On the Darkest of Nights
Chapter 15 of 19
morgaine_dulacAfter Snape has been told that Lily’s son has only been kept alive so that he can die at the right moment, he leaves Hogwarts for a little Muggle town where he once spent a happy weekend with his father. Walking down memory lane he finds a shabby little pub, a memory and hope. (Sequel to His First)
ReviewedChapter 15: On the Darkest of Nights
There was darkness all around him. An impenetrable, solid blackness that made Snape fear for a moment that all the light had gone from the world. For surely, he should at least be able to see the moon and the stars in the sky. But he could see nothing, not even the Dog Star, the brightest star in the sky.
He pulled his thick cloak tighter around himself and shivered as he remembered an old tale his mother had told him once, a tale of the land of the fairies. Time ran differently there, and a single night could last for several lifetimes. The light of the moon and the stars never reached the forest ground, and whoever had the misfortune to stumble into that world would get lost forever. They would try to find their way home for a while, but eventually, they would forget who they were and where they had come from. They would forget their loved ones and even the place where they had been born.
Would it be such a bad thing if he had ended up in the land of the fairies, Snape wondered silently. There was little he cared for in the world of men, and every now and then he wished that he could indeed forget all about the life he was leading there. For he was tired. Tired of the war, tired of spying, lying and deceiving, tired of being loathed and mistrusted. If he had ended up in the land of the fairies, he would soon forget who he was. He would forget about Albus Dumbledore and the Dark Lord, Hogwarts and Spinner's End, and Severus Snape and all he had ever been, would cease to exist. Such bliss! But then again, there were some things, some very precious things, that Snape would never want to forget. The feeling of the first rays of the morning sun tickling his skin as he emerged from the shadows of the Forbidden Forest, the smell of bubbling potion, a timid smile that had been carefully hidden away in two emerald green eyes...
Snape blinked, shifting his focus to his surroundings where the vague outlines of the trees were slowly but surely growing more solid and real. He hadn't stumbled into the land of the fairies, of course. The forest around him was tangible, and the reason for him neither seeing moon nor stars was the fact that the heavenly bodies were shrouded in thick grey clouds. It must have been snowing during the day, Snape thought, walking through the fresh dusting of powdery snow. Yet neither his boots nor his cloak left any kind of trace on the ground. For he had been careful and taken measures. There were spells that ensured that no one would know that he had ever been there.
'Severus, the sword! Do not forget that the sword must be taken under conditions of need and valour.'
The grave words of Albus Dumbledore were ringing in Snape's ears as he made his way through the undergrowth. Where should he hide the sword, he wondered. There were no dangerous animals roaming about against which the Potter boy would need to defend himself, and hanging the sword in a tall tree was far too easy. All Potter would have to do was to shout Accio. It wouldn't do. Not at all. What should he do? Conjure up a dragon and a fair maiden whom Potter could rescue?
When he came upon a tiny forest pool, Snape gave a sigh of relief. This was exactly what he needed! The pool was deep enough for Potter having to submerge himself completely in order to reach the sword, and as the water was freezing, it would require a great deal of daring and nerve from the boy to actually do so. Good thing he knew how to swim, Snape thought, and hoped that Potter's lung capacity had improved since the Triwizard Tournament. For this time, he wouldn't have any Gillyweed to help him breathe.
Snape produced the Sword of Gryffindor from under his cloak and levitated it towards the middle of the pool where he dropped it. The sharp blade cut through the ice covering the pool as if it were soft butter, and while the sword sank into the depths of the water, Snape cast a spell that sealed the crack in the ice.
'Lumos,' he muttered afterwards, and as he held his wand aloft, he could make out the outlines of the sword below the ice, a silver cross waiting to be lifted from the depths by the Chosen One. All the boy needed to do was look.
Now to call him...
