The Nightingale and the RoseJewels of a Nightingale embed the music-moon.The Nightingale and the Rose8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dear, perhaps, the death of Life by pearls
though feathers are but copper loose in pocket's breast.
Hyacinths do blossom in his passion's bed
where there should be roses
red as he desires.
And his pale ivory seldom cease the sorrow.
And his lips speak the promise of the scarlet petals.
'She will dance with me till dawn.'
Such a great price!
Since when do bouquet-flowers exceed logic's philosophy?
Here, at last, is a true lover
who shall present the fowl's veins at expense of sailing shadows.
is better than
'Post War'-Part III- 'Autumn, 1998' - Chapter I'Post War'-Part III- 'Autumn, 1998' - Chapter I3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
(Sequel of "The Cat")
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy, Scotland
Minerva MacGonagall´s office
"Your neighbour you say..." Minerva mumbled, deep in thought.
"I know, it sounds preposterous..."
They sat silently facing each other for a few seconds, as the fire gently burned, colouring Minerva´s office in soft shades of gold and orange. Severus sunk down in his chair, enjoying the familiarity of being back at Hogwarts even if momentarily. For good or bad Hogwarts was the closest thing to home he had, maybe even more so than his childhood home in Spinner´s End. Spinner´s End was a retreat, a place filled with memories and ghosts he came back to whenever life was too heavy to bear. Hogwarts, however was the place where his life had actually taken it´s course. Spinner´s End was dream and reverie, Hogwarts was reality, blunt and crude. Coming back was like revisiting what made him into what he was, and as much as he didn´t like what he
CareCare3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Severus woke up with a groan.
His head was pounding. His whole body ached. He was sure he had some bruising along his ribs if they weren't broken, and he was almost sure they were and he couldn't fix it because of his lack of knowledge in healing.
The only way to know for sure is with a visit to Poppy and the witch hadn't wanted anything to do with him in months, going as far as to tell him not to come to the hospital wing unless he was bleeding to death. Or to not even come then.
He could not go to see her.
Sighing he pushed himself up slowly, only to be greeted with a wave of dizziness, and a jolt in his stomach that had him nearly tripping over his own feet to get to the lavatory.
Five minutes later he emerged pale and sweating, his thin white shirt was soaked through and his hair was in complete disarray, more so then normal.
It was settled he was sick.
Sitting on the edge of his bed he laid his head in his hands he was tempted to not leave his chambers at all
The Beginning of the EndThe Beginning of the End4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"It all seems a bit pitchy, you know, when you're stuck in a rut with too many things that you need to do, and nothing that you want to do. It seems that you have all time in the world to get things done and what do you have to show for it? nothing; that's what.
The worst part of it all is that even if you were to have accomplished something you would still feel that sense of life lost.
Then there are times when I know what I want to say but she sheer stupidity of my tongue keeps my mouth much too dry to make even an utterance of intelligible speech. Most times things come out half spoken, or of dull meaning. "
was not the first time that he had sat there, half dressed in the darkness of his room playing with words and emotions on paper. These things were tools for him, simply imaging to make sleeping through the night a realistic task.
Soon the morning would come to remind him of all of his faults. At lest here, alone and in the dark, he was finally a some one, because, with no one ar
Care IICare II3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Minerva must have fallen asleep because she was woken up by the sound of something glass hitting the ground.
Shooting up from the chair she grabbed her wand and looked wildly around the room. Still a bit groggy she walked across the room and stood by his bed trying to adjust to the light she cast a simple spell to reignite the fire.
Once she could see at least somewhat she began to examine him. Only to be almost knocked over when his arm shot out and tried to grab the glass of water from the side of the bed, nearly knocking over another one of the potion filled vials.
Minerva quickly caught the vial before turning to Severus.
"Severus, are you finally awake?"
Fevered black eyes stared back at him "no I'm sleeping with my eyes open, it's truly a useful skill." Minerva bristled really did he always have to be so sarcastic? It was fairly off settling.
"How are you feeling?"
Severus glared up at her "fine. Now you can go. Go back to your precious Gryffindor's surely they are lost wi
Gems of Black and of GreenGems of Black and of Green3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
STOP! Before you read on I suggest you go listen to: "The bravest man I ever knew" by Ministry of Magic, "Snape Vs. Snape" by Ministry of Magic, and "Lily" by Ministry of magic. I believe they set the mood for the story because they were what I was listening to while writing this fic. Plus they are wonderful songs even if they are a little to up beat for this story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, because if I did Severus would have died in the arms of someone who loved him.
