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Usual Disclaimer: I
don’t own anything Harry Potter, that entire universe’s creation belongs to the
beloved J.K. Rowling (bow down before her greatness!). I am not making any money from this venture,
I am only satisfying my own twisted little desire for creating adult
fairytales.
I. Fate, What a
Cruel Mistress Thou Art.
In >In the beginning, everything is dark, as it always is with
beginnings, and then there is just one shimmer—a single flick of light—like the
instant a struck match brings sparks—and soon a burning illumination of a newly
born star fills the dark expanse of an endless, lonely universe with its
light. Sometimes this process happens
quickly, other times it happens slowly, but more often than not it happens with
a great deal of confusion that is not un-accompanied by some frustration and
fidgeting on the part of that spark’s creator.
Indeed, it has been said that when the goddess brought forth
the universe she tripped over an anthill in the sky to do so. Her clumsiness caused this anthill then to
become a mountain, and to that were added a few rocks, some fungi, algae, moss,
shrubbery, a few choice four-legged creatures, and then, of course, woman was
thrown into the mix, and to her was added a companion, man. Not much can be said of man, except that
sometimes he can be stubborn, stern, methodical, and downright perplexing, just
like his counterpart, woman.
And if it weren’t for the fact that the goddess got a great
deal of amusement from this accident she created, she would have righted her
wrong long ago and stamped that mountain, and it’s perplexing man and woman,
back down into the abyss from which it came.
But she had just the right amount of sparkle in her eye and wisdom in
her heart to match wits with the loneliness in her soul and realize that a
mountain, accompanied by some rocks, and some plants and animals, and yes, even
woman and man, were all-together much better than a dark and lonely abyss. And so she has kept her great work of art,
her great experiment, running so that both muggle and mage alike might all keep
her very amused these days of her long and eternal life. And the goddess was
VERY amused with herself and creation until the day Severus Snape was
born.
Always the lanky and thin child, pale, and not without a
certain amount of initial frailty, Severus Snape had grown up with a family who
not only was both un-caring and calculatingly cold to him, but who insisted on
only stripping his emotions down to nothing with everyday abuse and neglect. It was without notice of their son’s sheer
joy at being able to leave his dismal family home to attend Hogwart’s School of
Witchcraft and Wizardry that his parents simply abandoned him for 7 years of
his life to his own device and study.
Really, they had abandoned him all his life. And when their demands on his spirit weren’t quite enough, most
all of his fellow students loathed him, jeered at him, and taunted him to the
point that he became calculating, cold and cruel himself.
Arming himself with a fierce book-learned knowledge of
Witchcraft, he began to physically coalesce his mind with his nimble but strong
fingers in creating some of the most brilliant potions of his time. Awarded time and time again with high marks,
his mind became the place where his soul would reside. No longer was there any feeling or emotion
to invade his being that he could not catch swiftly, and without warning pocket
that emotion down into the innermost recesses of his mind.
Needless to say, he was often visited by intense migraines
all his life, led led with an expanse that grew on a daily basis in the very
center of his being. Often thinking his
emptiness was a bit of undigested food, he came to rely on anti-acid potions on
a regular basis to quell his stomach.
Of course these potions would never do any good, since it was a feeling
and not a physical condition from which Severus suffered. And, in addition to his other ailments, an
unfortunate side affect of anti-acid potions was a certain acquired resistance
to ever being able to cure future stomach problems with their over-consumption.
So, in addition to being subjected to abuse and neglect, and
being made the practical joke at his class-mates’ whim, along with the constant
suppression of feeling into his head, accompanied by emptiness of his heart,
and a consistently acidic stomach, Severus Snape became what many of his
muggle-born students would not hesitate to call Lord Vader—in appearance he was
completely devoid of any feeling what-so-ever, except maybe loathing. His physical presence was camouflaged and
armed with dramatically draping and darkly flowing robes of the deepest
black. In demeanor he was both enraged
and raged with himself and particularly his incompetent students. And for
Severus Snape all of his students were incompetent, with the exception of at
least one or two from his own Slytherin house.
Not to mention the fact that he had a penchant for joining exclusive, if
not rather sadistic, ethnic-cleansing clubs like Voldemort’s Deatheaters.
And yet, one man revered, respected and loved Severus Snape
enough to redeem him. If it weren’t for
Albus Dumbledore, Snape would never have stopped trying to achieve his own
power through his association with the dark Lord Voldemort.s"> In the end it was Dumbledore’s wisdom that
shone through. It was always
Dumbledore’s wisdom that broke through, or it was nothing at all except empty
doom. Dumbledore was the only constant
in a changing universe—at least until the goddess got fed up with her children
and sent them a savior in the form of the child-who-lived, Harry Potter.
Harry Potter was the new constant thorn in Severus Snape’s
arse, and the goddess knew that if Snape could only learn to banish the
darkness, and the loneliness, he would finally heal himself and be of much
greater help to Harry Potter and the fight against Voldemort.
And that is why the goddess finally decided to play out her
most cunning work, and let loose a daring experiment on Hogwart’s Potions
Master. All of that confusion, frustration and fidgeting that was experienced
when the goddess created the universe was about to be visited upon the figure
of Severus Snape.
In certain religious circles it is said that “Fools rush in
where Angels fear to tread, “ and unbeknownst to him, Severus Snape was about
to be made that fool …for from the top
of her mountain, where she sat grinning from ear to ear, the great goddess
called forth the most beloved and mischievous of her servants, The Fates.
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