Snape extinguished the light of his wand. Dumbledore had kindly reminded him that the Potter boy mustn't see him. Not that Snape had needed to be reminded. He knew very well that Potter wished to see him dead. And didn't the boy have every reason for it? For as much as he knew, Snape was a coldblooded murderer. He had killed Albus Dumbledore. Surely, for such a deed, one deserved to die. But the boy knew nothing of Snape's other crimes. If he did, he would not only want to kill Snape himself but also make sure that he suffered. Potter could not even imagine, of course, how much Snape suffered during every moment of his life.
Closing his eyes for a moment, Snape took a deep breath and slowly exhaled through his nose. He mustn't think of those things now, mustn't think of his sins and wrongdoings, of agony and grief. For if he did, he would fall into darkness and his carefully crafted plan would fail. He needed happy thoughts now, a memory so cheerful that it could brighten up even the darkest of nights.
'Expecto Patronum.'
The doe sprung from his wand in a fluid motion, landed soundlessly on her feet and pranced once around the pool, leaving no hoof prints in the fine powdering of snow. And Snape looked at her, mesmerised by her moon-bright beauty.
'I need your help tonight,' he whispered as the doe returned to him. 'I need your light. Harry needs your light in order to find his way. Go find him and bring him here.'
The doe looked up at the dark wizard, a shadow of doubt in her long-lashed eyes.
'The boy will trust you,' Snape assured her and then watched her turn and pick her way into the depths of the forest. Her light vanished, and Snape stepped behind the twin oaks, becoming one with the shadows. He didn't dare leave. He had to see with his own eyes that the boy managed to retrieve the sword, no matter how long it took, no matter how cold he grew while waiting. Yet when the doe returned with the boy in tow, Snape felt his heart sink. He knew that he should be triumphant that his plan had worked and that Harry Potter had followed and trusted the silvery doe. But all he could think about was why the boy had trusted her. He must have felt an instant bond, a familiarity. For the boy's Patronus was a stag, just like his father's had been, and Lily's, the doe, had been the stags soul mate.
Snape stayed put, watching the Potter boy dive into the icy water of the pool. He saw Ron Weasley arrive and dive in as well. But as the two boys emerged from the water with the Sword of Gryffindor, Snape felt much colder than any of them ever would. For he had realised that his Patronus, his light in the dark, belonged much more to Harry Potter than it had ever belonged to him.
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The snow was falling heavily as Snape walked down the empty main street of the quiet Muggle village. It was long past midnight, and his footprints were the only ones in the fresh powdery snow. The lights were still on in one or two of the houses that he passed, but Snape didn't see any of them. For his dark eyes were firmly fixed on one specific light further down the road, a warm, soft glow coming from one of the windows above the village pub. It was a faint light, most probably produced by candles rather than electricity, but in Snape's mind, the light was brighter than the sun. It called for him, beckoned him to come inside, into the warmth where he could take off his wet, heavy cloak and rest. There would be no need for him to be vigilant, no need to watch neither his own back nor somebody else's. He would be able to simply close his eyes and sleep, giving his body and mind the repose that he so desperately needed.
Hope didn't seem surprised to see him as Snape appeared in her living room door. She was sitting in an armchair by the window and most probably, she had seen him walking down the road. That or she had heard him coming up the stairs.
'There's tea,' she said softly, placing her hand on the light blue tea pot that was standing on the table beside her.'It's still hot. Let me get you a cup.'
She rose and walked towards the cabinet in the corner, and Snape stepped inside the room, unaware that there was water dripping from the hem of his cloak onto the carpet.
'You should take that off,' Hope suggested. 'It's soaking wet.'
She put the cup on the table and moved towards Snape, unbuttoned his cloak with nimble fingers and pulled it off his shoulders.
'I'll hang this up to dry,' she said. 'And you sit down and have some tea. It will do you good.'
The cup was green. Heavy stoneware, slightly chipped at the edge. The saucer was blue and didn't fit the cup at all, but Snape didn't care as he poured himself some tea. Its scent was sweet, and he identified elderflower and violets and a slight hint of honey.