She hovered over her body watching as a stone man crumbled.
Really she shouldn't care, he had called her a mud-blood, it had been years since then. But it still stung, still made her so angry, and she could still feel her wounded pride. She still was angry at him; unfinished business and all that maybe she wanted to punch him. Perhaps that was why she hadn't passed on yet.
Then again she doubted he was the reason. No, it had everything to do with the screaming baby in the crib behind the sobbing ma
Silent Hill: Carnality / Chapter OneSilent Hill: Carnality / Chapter One1 month ago in Horror More Like This
the words fell from his mouth like many pebbles from an empty basket. he took a series of sharp breaths, barely aware of the blood soaking the collar of his robes. he could hear urgent yet muffled voices all around him as reality started to slip from him, leaving behind a landslide of unreasonable and fleeting thoughts. Harry's eyes ( her eyes) were the last thing he saw.
When he finally became aware of himself again he felt the damp of morning on his cheeks, and the cold ground below him. he didn't immediately move. Severus instead lay there with his eyes closed, knowing that when he opened them he would be laying there where Nagini had left him. he wasn't surprised. in fact, he preferred it this way. It wasn't in his nature to rely upon the pity of others. that part of him had died out long ago. he lay there several moments longer simply enjoying the defining silence. he had done his part, and that quiet must have meant that the war was well over now. he wa
'Post War' Part II - 'The Cat' - Chapter I(Sequel to "The Visit")'Post War' Part II - 'The Cat' - Chapter I3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Severus couldn´t even remember the last time he had slept. Actual sleep, that is. A peaceful night of sound, restoring sleep. His brain shut down at times, when the body couldn´t take being awake anymore, but even then...To sleep...to rest...No more...Not since the late Albus Dumbledore had dropped the weight of the world onto his shoulders without ever wondering if he would be able to carry it.
Dumbledore was not the nice old man for whom so many took him... He was man of action, a man who did what had to be done, no matter what the cost. "For the greater good" was his motto. Severus respected that. He had long given up any ideals of a fair world where good triumphs over evil simply because that´s the way it´s supposed to be...More often than not, the "greater good" demanded sacrifice, blood, tears and less than noble actions...Sometimes things simply got ugly, and there was nothing anyone could do about it. Hard facts of life... S
'Post War'-Part IV- Of books and tea- Chapter IIOctober 7th'Post War'-Part IV- Of books and tea- Chapter II2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Spinner´s End, 13
Severus looked up from his glass of elf made wine and stared down the man sitting in front of him. Tall, dark and stately Kingsley Shacklebolt. Still tranquil and commanding as Severus remembered him to be, but significantly older...Severus had noticed the same happen with Minerva as well...the war and its aftermath had grealy aged all its participants in just a few years...years that felt heavy as centuries...Maybe that was the reason Severus himself avoided looking at the mirror too often.
''Well, it´s an honour to welcome the new Minister for magic in my house.You will surely appreaciate my concern tough, for I doubt someone is such high-ranking position would go through the trouble of coming all the way here if there wasn´t something serious underway...'' His mind quickly drifted back to the flight of the Lestranges. The Ministry was surely in a dire position right now, if Shacklebolt´s presence told him anything.
''Interim, minister.' Shackl
Northern ComfortIt was a meagre bonfire. It consisted of the last personal possessions of a man who'd led a meagre life. There was a shaving brush, a bundle of greying socks, a bunch of old newspapers with depressing headlines. The starched shirts already crackling in the heat were mottled with blood and whisky stains. Each one represented a memory to Severus Snape but they were not the kind of memories that he was sorry to see go up in smoke.Northern Comfort5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He stepped back, breathing deeply, and watched the mismatched pile of objects smoking. It looked as though the bonfire, just like the man it commemorated, was going to need a bottle of whisky to get it going.
Severus unscrewed the top of the bottle. It was a cheap brand, called Northern Comfort. An oxymoron, of course, but he had never shared this observation with his father. He didn't have much of a sense of humour, especially about his precious whisky.
