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Echos - Sa13+ Made By: Me :D Hey I’m Jen, the author of this FF. I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters or anything belonging in the Harry Potter universe, JK Rowling does. This is my first go at FF so tell me what you think and leave bundles of comments! He walked in haste through the dark corridors, his footsteps echoing off of the high stony walls and dark robes billowing like dark waves crashing at his feet. He knew he shouldn’t go, knew that he should let well alone from the thing that would undoubtedly cause him unnecessary hurt and pain. So far he had managed to turn at last minute, but tonight was different. And so he carried on walking, wand held aloft to light his path through the castle, as each footfall rang through the dark with increasing need. He came to the end of a long corridor and stopped. The door to his right was slightly ajar. Inhaling deeply, Severus Snape took a tentative step over the threshold and lingered, before stepping inside. It was still there, standing exactly where he knew it would be. The room was dark, with just a beam of silvery moonlight falling though one of the high windows, and scattered across the mirrors surface, causing inscriptions and carvings along its gold frame to become bathed in patches of shadow and light. The Mirror of Erised. He knew what he would see of course, and he knew that the wound would be just as fresh, just as sore as it had been all those years ago. Snape waited until he was standing directly in front of the mirror, then, taking a deep breath, he looked into it. At first all he saw was his own reflexion staring back at him, lank haired and sallow skinned. Yet there was something different in the black eyes. Something sparkling with life. And then the Mirror-Snape turned, and beckoned to welcome someone else into the frame. He knew her at once. Emerald eyes glistening and fiery hair falling gracefully over one shoulder. He felt an unpleasant, familiar lump rise in his throat. Lily Potter walked to the Snape in the mirror. For a minute all they did was gaze at each other. Finally they grasped each others hand, holding them between them as they continued just to gaze, to adore each other in their timeless bliss. Snape hardly noticed when his wand fell to the floor with a loud clatter, extinguishing the light it gave out. A large tear rolled down his sallow cheek, but he didn’t wipe it away. Never before had Snape felt anything like this pain, this unbearable agony at watching what he’d lost so long ago. Tears flowing rapidly, he sank to his knee, never taking his eyes off the scene in the mirror. Sobs came in violent torrents, threatened to engulf him, to tear at his throat and fill his lungs. But he didn’t care. “Lily,” he moaned, “Lily” He sat there, staring at the lovely woman and his mirror self until a gentle hand on his back made him freeze. “Severus,” said the old, kindly voice, “time to go.” |
Omg!!!!!!!!!! First reader!!!! I want to be your number one reader!!!!! I loved the beggining!!!! your really good.... PAMS!!!!! KEEP WRITING!!! Your new friend(If you want to be) -Xavier- |
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new post :) not sure tho, hmmmm.. Fiesty “Sir, you look terrible!” exclaimed Draco Malfoy, smirking. He could talk to Snape like this and get away with it, he always did. “Draco,” drawled Snape, “you may get preferential treatment in some of my classes but do no forget that I am still your professor.” Draco’s smirk fell away. “C’mon,” he muttered to Crabbe and Goyle, and they left the potions classroom and made their way up to the Great Hall. It was Halloween, and the hall was decorated in the usual way – pumpkins, live bats and candles. Plates were filled with all kinds off sweets and cakes imaginable. Chatter filled the hall. Draco’s brow furrowed. “This is pathetic,” he muttered as Crabbe and Goyle sniggered, “what do they think we are? Five?” Crabbe let out a low chuckle and Goyle grinned stupidly. Idiots, thought Malfoy. He made his way to the Slytherin table, stopping at the Gryffindor table. “Oi, Weasley!” He called. Ron looked up from what looked like a heated discussion with Hermione. She whispered something in his ear, but he shook her off. “What have you come as, a troll?” “Shut it, Malfoy,” was his response. Unsatisfied, Malfoy continued. “Well, your costumes better than your sisters. What she come as, a hag?” This set Crabbe and Goyle off sniggering again. Malfoy felt pleased with himself as there was a loud scraping sound of the bench being pushed back as Ron got up, staring at Malfoy with the deepest dislike, whilst Harry and Hermione grabbed a handful each of his robes to hold him back. Malfoy was about to leave, his job done, when Ron’s face broke into a knowing smirk. He stared as