Hey guys, so here we go, a new story. After a long time of being out of I'm back. Went to Canada but came home (homesick). This story was inspired by theme tune to A Beautiful Mind. I joined a choir and the pianist John let me sit and listen to everyone else sing before I joined. How Snape feels is what I felt when I listened to them. So I joined and now I sing solo soprano. :) So I know my music and how to appreciate it. The song that is sung in this is one of the most beautiful, inspirational songs in the world. If you haven't heard it then you have not heard perfection.
NOTE I have had to take the lyrics away and have not had time ti check the new passage for type errors. Exucse them if you find any, it's where the lyrics should be.
A cold chill wrapped itself around the legs of Professor Severus Snape's legs as he stalked the long, dark corridors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It crept up his trouser leg, dancing and tickling around the upright hairs before being brought to a halt by the black shirt tucked into the very same material that gave it access. He shuddered slightly in the darkness, knowing that no-one was there to see him do so. He took a quick look around the empty corridor, a few remote candles bringing minimal light and casting fiery shadows on the opposite walls that danced wickedly over the dark stone. He saw nothing but empty shadows. He glanced at them and found himself thinking of those shadows that had given him solace as a child, that had hidden him from the world's evil, and the same shadows that had hidden his own evil doings as a young man…
He put the thoughts to the back of his mind, wishing to erase them from his memory. He looked away from the shadows and concluded that there was no one there. He carried on walking, his black cloak billowing like smoke behind him, rippling in the light breeze as he stepped outside. He inhaled deeply the scent of spring's breeze, cool but refreshing, and felt calmed and safe. He looked around the vast grounds of Hogwarts, the grass looked almost silver as the moonlight sparkled on the dew hanging delicately on each blade, the water in the lake, so still that it reflected the stars like a mirror. He looked up, secretly admiring the stars, shimmering diamonds scattered on black silk. This was Severus's favourite time of year, cold but beautiful and delicate. He walked over to the lake and looked into the water, seeing nothing but his own face. He looked harder, but still the water threw his face back at him. He frowned and swept the water with his hand, causing uproar as the water rose into a fit of rage, rippling angrily at him. He smirked and turned to carry on walking. He would often walk the grounds in the early hours of the morning, knowing that there would be no-one around to disturb him from his thoughts, knowing that the dim lights of the stars would chase away the shadows that haunted him in his sleep, this twilight time of natural beauty would soothe and calm his tormented mind.
He carried on walking, allowing the darkness of the night and the light of the moon take his troubles for a short while, yet still a frown creased his brow as he thought of his dreams again, something that even the night could not release him from. He walked, not noticing where he was going, but still acutely aware of his surroundings. He stopped suddenly and stood still, barely breathing.
Gentle, barely audible.
Coming from above him.
His mind went into autopilot as his mind raced to contemplate all the possibilities that could be making this noise. He followed it silently, he could barely hear it, he could hear certain pitches of it that travelled through the darkness. He walked closer before identifying the sound.
Someone was singing. A woman. The sounds that were travelling were the higher notes.
Now to find out who.
He carried on walking to find the source the song. He couldn't make out the words, he could barely hear the tune, but from what he could hear it was sung very nicely. He stood and listened. It was coming from near the Astronomy Tower. Maybe from inside it. That may be why it was above him. He quickened his pace and was soon enough beneath the tower. Just how he had thought. A silhouette sat of the window ledge, head leaning against the stone, singing. He realised that it must be a student and began thinking of punishments, but the voice broke him from his thoughts and forced him to listen to it.
Serverus was entranced. The song was so beautiful, the voice slipped through the air, floating gently, it passed into his ear as clear as glass, perfectly still, no waves, no faults or pauses, the notes hit overtime. The words, perfectly sounded, every syllable sounded, there was no mistake of them. It was perfectly mesmerising and utterly captivating. Serverus merely stood there in the sea of nothingness but this song, letting it wash over him, soothing him. Suddenly there were no thoughts in his head, no troubles or worries. There was no night or darkness, no memories, nothing haunted him. There was just him and this voice, this music, this beautiful voice. It was just him and this… angel.
It was getting higher, but still just as perfect, hitting every note, even the higher ones.
The final high note made his very soul shudder. It reached his very being and stirred within him. He closed his eyes without knowing it and let himself be moved by this… thing…this…. Angel.
The song stopped. He opened his eyes suddenly, realising that they were closed. He looked up suddenly and saw the figure looking down. Then suddenly she was gone, having jumped down from the ledge.
"Wait!" He called involuntarily. He began into a sprint, running back into the castle, through the corridors, up the stairs, running, he didn't stop until he came to the door of the room where the angel had been sat. He ripped the door open, hoping that she was there, ready to beg her to carry on singing for him…
But the room was empty.
His face dropped. There was a feeling in the pit of his stomach of loss. He scanned the room. She had fled once she had seen him. He left the room, leaving the door open, inviting her to return to him. He waited outside for a few moments, but she did not return.
He returned to his quarters still at peace and one with himself. He had no need to change his clothes or get his normal glass of firewhiskey when he normally returned from his nightly walks because as soon as he put his head on his black satin pillow, he was asleep. Sweet, uninterrupted sleep. No dreams haunted him. There was nothing but that voice singing in his mind. It was the first time in 15 years that he slept for the rest of the night until the morning without waking up with a cold sweat on his brow or shaking. He must find that voice. He must have her. Nothing else had calmed him the way that she had. He simply had to find that voice…
Hermione closed the door to the Gryfindor Girl's dorm as quietly as she could. She was out of breath and beginning to sweat as a result from her run from the tower. Professor Snape had almost caught her. He was looking up right at her. He must have known it was her. How long was he there for? She slipped back into bed, taking her cloak off as she did and letting it gently slump to the floor. She had double Potions tomorrow. He was going to get her about it then. Hermione eventually fell into a light sleep as she worried about what her professor would do to her for being out of bed so late, and what horrible comments he was going to say about her voice.
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