He sniffed the bottle and felt his empty stomach writhe in protest. There was nothing le
Snape-x-Reader: HopeSnape-x-Reader: Hope4 months ago in Drama More Like This
(F/n) held onto him; not with her hands or voice, but with the absolute power of her eyes. Those eyes that always displayed whatever emotion she was feeling in a moment. Always observant of things that should have been beyond her hope of grasping; always seeing past the surface to what was housed underneath, always seeking out those who needed her help.
The windows to her soul were (e/c); it wasn’t the color that made them shine, but rather the feeling that was incessantly building up behind them. Even at times when she was dulled or tired they shone bright . . . Even now when she was being desecrated, (F/n)’s eyes remained full and beautiful.
Severus Snape had been careful to keep his face passive as the Dark Lord tortured her, with more foul spells than could be named, but internally he trembled. For more years than he could count, the Potions Master had played the faithful spy and turncoat. He had given
'Post War': Part I- 'The visit' - Chapter I'Post War': Part I- 'The visit' - Chapter I3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Spinner´s End, Cokeworth, Northern England.
Severus put down the book and puffed heavily. It was the sixth time the bloody doorbell had rung.
Probably the teenage delinquents who were in the inconvenient habit of roaming Spinner´s End on occasion. During the past few years, they had been coming over to that abandoned part of town whenever they felt bored or were being chased by the police. As a matter of fact, with the street´s alarming state of decay, most of its houses deserted, it was rather surprising that the juvenile gangster-hopefuls didn´t come around to "visit" more often.
Spinner´s End was after all a perfect hiding place...Nobody better than Severus knew that...
But the fact was that Spinner´s End was ruined to such a degree that not even those little punks took a more than passing interest in it. Sometimes they entered an abandoned house to smoke, played some loud music (that is, if that godawful cacophony could be call
Motherhood - Chapter I (collab)(This story takes place 5 months before "Acceptance", and a month before "The ultrassound")Motherhood - Chapter I (collab)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dialogs co-written with Ameraucanablues (see comments)
Early June, 2005
R5479, just outside Doolin, County Clare, Munster Province, Ireland
The red Volvo sped across the emerald-green of the Irish countryside, the fresh blue of the clear spring sky above and the cool seaside sunlight hitting its darkened windows. The wide luxurious fields, the sheep peacefully grazing, the deep indigo of the rowdy sea in the distance beyond the old and grey stones of the Burren and the proud heights of the cliffs should all came as a comforting sight to Evelyn. The road from Dublin to Doolin was so familiar she felt like she could drive through it with her eyes closed. When she had moved to Dublin for college, she´d come back every other weekend by bus or train, and a few years later, once she had started to earn her own money, she´d drive herself back home every weekend. 24 years later, she could easi
Evelyn Teresa Black - Character questionnaireName: Evelyn Teresa Snape (Née Black)Evelyn Teresa Black - Character questionnaire3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Age: 49 years old as of 2012. 35 years old at the beginning of the story.
Height and weight: 1,73m (sans heels). Weighs around 70 kilos. Which might seem like a lot, but Evelyn has been a amateur dancer for most of her youth and she runs every day, which accounts for a fair amount of muscular body-mass, particularly on her legs. Also her body built is rather sturdy and broad, particularly around hips and thighs.
Body type: Average height to tall and flexible, but with a very sturdy and solid frame. Evelyn has a cello-shapped body, with strong shoulders and back, slightly bigger than average breasts, round hips and butt and thick thighs (her proverbial "thunder thighs", which she hates). She has a slight tendency to gain weight (particularly on her lower half)if she doesn´t watch her diet and exercise.
Eyes:Almond shaped, somewhat narrow, of a very vivid golden brown. She has strong eyebrows tha
'Post War' -Part III- 'Autumn, 1998' - Chapter VSeverus stood in front of his neighbour´s door, bracing himself to knock. If he knew Ms Black, and after a couple of days he was sure she was easy enough to read, he was about to voluntarily put himself through a lengthy ordeal of infuriating small-talk and pushy kindness. He sighed...It had to be done...Severus could hear music coming from inside...the mellifluous voice of some male singer he could vaguely recognise but wouldn´t be able to identify if he tried...Aznavour? Brel? Montand?...He could never tell these Frenchmen apart...It was just something that sounded nostalgic and sensuous like old French songs tended to sound in general. So this was the kind of music she liked...didn´t exactly come as a surprise. Taking a deep breath he knocked.'Post War' -Part III- 'Autumn, 1998' - Chapter V3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The music came to an abrupt end and he heard very soft and quick footsteps coming towards the door. As it opened, his eyes were immediately drawn downwards...Had Ms Black suddenly shrunk? He didn´t remember her b
'Post War'- Part I - 'The visit' - Chapter III'Post War'- Part I - 'The visit' - Chapter III3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The front door opened into a small sitting room. As Evelyn expected, the room was pretty much like the sitting room of her own house in dimensions and just as dingy. Unlike her oddly well-decorated sitting room though, the dreary atmosphere at the Snapes house was compounded by the rather drab choice of furniture and colours. Everything was brown and sepia, and the scant décor seemed to be right out of a low-budget late 50s early 60s movie, with lots of odd trinkets scattered about. An old armchair in front of the cast iron fireplace fireplace was in dire need of reupholstering, as was the small dark russet leather couch in the middle of the room, and the rug was in even worst condition.