him, confused, when he felt something hard jab in the middle of his back. “What the – “ “Ah, hello Malfoy!” Came the voice of Ginny Weasley. Malfoy turned his head and saw a triumphant, but fierce, look on her face. One hand was grabbing onto his robes, the other was holding her wand firmly in the centre of his back and her words were dripping with sarcasm. Crabbe and Goyle were gone. “Get off me,” he said gruffly. “Now, now,” Ginny replied teasingly. “Nice little joke you made before. Hilarious, actually.” Her eyes hardened. “Joking?” Sneered Malfoy, “who’s joking, you ha-“ “Now, now,” she repeated, jabbing the wand still harder in his back. He winced. “What are you going to do? With a table full of teachers up there?” He asked, nodding towards the top table. “Why, I’m not doing anything,” she said innocently, “from there, it just looks like we’re having a cosy – little – chat.” The last three words were punctured with extra hard jabs in Malfoy’s back. “Now, I’m going to let go of you,” she warned, “but mark my words, you insult my family again, and I will hex you so badly that you will be stuck in that hospital wing for months.” She let go of him roughly and went to sit down opposite Ron at the Gryffindor table, shouting as she did, “OK, bye Draco! Lovely talking to you!” Ron was looking at her with a new found respect. “What?” she said, helping herself to cauldron cakes. “Wow.” Was all Ron had to say. |
:lmao: Oh wow thats wiked hun, i absolutly love ginny she was awsome and i can see it happening too :) Great Work :D |
Ta for the comments everyone! ok, so i REALLY want to get posting more (cos i didnt really like the last one) if anyone could find me some more readers and comments, then i will love you all forever although i pretty much already do :) |
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ok, so i dont have too many comments *sigh* However i am liking writing at the moment and pretty much have the next chapter lined up already. I didnt really like the last chapter, and although i like this one i dont know if it is as good as my first chapter, but i kinda need to put it up for the next bit to make sense. i dunno weather to post it right after this one or wait....hmmm Also , if you wanna suggest any new plots to throw into the mix, i wanna hear them! and remember dudes, leave bundles of comments :) ************************************************** * Potions All was quiet within the castle for the next few days. Quiet, that was, until Wednesday arrived, which meant...potions. As the class entered, they noticed that Snape seemed to be in an even worse mood today than they had thought was possible. “Sit down,” he instructed, sweeping through the room. “I want a Draught of Living Death. One hour. Books won’t be necessary.” “”But, sir,” piped up Seamus, as Snape made a gesture that they should begin. “You haven’t written up a method yet.” “And...” Drawled Snape. “Well, how are we supposed to do it if we don’t have any instructions?” “Mr Finnegan, a baboon could brew this potion. Just because you resemble one physically does not mean you must resemble one mentally also.” Seamus looked outraged. Snape smirked, the class were deadly silent. “But sir-“ began Dean, but Snape had cut across him. “One hour,” he said icily. Such venom ran through the words that the class knew that to argue with him would be a very bad idea. In all the commotion, Harry barely noticed that Malfoy had moved his cauldron and ingredients, and was now sitting directly behind him. Snape had left the classroom, and Harry – guessing that Malfoy would use this time to taunt them, warned Ron. “Malfoy’s behind us,” he muttered. To his amazement, Ron’s face lit up, and before Harry could stop him, he had turned around. “Oh!” He said in mock surprise, giving a little fake jump. “Oh, Hello Malfoy.” Every word was laced with sarcasm. “What do you want, Weasley?” Said Malfoy coldly. “Nice little chat you had with my sister last week wasn’t it?” He asked, “She thoroughly enjoyed it.” Malfoy looked at him with the deepest loathing. “If I were you, Weasley, I’d take more control on who that little brat insults next time.” “Really?” challenged Ron, “because you left pretty quickly after she was done with you.” Snape chose that time to return, just as Malfoy said, “well I had to get away from the filthy blood traitor stench.” Snape, of course, ignored this comment. Ron, thinking that he just hadn’t herd, chose some very unhealthy words to throw at Malfoy under his breath. “Weasley!” Barked Snape, “Ten points from Gryffindor for the use of obscene language in my classroom!” He turned and glided towards the place where Ron was working and looked into his cauldron. “Water, Weasley?” He smirked. “You’ve had all this time and all you’ve managed to do is add the water? Take another ten points from Gryffindor. Carry on