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Post by waffl3ookiez on Jan 7, 2007 21:35:13 GMT -5
Severus Snape Severed: Chapter One: A House Or A Home?
A lone figure stood out the front of a well-keep, organised messy mansion. The man bent his head down and then shook it side to side before walking up to the door and going inside, taking off his shoes when he stepped in the doorway. “Severus? Is that you darling?” A woman’s voice came from the study area, on the other side of the room, past the lounge room. Severus Snape had never called this place a home, it was just a house, a home would be filled with loving voices and happy memories, not a incarceration of abuse.
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Post by sunshinedaydream80 on Jan 7, 2007 21:43:50 GMT -5
Will there be more???
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Post by waffl3ookiez on Jan 8, 2007 0:58:23 GMT -5
I have written a whole (A4) page, (font size 14 in the font "verdana") not exactly happy or family friendly by any strech of the imagination, and it is rather... not ... nice or happy, but I'm doing this as an explaination of Snape's life in a way, isn't true to the harry potter books, but I just imagine this as his home life, err his house life actually his home was never a home to begin with simply just a house... Um I'm on my second page, but I'm trying not to be too graphic. Err, if you want more I can add some more for you. And since you seem like a nice person I am giving you a karma, also your the first person to comment on my fanfiction! Thank you once again in case I didn't say it...
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Post by olwen on Jan 8, 2007 20:57:19 GMT -5
In honor of the day: very special story, defiinitely not canon, but meant to produce a smile. A QUIET NIGHT He strode through the quiet halls muttering quietly to himself, nightshirt over his arm, toothbrush in hand. The dungeon still smelled as though a thousand skunks had raised their tails simultaneously in a symphony of stink, and even the combined efforts of several teachers and the headmaster couldn’t remove the odor completely. With all due respect to the headmaster’s wizardly prowess, Professor Snape swore he could still see a splatter of congealed muck on the wall directly over the lectern. “Blast Longbottom and the train he rode in on! Why can he never follow even the simplest instruction? How can anyone be so abysmally thick as to add a liter of ox musk to a potion that calls for a milliliter? I have a good mind to send Augusta a bill for the years supply of musk her benighted grandson just ruined. I can’t even sleep in my own rooms tonight, I’ll have to sleep on the sofa in the staff room. Oho, he’ll be writing 4 ft of parchment for this one tomorrow, with no help from Miss Granger. I’ll see to that.” Professor Snape strode on purposely for a few moments longer, then.stopped abruptly. “And why hadn’t Miss Know-it-all Granger stepped in to help Neville? Strange. Normally she’d be hovering over him like some sort of anxious guardian angel, but today she was curiously silent. That’s not like her at all. Could she finally have seen the light and set Neville free?” He snorted to himself. “A vampire has a better chance of seeing the light.” He turned the corridor and nodded to the portrait of an ancient wizard wearing Slytherin green. “Good evening, Professor Coilz.” “Good evening, Severus. Sorry to hear about the dungeon.” Snape winced, but continued on his way. Word traveled fast in Hogwarts. Up until Longbottom’s malodorous bumbling, the potions class had been running rather more smoothly than usual. He hoped today had just been an anomaly, but with Longbottom one never really knew what new disaster might be lurking around the corner. "Odd, though, that Potter and Weasley seemed to be looking at me furtively at times today. No point wondering why, the answer most likely will elevate my blood pressure. If they are planning another foray under that invisibility cloak, I’ll get them, or better yet I’ll let Filch get them first.” he mused nastily. He was gratified to have overheard Minerva castigating Longbottom and Granger over the incident earlier in the day. He smirked as he remembered her exact words to them, delivered in her best scathing style. He remembered being on the receiving end of her tongue lashings on more than one occasion as a student, and it always amused him to hear her work herself up to full form on someone else. He smiled appreciatively. It was true; Minerva raised scolding to an art form. “Miss Granger, whatever possessed you to allow Longbottom to take over the project? Were the instructions to you not clear enough? You do understand the difference between a minor inconvenience and an outright catastrophe? “ “I thought it might help Neville’s confidence if I let him do it, Professor McGonagall. I had no idea things would turn out this way.” “No idea? Are you blind, girl? Tomorrow after dinner you