What did strike her, however, was the sheer amount of books. They covered every single wall from top to bottom, leaving almost no space empty. In fact there were so many of them, that it just looked as if they sprouted about like overgrown plants in an unkept garden. The shelves were f
'Post War' -Part IV- 'Of books and tea' -Chapter IOctober, 7th'Post War' -Part IV- 'Of books and tea' -Chapter I2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The newspaper Ms. Black had brought him laid on the couch, exactly where he had left it the day before. Severus picked it up, sipping his coffee distractedly. Salvador Dali....This brought back memories. He could still remember the scent of new books in that bookstore downtown where he and Lily would spend hours on end at least once a week. It was a small shop that also sold comic books, posters and art prints, a local landmark that had closed just like so many small businesses in Cokeworth did when the mill was closed. In the 80s Cokeworth became a ghost town. Without the mill there was nothing left for more than half the townspeople who depended on it directly or indirectly. The ones who were better off and had jobs in Manchester or Oldham fared better, but it took the city as a whole almost a decade to start getting back on its feet. And even now, Cokeworth was still nothing to be praised. Still a half-dead filthy town living on the shadow of Manchest
AcceptanceAcceptance3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
October, 31, 2005
Severus didn´t want a child.
And yet...here it was...
Severus approached the cradle with feather light footsteps. It was a simple but elegant piece of furniture, made out of heavy and dark oak wood...an heirloom of Evelyn´s family, that her mother had insisted on giving them. A wealth of delicate white and blue covers and a veil of rich Irish lace protected it´s tiny occupant from the late October chill.
His long fingers drew back the covers to reveal the child to his sleep deprived eyes. A child who was no more than an hour old. A child that wasn´t expected. A mistake that shouldn´t have happened, as far as his father had been concerned.
He didn´t want a child...
Most people take parental instinct for granted...They imagine it´s only natural for parents to love their children. It just happened...But Severus knew better...In fact he knew from experience that it just wasn´t that simple...Nowhere near that simple...
And that was p
51 Things I'm Not Allowed To Do to Snape51 Things I'm Not Allowed To Do To Professor Snape51 Things I'm Not Allowed To Do to Snape2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Arabella, Lizzy and Donna were in the Headmaster's office. And they were in trouble. Judging from the manic glint in Professor Snape's eye, they were in deep trouble.
'There they are, Headmaster,' he hissed, pale face flushed with triumph. His hair was still a dazzling red and gold and he was shaking badly in anger as he pointed at them. They did their best to look innocent. 'All three of them,' he continued in a soft hiss, 'have been harassing me for fifty days.'
'Who, us, Professor?' Arabella asked in her sweetest voice. 'Are you sure you aren't having hallucinations again?'
'I AM NOT HALLUCINATING!' he shrieked, looking deranged. He grabbed something from his robe pocket and pulled it out. It was a list. Their list, Arabella realised with a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. 'EVERYDAY! SINGING LEWD MUGGLE SONGS AND GRINNING AT ME AND STALKING ME AND SPREADING LUDICROUS RUMOURS! LOOK AT THIS!'
Dumbledore surveyed Snape calmly
'Post War' -Part IV-'Of books and tea' - Chapter VLucius stepped away from the window and sat on his chair, his face lost into darkness.'Post War' -Part IV-'Of books and tea' - Chapter V2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Do you mind?" he let out acidly, making a broad gesture that indicated the entire room around them "I can´t bring myself to have a serious conversation with anybody whose face I can´t see."