like this and you just might succeed in becoming the first Gryffindor in history to lose the entirety of their house points.” Ron looked embarrassed as Snape moved over to Harry’s cauldron. Harry felt his stomach plummet – he had only added the water like Ron. Snape swooped to look inside, and to Harry’s amazement, straitened back up again and moved on. Harry couldn’t understand. No lecture? No snide comments? No points taken? As the class packed away, a first year came to the classroom door. He was trembling from head to foot, and a small scroll of parchment was clutched in his sweaty little fist. Harry craned his neck, trying to see what it was. As the first year handed the parchment to Snape, he saw the thin italic writing that he thought must belong to Dumbledore. Snape read the parchment and frowned, a disgusted look on his face, and threw it aside. But Harry had noticed something. For the first time since his arrival at Hogwarts, not once during the entire lesson had Snape looked into his eyes. In fact, he had left him pretty well alone. ************************************************** ******** comment and enjoy :):):) (L) |
That was Brilliant!!!! I loved it!!!!! Write more.... Or I shall find you and make you write one where you stand...Lol Pams!!!!!! P.S I LOVED IT HUN....AND I LUFF YOU:) -Xavier- |
Snape leaving Harry alone? That's not natural! PAMS! |
Thats awsome, i loved how he didnt look at the lily in harry. I truley feel for snape about that. Hmm why would Draco move closer to harry and ron and then not start the spat between them... Oh you do have to write more or i will have to join Xavier in hunting you down and making you do it lol. so please please please please please carry on posting, the people who havent read this yet are truely silly :lol: so yeah loved it :) |
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Next bit... :) i like this one even tho its short, but sometimes good things come in small packages :) ************************************************** ************* Involvement Dumbledore sat alone in his office, watching the billowing, ruby encrusted sun sink just beyond the mountains. He sighed – it was sundown, and his visitor was late. But why was he even getting involved? This is too much for an old man to handle, he thought. Too much emotion, too much strain on an already torn up heart. He got up fluidly and walked to his pensieve. Raising his wand to his temple, he extracted the memory he needed and dropped it delicately into the stone basin, where the contents swirled and sank, revealing for a brief second the crumpled and lost Severus Snape kneeling in front of the mirror. Pity filled his heart as he remembered. The mirror had caused so much hurt already. Why would Snape go looking for it again? Surely he must have known what he would see. It was all so unnecessary. The pain for one thing must be unbearable. Why relive it? And he remembered the night when Severus had found out that Lily was dead. No reaction like that could come from a school boy crush. No, he thought, this was love. Love in its rawest form. Engulfing and enveloping every rational thought. He felt sympathy for Severus, but something else flickered in the depths of his soul. Jealousy. No matter how hard, how painful it was, there was a small part of Albus Dumbledore that wished he could have experienced love in that way before. He had experienced every other type of love – love of relations, of friends, but never the pure need that Snape had felt about Lily. Breathing another deep sigh, he walked back behind his desk and sat down. Fawkes gave a low murmur from her position on her perch. “I know,” cooed Dumbledore, “I hope he comes too.” He gave the phoenix a small smile. Dumbledore waited in silence, watching the door until a small, tentative knock broke through the quiet. ************************************************** ************ oh i love old dumbly :) |
:faint: You are just awsome I love it more with each part. you need to post next part soon! Oh and i have my ways no invisibilty cloak will help you :lol: (you shoukd look at mine) :shifty: |
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New Reader!!! I am addicted to this story!! It's amazing!!! PAMS!!!! :) Jess |
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im just about to start on a new chapter so up maybe tonight or tomo :) ^^scratch that. probs up tomorow nigh maybe. i love the next post and wanna get it right. i wouldnt be surprised if i cried writing it lol. something that comes from having a snapey soft spot. i cry everytime i read the memories when he's in sirius' bedroom with the letter. anyway, im rambling, shut up brain! |
Yep the Invisibility Cloak is not going to help you...I WILL FIND YOU....And get you to write....SO....PAMS!!!!! -Xavier- |