will assist in airing out Professor Snape's classroom. Take Longbottom with you; it’ll be good practice.” “But , Professor…,” “No more from you, Miss Granger. As to you, Neville, didn’t you understand the instructions?” “Malfoy coughed when Hermione was explaining them to me; I thought she said to add one liter.” Snape snickered as he recalled Minerva’s long suffering sigh. In his mind's eye he saw her nostrils tighten as they often did when she was reining in her annoyance.Yes, it may be hard herding Crabbe, Goyle and Malfoy in, but Minerva had Longbottom to contend with. He had come at last to the staff room. He had been looking forward to a quiet evening in front of the fireplace with a brandy and some music, having turned down Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore’s invitation to dinner at the Hog’s Head Inn. And here he was, on this of all nights, reduced to sleeping on the lumpy, ancient sofa in the staff room. He sighed bitterly and opened the door to find a darkened and strangely silent room. He reached for his wand and somewhere in the dark, someone coughed. He froze as he carefully readied his wand, all senses on alert. “ Lumos!” “SURPRISE!” In the burst of light and noise that ensued, a bewildered Severus Snape looked about and saw a smiling headmaster, his fellow teachers all grinning broadly, and a large elaborately iced birthday cake with candles. Professor Dumbledore pressed a gaily wrapped package into Professor Snape’s hand. By it’s shape Snape could tell it was a large bottle of firewhiskey. Dumbledore smiled at the sight of his Potions Master standing with wand at the ready and nightshirt over his arm. “Happy birthday, Severus. It wasn’t easy getting you here, as you can see. Sorry about the mess in the dungeon. You’ll be my guest tonight, and we’ll sort it all out tomorrow." Snape fingered his bottle of firewhisky. He sighed philosophically. At least it wasn’t another pair of socks. He allowed himself to be engulfed by the crowd. [glow=green,2,300] HAPPY BIRTHDAY PROFESSSOR SEVERUS SNAPE [/glow] [/size][/center]
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Post by waffl3ookiez on Jan 9, 2007 1:21:23 GMT -5
In honor of the day: very special story, defiinitely not canon, but meant to produce a smile. A QUIET NIGHT He strode through the quiet halls muttering quietly to himself, nightshirt over his arm, toothbrush in hand. The dungeon still smelled as though a thousand skunks had raised their tails simultaneously in a symphony of stink, and even the combined efforts of several teachers and the headmaster couldn’t remove the odor completely. With all due respect to the headmaster’s wizardly prowess, Professor Snape swore he could still see a splatter of congealed muck on the wall directly over the lectern. “Blast Longbottom and the train he rode in on! Why can he never follow even the simplest instruction? How can anyone be so abysmally thick as to add a liter of ox musk to a potion that calls for a milliliter? I have a good mind to send Augusta a bill for the years supply of musk her benighted grandson just ruined. I can’t even sleep in my own rooms tonight, I’ll have to sleep on the sofa in the staff room. Oho, he’ll be writing 4 ft of parchment for this one tomorrow, with no help from Miss Granger. I’ll see to that.” Professor Snape strode on purposely for a few moments longer, then.stopped abruptly. “And why hadn’t Miss Know-it-all Granger stepped in to help Neville? Strange. Normally she’d be hovering over him like some sort of anxious guardian angel, but today she was curiously silent. That’s not like her at all. Could she finally have seen the light and set Neville free?” He snorted to himself. “A vampire has a better chance of seeing the light.” He turned the corridor and nodded to the portrait of an ancient wizard wearing Slytherin green. “Good evening, Professor Coilz.” “Good evening, Severus. Sorry to hear about the dungeon.” Snape winced, but continued on his way. Word traveled fast in Hogwarts. Up until Longbottom’s malodorous bumbling, the potions class had been running rather more smoothly than usual. He hoped today had just been an anomaly, but with Longbottom one never really knew what new disaster might be lurking around the corner. "Odd, though, that Potter and Weasley seemed to be looking at me furtively at times today. No point wondering why, the answer most likely will elevate my blood pressure. If they are planning another foray under that invisibility cloak, I’ll get them, or better yet I’ll let Filch get them first.” he mused nastily. He was gratified to have overheard Minerva castigating Longbottom and Granger over the incident earlier in the day. He smirked as he remembered her exact words to them, delivered in her best scathing style. He remembered being on the receiving end of her tongue lashings on more than one occasion as a student, and it always amused him to hear her work herself up to full form on someone else. He smiled appreciatively. It