Ghosts (repost), Severus/OFC, 45/48
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rmMy apologies especially to the non-fannish on my frienslist. I am posting the rest of this wretched thing today because I want it out of my hair before the new year starts. Three more chapters after this.
Ghosts (repost), Severus/OFC, 45/48
Rating: G – hard-R; this chapter PG
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.
Severus rolled over, wrapped his arm around Allosia, murmured to himself, and then noticed the sensation of skin against skin. He didn't remember taking his clothes off.
"'Sia," he said softly, but got no response. He said her name again louder, before remembering just what a solid sleeper she was and yanking her hair.
"What?" she asked. It came out annoyed, confused, and sleepy.
"Did you undress me?"
"Yeah. Go back to sleep."
"Why?"
"Because I'm tired."
"No, why did you undress me?"
"Because you'd have thrown a fit if I'd let you go to sleep in your robes."
"Wake me next time."
"Sorry. What are you doing?" she asked as he got out of the bed.
"I need water, badly," he said, making his way towards her bathroom.
"Oh," she said relaxing.
He chuckled. "Did you think I was leaving?"
"I don't know what I thought."
"Go back to sleep."
In the morning he declared he was skipping breakfast, and virtually ordered her not to before taking the floo back to his rooms.
Allosia, for her part, noticed Albus's very sharp gaze on her the moment she walked into the Hall. She considered herself mentally. How did she seem today, what did her body language say. Secretly, she worried she might seem too victorious. That just wouldn't be right or fair to Severus.
"I trust Severus is all right," Dumbeldore said as she passed behind his chair.
"Yes, he's fine, just a touch of a headache," she said cheerfully.
'Merlin help Longbottom today," Minerva mumbled to amused glances from both Albus and Allosia.
Severus began each of his classes with his usual lecture. But instead of explaining to them why potions were a beautiful art they could never hope to truly comprehend or analyzing the particular unique nature of each class' foolishness, he explained to them in exacting detail their task for the day.
"Today's task, for each and every one of you, is to be as quiet as possible," he said, dropping his volume with every word and taking a seat at his desk. Crossing his legs and drumming his fingers silently on the tabletop, he continued. "That means no frantic questions, NO exploding cauldrons, and no gratuitous attempts to curry favour. Just do your work up to something resembling your usual pathetic standards without disturbing me and you'll get out of here without having detention for the rest of your lives. Are we clear? Just nod. All right, there are your assignments then," and he waved his wand, making the required tasks become clear on the blackboard.
The only student who dared speak to him all day was Draco Malfoy, after class. He still looked tired, and as if all the skin on his body were suddenly too thin. "Sir," he had said, "you look like I felt this weekend."
Severus had smiled wanly at that. "That's what happy events do to people like us," he said.
Malfoy had just nodded then and left. The boy was still a fool and quite evil, Severus suspected, but his new sadness gave him a weight he did not previously have. It would serve him well, on any path.
Allosia's classes fared better, although she had to resist the urge to give them a lecture in interrogation techniques and decided to give them a little dueling practice instead. Chaos, especially from her students and especially in the pursuit of knowledge, always warmed her heart. Plus, watching first-years duel was always funny, because an eleven-year-old's concept of an attack was almost always deeply peculiar and generally centered on slugs or multi-coloured hair. The older students, while less entertaining, at least were doing something useful.
Severus did find his way to the day's other meals, mentioning his headache to everyone who so much as looked at him to the point that Allosia started to imagine it as a physical being preceding him into the room. She asked if there was anything she could do, but he dramatically informed her that she would just have to wait to have any interaction with him until the malady had passed.
"I was not joking when I told you I'd have a migraine for a week," he told her at lunch. By Thursday, she had decided to believe him.
And it was thus that Severus conspired to miss the Halloween celebration even though the ache in his head had receded the day before.
Ghosts (repost), Severus/OFC, 45/48
Rating: G – hard-R; this chapter PG
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.
Severus rolled over, wrapped his arm around Allosia, murmured to himself, and then noticed the sensation of skin against skin. He didn't remember taking his clothes off.
"'Sia," he said softly, but got no response. He said her name again louder, before remembering just what a solid sleeper she was and yanking her hair.
"What?" she asked. It came out annoyed, confused, and sleepy.
"Did you undress me?"
"Yeah. Go back to sleep."
"Why?"
"Because I'm tired."
"No, why did you undress me?"
"Because you'd have thrown a fit if I'd let you go to sleep in your robes."
"Wake me next time."
"Sorry. What are you doing?" she asked as he got out of the bed.
"I need water, badly," he said, making his way towards her bathroom.
"Oh," she said relaxing.
He chuckled. "Did you think I was leaving?"
"I don't know what I thought."
"Go back to sleep."
In the morning he declared he was skipping breakfast, and virtually ordered her not to before taking the floo back to his rooms.
Allosia, for her part, noticed Albus's very sharp gaze on her the moment she walked into the Hall. She considered herself mentally. How did she seem today, what did her body language say. Secretly, she worried she might seem too victorious. That just wouldn't be right or fair to Severus.
"I trust Severus is all right," Dumbeldore said as she passed behind his chair.
"Yes, he's fine, just a touch of a headache," she said cheerfully.
'Merlin help Longbottom today," Minerva mumbled to amused glances from both Albus and Allosia.
Severus began each of his classes with his usual lecture. But instead of explaining to them why potions were a beautiful art they could never hope to truly comprehend or analyzing the particular unique nature of each class' foolishness, he explained to them in exacting detail their task for the day.
"Today's task, for each and every one of you, is to be as quiet as possible," he said, dropping his volume with every word and taking a seat at his desk. Crossing his legs and drumming his fingers silently on the tabletop, he continued. "That means no frantic questions, NO exploding cauldrons, and no gratuitous attempts to curry favour. Just do your work up to something resembling your usual pathetic standards without disturbing me and you'll get out of here without having detention for the rest of your lives. Are we clear? Just nod. All right, there are your assignments then," and he waved his wand, making the required tasks become clear on the blackboard.
The only student who dared speak to him all day was Draco Malfoy, after class. He still looked tired, and as if all the skin on his body were suddenly too thin. "Sir," he had said, "you look like I felt this weekend."
Severus had smiled wanly at that. "That's what happy events do to people like us," he said.
Malfoy had just nodded then and left. The boy was still a fool and quite evil, Severus suspected, but his new sadness gave him a weight he did not previously have. It would serve him well, on any path.
Allosia's classes fared better, although she had to resist the urge to give them a lecture in interrogation techniques and decided to give them a little dueling practice instead. Chaos, especially from her students and especially in the pursuit of knowledge, always warmed her heart. Plus, watching first-years duel was always funny, because an eleven-year-old's concept of an attack was almost always deeply peculiar and generally centered on slugs or multi-coloured hair. The older students, while less entertaining, at least were doing something useful.
Severus did find his way to the day's other meals, mentioning his headache to everyone who so much as looked at him to the point that Allosia started to imagine it as a physical being preceding him into the room. She asked if there was anything she could do, but he dramatically informed her that she would just have to wait to have any interaction with him until the malady had passed.
"I was not joking when I told you I'd have a migraine for a week," he told her at lunch. By Thursday, she had decided to believe him.
And it was thus that Severus conspired to miss the Halloween celebration even though the ache in his head had receded the day before.