Ok new post and this is a celebratory post, because i got a gryffindor scarf today :) (yaaaaaaay!!!!) ************************************************** ********************** Leaving “Enter,” called Dumbledore. There was a pause, in which Dumbledore frowned, but then the door opened slowly and Snape entered the room. A small lump rose unexpectedly in Dumbledore’s throat as he surveyed Snape. He looked exhausted, his skin looked paler and papery, and dark purple shadows encircled his dead eyes. Dumbledore had seen Snape looking like this only once before – the night that he had learnt of Lily Potter’s death. “Why don’t you sit down,” said Dumbledore. Snape hesitated and then walked forwards to the chair opposite the headmaster and sat, staring down at his hands, as if expecting to see something miraculous appear from out of them. “I assume,“ began Dumbledore, “that your lateness is due to the fact that you didn’t know whether to come or not?” Snape nodded slowly, still staring at his hands. “I nearly didn’t.” “Why did you decide to come?” asked Dumbledore “You wanted me to,” replied Snape. At this, a warm glow irrupted in the Headmasters chest. The fact that Snape was willing to do this, to discuss it with him when he really didn’t want to, meant a lot to him. “Severus,” said Dumbledore, his voice almost a whisper, “I know that this is hard. You have just brought all the negative emotion that you felt that night flooding back. It’s understandable, but why would you want to hurt yourself like that, Severus?” At this, Snape drew his gaze to meet Dumbledore’s, utter incomprehension etched in every line of his face. “You think i liked seeing that image in the mirror?” He challenged. “Dumbledore, it was all I could do to stop from leaving right there, right then. I couldn’t not see her, Dumbledore, I couldn’t.” His voice cracked on the last word, and his eyes sparkled from wetness. It did not, however, reawaken them. “Why?” Asked Dumbledore simply. “Why? Dumbledore, you khow this!” He paused, and gave a slight shudder. When he next spoke, his voice was low and quiet, as if he was talking to himself. “I knew what I would see in the mirror, of course I did. But I couldn’t not go. It’s as though I lost all self control that night. I would have given anything to see her just one more time. I still would. You wouldn’t understand." Dumbledore considered the broken man before him, his head in his hands and wandered if he was right. Did he understand? He thought he did, but perhaps there were depths that Snape had experienced that he, himself, had not. He shook his head and looked at Snape over his long fingers – but Snape appeared to have forgotten he was there. He had continued to talk, as though to himself, still staring at the insides of his palms. “You can’t imagine how I felt after it happened. I never though there was such a pain as that. I felt broken, barely alive. I would’ve given anything to be with her, to ... to die. But I kept on going, everyday a bitter struggle until I could go home and slowly down in my misery. I was doing well, until he arrived.” “He?” asked Dumbledore quietly. “Her son,” Spat Snape. "It’s torture, having to look into those eyes all over again! They’re such a perfect match. Perfect! Its like having a little bit of her just dangling within reach, so tempting when you know you can never have it. That was the first time i felt that pain scorch inside of me since it happened. And so it remains, every day, every hour, every second.” “You never stopped caring for her.” Whispered Dumbledore. “Never.” Replied Snape simply, and Dumbledore noticed that the wetness in his eyes had escaped, and was falling down his sallow cheek. Snape did not attempt to remove it. “There was another reason I came tonight, Dumbledore, I-“ But Dumbledore had seen this coming. “Severus,” he cut across him, “No.” “No?” Snape challenged, “No?!” He stood up, anger pumping in every vein, causing it to surge around his body in great torrents. “I can’t stand this anymore. I can’t look at Potter anymore! I can’t be reminded, time after time, of the most painful event in my life, Dumbledore!” His face was even paler than it had been when he entered. “I cant,” he mouthed, no sound being able to escape from him any more. He mustered the strength for the final words. “I’m leaving the castle. For good.” He swept from the room, his robes whipping around the doorframe after him, leaving Dumbledore alone in the office, a single tear rolling down his old and wizened face. ************************************************** ********************* bit depressing, i know, but i do feel for snapeadoodle what do you think?? |
noo he cant just leave! oh hun its great its just wow, i always felt for snape but now i do even more :) keep going |
That was sooo Great... Pams!!!! -Xavier:)- |
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