard-R; this chapter PG-13
Author’s Notes:
kalichan. It features Severus Severus, 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.
"Sit," she said gesturing at a chair that didn't look particularly inviting.
"I've never been in your rooms before," he said, ignoring the request and wandering. "Nice, doesn't look like you spend much time here though."
She smirked at this. "If you would?" she said, gesturing towards the chair.
"Fine." He said it like a sulking child. "Are you going to bind me to it as well?"
"Don't think I'm not tempted," she replied and, despite the situation, traded a flirtatious glance with him. Allosia held up the vial then as she measured the dose out. "Do you want it cut with anything?" she asked.
"Don't bother."
She passed the glass with the small pool of veritaserum to him. He studied it for a moment. "That's a large dose," he said. "Your measuring -"
"Is better than when I was younger. I know that's not enough to harm you. I also know you are rather experienced with it and I don't think either of us wants to do this twice."
He thought of several clever rejoinders but settled on making a face at her instead before inspiration struck. "I think," he said, holding out the glass to her, "it would be more appropriate, if you administered this."
"Very kind of you to make this amusing for me," she said, taking the glass.
He shrugged.
She walked up to him, encircled his head with her arm and held the glass to his lips; she titled both his head and the glass back then and sighed sadly as he drank. When the glass was drained, she released his head and stepped back from him. They stared at each other for a long moment then.
"And now," she said, pulling a chair away from her table and placing it opposite his, "we wait."
Severus stared at her. At first it was just because he wanted her to feel as badly about this as possible. But as the minutes ticked by, he realized it was because the very thought of moving made him ill. This was one of the reasons he hated veritaserum. The body knows being compelled to tell the truth in all cases is dangerous for it, and it rebels by sending in dizziness and nausea to alert the potion drinker to the threat.
He no doubt looked ill, as Allosia asked him if he wanted anything for the nausea.
"No," he said. "No doubts, nothing to confuse this. Give me a moment, it should pass."
She nodded. "All right. My goal here is not to make you ill."
"I'm aware of that."
"What's your name?"
"Severus Snape. I thought you were going to give me a minute."
"No. What's your middle name?"
"I don't have one."
"What did you want it to be when you were fifteen?"
"That's low, Allosia."
"Answer."
"Frederick." His annoyance was palpable.
"How did you feel when the woman in the forest died?"
"Sad. I had wanted to know her name."
"Why?"
"She deserved that much."
"Why?"
"What are you looking for Allosia?"
"What you're not telling me."
"I am answering your questions as precisely as I can."
"That's the problem, Severus," she said, reaching out to caress the side of his face. "I need you to relax. Is that so hard? For me?"
"'Sia -"
"Is it?" Her voice was sterner this time.
"No," and he bowed his head.
Beautiful, she thought to herself, he's so beautiful like this, so different, so much more like when we were children. "What are you trying to hide from me about the woman in the woods from the Malfoy party?"
"Your precision is excellent."
"Yours isn't. Tell me."
He smiled then, very cruelly. "You're so going to wish you hadn't done this to me."
"That's what Albus said," she said as if she didn't care.
His voice was slow, deliberate, and halting. If he had to tell her, he'd try to hurt her with it. "I liked the feel of her warm breath against my hand. I liked feeling her back stiffen. I'm sorry she's dead. I'm sorry I had to be involved. But it is a feeling of very intimate power and I can't tell you I didn't like it," came out through his grit teeth.
"Should I be afraid of you?" she said in an offhand way. Had his mind been clearer, he would have noticed she couldn't look him in the eye for a moment.
"I pose no physical danger to you."
"That was not the question."
"I suspect then, that yes, you should be."
"Why?"
"Because my destiny is not my own. Even if I were a saint, as long as you know me, my life could destroy yours."
"Wouldn't you say that's true of everyone, everywhere?"
"Never waste veritaserum on a philosophical argument, Allosia."
"I have more."
Severus groaned at this.
Allosia laughed.
"You like this," he said with disgust.
"It was my job for a reason, mainly because I'm very good at it." She straddled his legs then and sat down on his lap, so that her face was the only thing in his world. She smiled, tilting her head this way and that.
"Do you crawl over all your interrogation subjects as if you were a common whore?" he asked.
She froze. "If it suits my purposes."
"I can't imagine what those are," he whispered.
She grabbed his face and kissed him hard, enjoying the harshness of the veritaserum lingering in his mouth.
"That was stupid," he said, even as he relaxed into the chair.
"It wasn't enough to affect me."
"Do you know how much I want to fuck you?"
"Don't be crude, Severus. You can tell me how much later. Tell me why now."
"Oh, you bitch."
She giggled then. "You love doing it, but you hate talking about it, don't you, Severus? Hate being seen as if you have barriers that can actually be broached." She paused then. "That's an interesting thought, by the way."
He blushed, and she couldn't have been more pleased. At least she'd have that to hold over his head for the rest of his life if nothing else.
"Answer."
"I want to fuck you, because I'm sick of this stupid teasing game we've gotten into," he said. "I regret that, by the way," tumbled out of his mouth then.
"Why?"
"Because had we consummated this sooner our problems would be entirely different than us hating each other because of this stupid stunt and my having a migraine for the next week because of it."
"How did you feel when Lucius told you, you had to bed me?"
"Ill."
"Thank you."
"Afraid. For you. Miserable. I felt like I should do everything in my power to make sure we never saw each other again. Get you fired, get you hurt, just anything to get you away from myself and this school."
"What changed your mind?"
"The trees were full of lights. I wanted the event to be different. It was very pretty. I wanted you to see them."
"Really?"
"I've always imagined getting married at night."
She grabbed onto his shoulders and leaned as far back from him as she could and looked at him like he was out of his mind.
"Repeat that."
"No. I have to tell the truth; I don't have to do what you say."
"Explain why you just said that, Severus."
"The thought of going home to you that night made me think of marrying you."
"How do you feel about that now?"
"Embarrassed."
"Why?"
"The levels of absurdity and horror here should be evident."
"Yes, they are. I won't mention it again, until and unless it's something you want to talk about."
"Thank you, Allosia. You're a good woman, just insane."
"Are you going to use me to prove something to Voldemort or Lucius?"
"No, no, gods, no. But if you speak to me again after tonight, you will need to work with me on this."
Allosia nodded. "I only have one other question then. The girl in the woods - " She settled her face back close to his again. "Did you love her?"
"For those moments, yes."
"Then I trust you, and I forgive you, and I am sorry." Allosia said, and bowed her head into his shoulder.
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Date: 2006-12-09 04:34 pm (UTC)Really lovely. As always.
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Date: 2006-12-09 04:41 pm (UTC)