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The Serpent Cycle: The Professor: Chapter 8~Thursday 19 November – My Room Early Evening
The grand scheme of things…and where I am now… I am so tired and so confused. It seems as though what happened this morning took place over a week ago. And it is only fitting, that a day such as this was entered through such a suffocating veil of nightmares.
Last night I struggled so to fall sleep. The fear of the day and the horrors of my past dominated my thoughts, pulling me from one night terror on into the next. All I could think when I awoke in between was - I should have helped her. In my dreams all those that I cared about were brought before the Dementors. Their souls were destroyed one bye one while I watched. I should have helped her.
Then I was in the Ministry, holding my wand out ready to strike. "Severus," an ominous voice from behind me roared, "is she one of them?"
A young woman, barely out of her teenage years stood before me. I'd seen her once. I knew her name. She was one of the people that I had given up at my trial. And
The Serpent Cycle: The Professor: Chapter 7~Monday 16 November – My Room Evening
I made it. I survived my first day as a Professor, though I still do not feel like one. It wasn't terrible, and yet it wasn't at all easy. I feel so tired and so drained from the attempt. I cannot begin to imagine how I will manage this again tomorrow, or all the days after that. For now, at least I can say that I survived this one day, so surely that must mean I can do this... I must do this.
It was almost funny, for when I first work up this morning, part of me I understood how ridiculous I was being. I realized that Dumbledore had been right… again. I had offered to kill all of the remaining Death Eaters with no hesitation and I feared to teach children? It was absurd. And so, with that thought in mind I got up from my bed and walked across my room to the desk by the window. I finally raised my nerve to look at my class schedule… I opened the parchment with trembling hands but when I saw the list, I nearly smiled. Hufflepuffs. Hufflepuffs and Ra
The Serpent Cycle: The Professor: Chapter 6~Sunday 8 November 1981 – Near Midnight, My Room
Still can't sleep. I might as well deal with what happened in Slytherin.
~The Other Side of the Wall
The pool was just as inviting as it had been – the water seemed calm and warm and I wanted nothing more then to float at peace in it once again. I neared the waters edge, at first I thought I was hearing things but the sound of voices from just beyond the wall was too vivid for any hallucination.
I was so distressed by the voices that I jumped into the water still wearing my clothes to look around for the source of the sound. I heard it – just behind me as I felt the icy draft on the back of my neck. I turned then to see the gap in the wall just above the surface of the water. The water nearly covered the opening but for about an inch of space. Perhaps the water level had dropped overnight – or perhaps I had just been too tired to notice the gap or the sounds emanating from it earlier… by then however it was unmistakable… through the open
The Serpent Cycle: The Professor: Chapter 5~Sunday 8 November 1981 Late Evening, My Room
I was going to stop tonight after writing about Wilkes and Evan, but I feel even further from sleep now. I need to face what happened between Slughorn and myself before I can find peace on this night.
~Obligations and Responsibilities
Horace Slughorn, there he stood. It seemed like a dream for I had not seen him in what seemed to be decades, but there he was in Dumbledore's office as if no time had passed at all. "Severus!" he shouted far too forcefully to be considered civilized and then he hurried across the floor to me. "There you are!" he cried out as he lifted me up from the chair before I could even stand on my own. Honestly. I did not need to be hugged at all, let alone as brutally as he had done. Well when Dumbledore told me you had come back to teach I could scarcely believe it! Well look at you boy, you haven't changed at all well, perhaps you've grown
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