was true; Minerva raised scolding to an art form. “Miss Granger, whatever possessed you to allow Longbottom to take over the project? Were the instructions to you not clear enough? You do understand the difference between a minor inconvenience and an outright catastrophe? “ “I thought it might help Neville’s confidence if I let him do it, Professor McGonagall. I had no idea things would turn out this way.” “No idea? Are you blind, girl? Tomorrow after dinner you will assist in airing out Professor Snape's classroom. Take Longbottom with you; it’ll be good practice.” “But , Professor…,” “No more from you, Miss Granger. As to you, Neville, didn’t you understand the instructions?” “Malfoy coughed when Hermione was explaining them to me; I thought she said to add one liter.” Snape snickered as he recalled Minerva’s long suffering sigh. In his mind's eye he saw her nostrils tighten as they often did when she was reining in her annoyance.Yes, it may be hard herding Crabbe, Goyle and Malfoy in, but Minerva had Longbottom to contend with. He had come at last to the staff room. He had been looking forward to a quiet evening in front of the fireplace with a brandy and some music, having turned down Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore’s invitation to dinner at the Hog’s Head Inn. And here he was, on this of all nights, reduced to sleeping on the lumpy, ancient sofa in the staff room. He sighed bitterly and opened the door to find a darkened and strangely silent room. He reached for his wand and somewhere in the dark, someone coughed. He froze as he carefully readied his wand, all senses on alert. “ Lumos!” “SURPRISE!” In the burst of light and noise that ensued, a bewildered Severus Snape looked about and saw a smiling headmaster, his fellow teachers all grinning broadly, and a large elaborately iced birthday cake with candles. Professor Dumbledore pressed a gaily wrapped package into Professor Snape’s hand. By it’s shape Snape could tell it was a large bottle of firewhiskey. Dumbledore smiled at the sight of his Potions Master standing with wand at the ready and nightshirt over his arm. “Happy birthday, Severus. It wasn’t easy getting you here, as you can see. Sorry about the mess in the dungeon. You’ll be my guest tonight, and we’ll sort it all out tomorrow." Snape fingered his bottle of firewhisky. He sighed philosophically. At least it wasn’t another pair of socks. He allowed himself to be engulfed by the crowd. [glow=green,2,300] HAPPY BIRTHDAY PROFESSSOR SEVERUS SNAPE [/glow] [/size][/center] [/quote] Thank you for an inspiring happy fanfiction, I think I safely say for all of us here, we wish we could have done that just to spend time with him, or at least me, I'm a die-hard Severus Snape fan, and I can say that I just go weak at the knees when I hear his voice. It's his acting, his character, his voice, everything about him, plays the role of Severus Snape so well. Poor misguided, misunderstood Severus, I just want to give him a huge hug like a little kitten or puppy... ;D But I doubt that will happen soon, probably get arrested for assault... HeHeHe!!!!!
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Post by waffl3ookiez on Jan 9, 2007 1:23:14 GMT -5
Severus Snape Severed: Chapter One: A House Or A Home?
Severus Snape had never called this place a home, it was just a house, a home would be filled with loving voices and happy memories, not an incarceration of abuse. The woman (known to be Severus’s mother, Eileen Snape or her maiden name Eileen Prince) asked him, “Severus dear, I’m in the study.” The woman’s voice could be heard again asking, “Could you please check on Lucius upstai…?” But she was cut off and he ran into the study pleading that she was alright. But Severus knew that living in a household with his father; Severus ascertained that she probably wouldn’t be alright, not without medical treatment straight away, and if his father wanted him then his mother would most certainly die.
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Post by sunshinedaydream80 on Jan 9, 2007 13:18:46 GMT -5
olwen: I agree with waffle3ookiez, I love happy stories and waffle3ookiez, I love that word "ascertained" It makes me think of that idiot Willouhby (sp?) and Marianne lol And, the ever patient Colonel.... ;D and thanks for the karma point!
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Post by waffl3ookiez on Jan 9, 2007 20:46:46 GMT -5
olwen: I agree with waffle3ookiez, I love happy stories and waffle3ookiez, I love that word "ascertained" It makes me think of that idiot Willouhby (sp?) and Marianne lol And, the ever patient Colonel.... ;D and thanks for the karma point! Thank you I believe the word "ascertained" is a word Snape would use, this story is about Snape's childhood, that his house was never a home, that there was not many happy memories, almost a play of memories of how Severus got to be such a bitter, and cold-hearted Potion's Professor at Hogwarts. But I'm getting there.
