Ficlet: Then Good Luck
Title: Then Good Luck
Author: Inspire inspired_ideas
Word Count: 500
Rating: All Ages
Character: Severus Snape
Disclaimer: I'm not JKR, nor do I play her on TV.
Written For: Hogwarts Elite hogwarts_elite
Summary: Severus does what Severus always does. He only hopes this isn't the last time he does it.
‘Then good luck,’ he says. Twinkling old fool, Severus thought to himself as he swept from the hospital wing at a measured pace. He did not wish to encounter that mutt Black on his way off the grounds. Master yourself, Severus admonished himself mentally. Allowing his hatred of Black to rise to the surface was all well and good, as was his distaste for being forced to shake hands under the Headmaster’s orders. Yes, those could be used to mask Severus’ other feelings, the feelings that would need to stay buried if he was to live through the night.
For the Dark Lord always knew when someone was lying to him.
The trick, Severus had learned, was simply not to lie. He didn’t need to. He truly did hate Albus Dumbledore. It was impossible not to hate the way the old man manipulated him and made him his puppet. He truly did hate Harry Potter. It was impossible not to hate the boy’s arrogance, so much like his father’s. Severus knew precisely what he would say in answer to the questions he knew the Dark Lord would have for him. He’d been preparing carefully all year, going over and over each point until his carefully phrased answers were so ingrained that no hint of anything less than the bald truth could be detected.
The Dark Lord had ordered him to Hogwarts to spy on Dumbledore, so to Hogwarts Severus had gone and there he had stayed. No, he did not attempt to find the Dark Lord when he vanished. While he was not proud of it, like many others, Severus had believed him gone. Afterward, he had done what he thought best, remained at Hogwarts and continued to spy on Albus Dumbledore as he’d been commanded. Severus had years of information on the Headmaster to share, years of useful information. No, he’d had absolutely no idea that it had been the Dark Lord in possession of Quirrell. He would have helped had the Dark Lord had considered him worthy of the information. No, he had not tried to avoid returning to the Dark Lord’s side earlier tonight. When his Dark Mark burned, he had been unable to leave Hogwarts without causing suspicion, as he had been patrolling the maze in front of a crowd. As soon as he could escape notice, he hastened to answer the summons.
When he reached the gates, Severus turned and looked back at the castle for what might be the last time. Severus Snape was no fool; he knew he was going to look death in the face. Yes, he was prepared. He opened the gates and stepped through for Severus Snape was no coward. Pushing up his left sleeve, Severus alerted the Dark Lord to his desire to attend him. When his Dark Mark flared and burned in response, Severus was ready and Disapparated. Yes, he was prepared to do everything in his power to see that his true master was successful this time.
Hogwarts Elite: Quibbler Elite: Gobstones Contest Fallen Ficlet
Term 17; Round #04; Level 2; First Place Entry; 03 July 2009
Author: Inspire inspired_ideas
Word Count: 500
Rating: All Ages
Character: Severus Snape
Disclaimer: I'm not JKR, nor do I play her on TV.
Written For: Hogwarts Elite hogwarts_elite
Summary: Severus does what Severus always does. He only hopes this isn't the last time he does it.
‘Then good luck,’ he says. Twinkling old fool, Severus thought to himself as he swept from the hospital wing at a measured pace. He did not wish to encounter that mutt Black on his way off the grounds. Master yourself, Severus admonished himself mentally. Allowing his hatred of Black to rise to the surface was all well and good, as was his distaste for being forced to shake hands under the Headmaster’s orders. Yes, those could be used to mask Severus’ other feelings, the feelings that would need to stay buried if he was to live through the night.
For the Dark Lord always knew when someone was lying to him.
The trick, Severus had learned, was simply not to lie. He didn’t need to. He truly did hate Albus Dumbledore. It was impossible not to hate the way the old man manipulated him and made him his puppet. He truly did hate Harry Potter. It was impossible not to hate the boy’s arrogance, so much like his father’s. Severus knew precisely what he would say in answer to the questions he knew the Dark Lord would have for him. He’d been preparing carefully all year, going over and over each point until his carefully phrased answers were so ingrained that no hint of anything less than the bald truth could be detected.
The Dark Lord had ordered him to Hogwarts to spy on Dumbledore, so to Hogwarts Severus had gone and there he had stayed. No, he did not attempt to find the Dark Lord when he vanished. While he was not proud of it, like many others, Severus had believed him gone. Afterward, he had done what he thought best, remained at Hogwarts and continued to spy on Albus Dumbledore as he’d been commanded. Severus had years of information on the Headmaster to share, years of useful information. No, he’d had absolutely no idea that it had been the Dark Lord in possession of Quirrell. He would have helped had the Dark Lord had considered him worthy of the information. No, he had not tried to avoid returning to the Dark Lord’s side earlier tonight. When his Dark Mark burned, he had been unable to leave Hogwarts without causing suspicion, as he had been patrolling the maze in front of a crowd. As soon as he could escape notice, he hastened to answer the summons.
When he reached the gates, Severus turned and looked back at the castle for what might be the last time. Severus Snape was no fool; he knew he was going to look death in the face. Yes, he was prepared. He opened the gates and stepped through for Severus Snape was no coward. Pushing up his left sleeve, Severus alerted the Dark Lord to his desire to attend him. When his Dark Mark flared and burned in response, Severus was ready and Disapparated. Yes, he was prepared to do everything in his power to see that his true master was successful this time.
Hogwarts Elite: Quibbler Elite: Gobstones Contest Fallen Ficlet
Term 17; Round #04; Level 2; First Place Entry; 03 July 2009