FIC: Ghost Life 2/4 FR13
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starlit_desiresTitle: Ghost Life 2/4
Author: Sweetness (aaronlisa@gmail.com)
Pairing: none
Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling and company.
Notes: written for the Shades of Grey challenge atcolor_i_fic for the colour fog. This is set post-Year Seven.
The misty grey fog covered the school grounds obscuring the familiar features of Hogwarts to anyone who stood above the school. Like Snape currently was as he stood at the top of the Astronomy Tower. A more melodramatic person would have assumed the worse about Severus Snape being at the top of the Astronomy Tower in the early dawn light, but Minerva McConagall was anything but melodramatic. She knew that things were still difficult for the Potions Master, since the wizarding world still saw him first as a Death Eater who had killed the great Albus Dumbledore, and then occasionally he was seen as a spy who helped to bring down the Dark Lord.
There were only a handful of people who wanted to see beyond the Death Eater image and beyond what he had done. No one wanted to accept the fat that Snape had been as instrumental in winning the war as Harry Potter had been. She still though that he was a very conflicted man who could have gone either way in the last days of the Dark Lord, and she never felt as she could put absolute trust and faith on Snape like Hermione and Dumbledore had and did. McConagall sighed as she took in the sight of the dour Potions Master dressed black standing against the backdrop of the grey-white fog.
“Have you been there long?” Snape questioned.
“Long enough.”
”I suppose that there was some reason for you spying on me.”
”I wasn’t spying, Severus.”
”No, of course not.”
”Madame Pomfrey needs more potions made up for the hospital wing since the children will be returning back shortly.”
”As there a list?” Snape tersely asked.
”Of course,” McConagall replied as she handed him the list.
“I will get on this right away,” Snape replied as he tucked the list away in his robes.
“Severus, if there is ever anything that I can do, you know that I am always here for you.”
”Save it, Minerva. It’s far too late in the day for me to be saved.”
”Of course,” McConagall replied before turning on her heel.
As she descended from the tower, she felt guilty for the role that she had been forced to play. She had never been allowed to know why Dumbledore trusted him implicitly, since even within the Order Dumbledore had never allowed Snape to be come close to anyone else. If only she could find a way to trust him as Dumbledore had, then maybe he would let her break his icy exterior. Then again, Severus Snape had never been the type of man who could inspire others to feel confident in him. It still left her with a sense of guilty for helping to create the empty shell of a man that he had become following the end of the war.
**TBC**
Author: Sweetness (aaronlisa@gmail.com)
Pairing: none
Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling and company.
Notes: written for the Shades of Grey challenge at
color_i_fic for the colour fog. This is set post-Year Seven. The misty grey fog covered the school grounds obscuring the familiar features of Hogwarts to anyone who stood above the school. Like Snape currently was as he stood at the top of the Astronomy Tower. A more melodramatic person would have assumed the worse about Severus Snape being at the top of the Astronomy Tower in the early dawn light, but Minerva McConagall was anything but melodramatic. She knew that things were still difficult for the Potions Master, since the wizarding world still saw him first as a Death Eater who had killed the great Albus Dumbledore, and then occasionally he was seen as a spy who helped to bring down the Dark Lord.
There were only a handful of people who wanted to see beyond the Death Eater image and beyond what he had done. No one wanted to accept the fat that Snape had been as instrumental in winning the war as Harry Potter had been. She still though that he was a very conflicted man who could have gone either way in the last days of the Dark Lord, and she never felt as she could put absolute trust and faith on Snape like Hermione and Dumbledore had and did. McConagall sighed as she took in the sight of the dour Potions Master dressed black standing against the backdrop of the grey-white fog.
“Have you been there long?” Snape questioned.
“Long enough.”
”I suppose that there was some reason for you spying on me.”
”I wasn’t spying, Severus.”
”No, of course not.”
”Madame Pomfrey needs more potions made up for the hospital wing since the children will be returning back shortly.”
”As there a list?” Snape tersely asked.
”Of course,” McConagall replied as she handed him the list.
“I will get on this right away,” Snape replied as he tucked the list away in his robes.
“Severus, if there is ever anything that I can do, you know that I am always here for you.”
”Save it, Minerva. It’s far too late in the day for me to be saved.”
”Of course,” McConagall replied before turning on her heel.
As she descended from the tower, she felt guilty for the role that she had been forced to play. She had never been allowed to know why Dumbledore trusted him implicitly, since even within the Order Dumbledore had never allowed Snape to be come close to anyone else. If only she could find a way to trust him as Dumbledore had, then maybe he would let her break his icy exterior. Then again, Severus Snape had never been the type of man who could inspire others to feel confident in him. It still left her with a sense of guilty for helping to create the empty shell of a man that he had become following the end of the war.
**TBC**