Severus retrieved his wand from the inside pocket of his jacket and with a swift flick of his wrist lit all the candles in the room. Lucius office remained for the most part unchanged, other than the growing amount of dust and spider webs covering everything and the missing decorative objects, the most expensive ones notably...all auctioned off. The Malfoys no longer had the luxury of house elves and surely Lucius wouldn´t bother with cleaning his office himself. Severus had noticed the entrance hall and main sitting room were clean and in perfect order, even if missing most of their furniture and art objects. Narcissa´s doing for absolute sure. Even if thrown in the most abject poverty, a Black would never be c
'Post War'-Part IV- Of books and tea - Chapter IV'Post War'-Part IV- Of books and tea - Chapter IV2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Why DID you become a teacher?"
Severus frowned. The female voice talking to him seemed to have changed midway into the sentence, husky contralto swiftly replaced by an airy soprano, bot voices overlapping eerily for a split second. He looked up and gasped, the room around him was no longer the sitting room of the house next door to him, but Hogwarts teachers´ lounge. It was no longer Evelyn Black he was talking to...the bright brown eyes replaced by soft mossy green ones, the tall patrician brunette had vanished leaving a short and mousy blonde in her place.
"Severus, are you listening?" Charity Burbage asked him, her pleasantly round face assuming a concerned expression.
"Y-yes...I´m sorry, I got distracted for a second."
"You´ve been quite distracted lately. Are you worried about something?" she smiled, collecting her papers from the table.
"Not in particular" he let out still confused. He looked around once again. Yes, he defintely was in Hogwarts. And it was definitely Charity sit
'Post War'-Part IV- 'Of books and tea'- Chapter VI"I just ate something at Café Yalta, but I can fix you something to eat if you want" Evelyn offered as she poured him some tea.'Post War'-Part IV- 'Of books and tea'- Chapter VI2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Just tea will sufice, thank you. Café Yalta, huh? I hope to God you only had their buckwheat pancakes."
"You know the place?"
"Everybody does. Best pancakes and..."
"...worst tea of all Greater Manchester! So it IS true. Angela told me exactly that!" she laughed softly, sitting besides him and kicking off her shoes by the side of the couch.
"Yeah, a colleague of mine. English teacher. She wouldn´t let me have their tea because it supposedly tastes like toilet water"
"She might as well have saved you from some nasty infection. 'Supposedly' is entirely too kind. I´m fairly confident that their tea is actual toilet water."
"Cokeworth should put that in touristic brochures, 'Come to Cokeworth and drink the world´s worst tea'" her silvery laugher was growing in volume around him, as she ran her fingers through her long hai
'Post War' Part III- 'Autumn, 1998' - Chapter VIOctober, 6th'Post War' Part III- 'Autumn, 1998' - Chapter VI3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had been quite a while since Evelyn had last gone jogging. No matter what weather, temperature or day, she always started her morning with at least an hour exercise. That was under normal circumstances, of course...But the past weeks could hardly be considered "normal circumstances", and with moving in and getting acclimated to her new life in Cokeworth... Going so long without exercising, without going out in the morning to breath some fresh air was starting to get to her. Evelyn had always had a slight tendency towards gaining weight, and in this past few days she had been on an emotional eating spree... actually, since the death of her father she hadn´t been watching her diet or even her health at all...She had let herself go, actually...taking care of his estate, going over his papers, taking care of her mother, explaining everything to her nieces, then moving to another country...Her routine was turned upside down, and she found he
Soren's ElephantSoren's Elephant2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tuesday, 6 July 4:43pm
Caitlin Black's Garden
Doolin, County Clare Ireland
Dr. Paulo Pereira heard the door to his shed open and shut loudly as he sat on his leather couch therein, sipping his tumbler of Tullamore Dew on the rocks and puffing lazily on his cigarette. He had built himself what he called his 'Refúgio' a shack fitted with all the masculine comforts a man needed for moments of peace and tranquility that was all his own nestled in a tight corner of his fiancée's garden. He didn't need to turn around and look to know who had barged in and plunged into the empty space next to him.
His brother-in-law, Severus Snape or so at least he will officially be in little over a month when Paulo marries Severus' wife, Evelyn's sister, Caitlin Black who had become his best friend since they met over two years previously, needed no invitation to O Refúgio. He had personally assisted Paulo in fixing and furnishing it since they both agreed that the Bl