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Post by waffl3ookiez on Jan 15, 2007 4:46:26 GMT -5
But Severus knew that living in a household with his father; Severus ascertained that she probably wouldn’t be alright, not without medical treatment straight away, and if his father wanted him then his mother would most certainly die. The woman’s body was lying in the study doorway, limp, motionless, unresponsive, and a man’s voice sounded, “Such a pity, I did enjoy the talking… Sometimes! Hope you don’t miss your mummy already, Snivelly!” A cold laughter rung in Severus’s ears, as he was hit down to the ground he knew it would happen, and there was nothing to stop it. Only try to get it to be later than the present. “What about Lucius Dracult Malfoy? He might hear us…!” “Then let him hear, let them hear, let the world hear how my cowardly son is a shame, a dishonour to my family, but that I had the guts to do what the dark lord won’t…” The man paused and growled at his son, “If the Dark-Lord didn’t kill you, you should have known that I would!” His breath smelt like old, matured whisky, the man’s speech was slurred and it was clear that the man was drunk. Severus Snape hated it when his father got drunk, and he hated it when his father even acknowledged him. “Father his name is Voldemort, he can’t help you with anything, except landing you in prison… you can’t hurt me more than you already have!” Severus was holding onto the only memories he had, his only happy memories, memories including his mother, and one red-haired Lily Evans declaring her love for him.
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Post by giggin on Jan 16, 2007 23:55:26 GMT -5
Nice work on the fanfiction above... speaking of fanfiction: There is a writing contest that just closed tonight, and we need your votes, whether you are a member or not...please go over to the Quill and Ink Blott and cast your vote to help decide (you do not need to be a member to vote ). Voting ends in one week from tonight, so hurry on over ;D...just click on the link below the picture in my signature, and you are there... ! Thank you for your vote ;D giggin
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Post by waffl3ookiez on Jan 23, 2007 5:26:07 GMT -5
This is on the topic of fanfiction, slightly off topic but, How do you vote for the fanfiction at The Quill & Ink Blott Fanfiction Forum?
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Post by billywiggy on Jan 23, 2007 16:08:46 GMT -5
This is on the topic of fanfiction, slightly off topic but, How do you vote for the fanfiction at The Quill & Ink Blott Fanfiction Forum? I think if you post a message on the poll thread with your vote, the admin. will mark your vote for you - that right, RL?
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Post by R.L. on Jan 23, 2007 18:43:56 GMT -5
Billywiggy, and Waffl3ookiez, I have created a thread for Guest Voting at The Quill & Ink Blott Fan Fiction Forum. I have posted instructions on how to vote in the Poll Vote & Guest Vote thread, and I hope it makes things more easier. We really need votes, because it looks sort of pathetic with only 8 or 9 votes we have, since we do have 25 members... LOL (I think). I have also extended the voting until Jam. 30th for those who wanted to vote but had trouble doing so. Thanks Waffl3ookiez for your interest!
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Post by waffl3ookiez on Jan 26, 2007 5:21:18 GMT -5
No problem Radiantlight, I'm always liking helping people, or judging writing... since I'm a writer myself...
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Post by tweety on Jan 29, 2007 18:19:59 GMT -5
h i just registered and i was wondering if anyone knows of any good snape mpregs or slash
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Post by R.L. on Jan 31, 2007 1:51:43 GMT -5
OK folks, just thought you guys would like to know - our very own dear Ringo, AKA Pingo at The Quill & Ink Blott Fan Fiction Forum, has won the writing contest. CONGRATS Ringo!!! ;D
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Post by billywiggy on Jan 31, 2007 12:35:31 GMT -5
WOO HOO!!! Way to go ringo!!! ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D
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Post by sunshinedaydream80 on Mar 14, 2007 12:09:35 GMT -5
I looked for your story, Ringo, but couldn't find it
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Post by waffl3ookiez on Mar 24, 2007 5:37:27 GMT -5
Neither could I, I saw it before but now I can't find it again. Sorry Ringo, but a karma point coming your way for a great story anyway, then I'll find it again lol
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Post by ringo on Mar 24, 2007 16:47:23 GMT -5
Hey chaps My story is in the Q&B site,try there,it should still be there
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