For MartianHouseCat...
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icarusYeah, I'm spamming you guys like crazy today. This is for you, MHC.
An Opening
by Icarus
The summer insects hummed and made a living sound of the heat. The aura of the wizarding world thrummed with the sleepy pleasure of an afterglow, after the party, after the celebration. It was Harry Potter day. How wonderful. Voldemort was dead, and all credit given to a baby boy who was probably drooling on himself at this very moment.
It made a bitter coda to all those who had sacrificed so much, had actually worked for the end of Voldemort instead of huddling like so many sheep, or burbling in a cradle. Now the grateful sheep danced around and celebrated a baby.
Severus made a sound that was half derisive laugh and half sigh. He always known he'd chosen the wrong side. Here was the proof.
In a typical lack of gratitude, those he had helped didn't believe he'd been a spy. Severus should not have been surprised, but in fact he was. Even once 'cleared' one job interview after another turned him away. Severus supposed he had projected Albus' cunning and admitted perceptiveness onto those he represented. It stung to be wrong.
Meanwhile those he had turned against knew it to be true, with vicious certainty. Knew him, knew that Severus Snape would rather go to Azkeban than cower, whinge and make excuses for himself. He was no Lucius Malfoy, to survive at all costs. Snape? He'd rather be dead. So it had to be true.
Most of them also guessed he'd enjoyed it. His mother certainly did, as she closed off his access to any of the Snape accounts. Not disinherited, no. Not officially at any rate.
Severus Snape surveyed the landscape of Hogwarts' School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a place he had hoped to never see again. He turned from the window and knocked solemnly on the heavy wooden door.
Now Severus had to ask for a favour. But at least the man he was asking owed him a great deal. It felt better than charity.
Albus opened the door to his office himself, no magic charms this time. Very kind of him, and respectful. Albus smiled warmly. Behind him, tea was already made and the table set. Of course.
"Severus. Won't you come in? I've been expecting you."
Finis.
An Opening
by Icarus
The summer insects hummed and made a living sound of the heat. The aura of the wizarding world thrummed with the sleepy pleasure of an afterglow, after the party, after the celebration. It was Harry Potter day. How wonderful. Voldemort was dead, and all credit given to a baby boy who was probably drooling on himself at this very moment.
It made a bitter coda to all those who had sacrificed so much, had actually worked for the end of Voldemort instead of huddling like so many sheep, or burbling in a cradle. Now the grateful sheep danced around and celebrated a baby.
Severus made a sound that was half derisive laugh and half sigh. He always known he'd chosen the wrong side. Here was the proof.
In a typical lack of gratitude, those he had helped didn't believe he'd been a spy. Severus should not have been surprised, but in fact he was. Even once 'cleared' one job interview after another turned him away. Severus supposed he had projected Albus' cunning and admitted perceptiveness onto those he represented. It stung to be wrong.
Meanwhile those he had turned against knew it to be true, with vicious certainty. Knew him, knew that Severus Snape would rather go to Azkeban than cower, whinge and make excuses for himself. He was no Lucius Malfoy, to survive at all costs. Snape? He'd rather be dead. So it had to be true.
Most of them also guessed he'd enjoyed it. His mother certainly did, as she closed off his access to any of the Snape accounts. Not disinherited, no. Not officially at any rate.
Severus Snape surveyed the landscape of Hogwarts' School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a place he had hoped to never see again. He turned from the window and knocked solemnly on the heavy wooden door.
Now Severus had to ask for a favour. But at least the man he was asking owed him a great deal. It felt better than charity.
Albus opened the door to his office himself, no magic charms this time. Very kind of him, and respectful. Albus smiled warmly. Behind him, tea was already made and the table set. Of course.
"Severus. Won't you come in? I've been expecting you."
Finis.
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MHC
Date: 2003-04-07 09:17 am (UTC)No actually, Dumbledore wasn't manipulating Severus. Rather, he knew Severus would need him and he was saying 'yes' before Severus even had to ask the question. Saving his pride on many levels.
~Icarus