Wrapping both his hands around it, Snape brought the cup close to his chest. He doubted that he would drink the tea as he wasn't feeling thirsty, but its scent was comforting and it was providing some warmth. Not that it was enough. For the chill that had entered his body in the forest refused to release its grip around him, and it was only with great effort that Snape managed to keep his limbs from shaking and his teeth from chattering.
'I almost suspected that the tea would be too sweet for you,' Hope commented as she returned. 'Can I get you something else?'
Wordlessly, Snape shook his head. Being served another beverage would mean that he had to let go of his cup. And if he let go, he'd freeze to death.
'Are you going to say anything tonight?' Hope enquired.
She sat down on her chair opposite Snape, but leaped up again almost immediately.
'Your lips are blue!' she exclaimed.
She grabbed the shawl that had been hanging over the armrest of her chair and wrapped it around Snape's shoulders.
'Goodness, you're freezing cold.'
She took the cup from his hands and started rubbing his arms and back, and Snape stared blankly up at her, feeling his heart hammering in his chest. He was shaking now, from cold or exhaustion, he did not know.
'What have you done to yourself?'
There was a note of anxiety in Hope's voice, but as much as Snape wanted to tell her that he'd be alright, that he needed nothing more than a warm bed and a good night's sleep, he was unable to find the words. Instead he reached out for her, wrapped his arms around her hips and pulled her towards him, resting his head against her chest, and Hope in turn held him close, moving her little hands up and down his back to warm him.
'It's alright,' she breathed, her lips brushing his brow ever so softly. 'I'll take care of you, I promise.'
'I am sorry,' Snape whispered, tightening his grip around her. She was so warm, so soft. If it were up to him, he would never let go off her.
'What are you sorry for this time?' Hope wondered, sounding slightly bewildered.
Snape took a deep breath, inhaling her scent.
'You must think that I only come here on those nights when my world is falling to pieces,' he replied slowly.
There was a moment of silence, and Snape bit his lip. Why had he opened his mouth? Why could he not just keep his peace? Did he really have to make it so plain that he was using her yet again? But as he loosened his embrace, ready to stand and leave, Hope didn't step away from him. Instead she looked down at him, the look in her eyes softer than her touch when she brushed his cheek with her fingers.
'That thought has never occurred to me,' she said honestly. 'And even if it had, it wouldn't matter. I am glad that you come here. I am honoured to be given your trust. And if I can't handle your darkest moments, then what right do I have to share your brightest ones?'
Her fingers didn't linger on his cheek for much more than the duration of a heartbeat, but when she withdrew her hand, Snape promised himself to remember her touch for as long as he lived. Her touch and the look in her emerald green eyes.
'You need to rest,' she now pointed out. 'I didn't dare hope that you'd be coming, so there is no heat on in your room. You will have to settle for mine.'
'No,' Snape replied, shaking his head. 'You shouldn't be giving up your bed for me.'
'I don't mind,' Hope replied. 'I really don't.'
She provided him with a pair of dove grey pyjamas, and once he had crept under the covers, she sat down beside him on the edge of the bed. The room was dark, but the little candle on the nightstand provided just enough light for Snape to see her eyes and how fiercely she was blinking in order to keep them from falling shut.
'You are just as tired as I am,' he noted. 'There is no need for you to stay awake and watch over me. Besides, your bed is wide enough for the both of us. Please, lay down.'
Hope opened her mouth as if to speak, but instead she shook her head and averted her gaze.
'What is it?' Snape asked, fearing that he had been too bold.
'Nothing,' Hope claimed. 'It's just... I, um, ... It's been a while since I shared a bed with someone.'
Had the room been brighter, Snape would have seen a blush creep over Hope's pale cheeks. But it was too dark for him to see it, and luckily, she didn't see his cheeks turn slightly pink either. For whilst it had been a while for her, Severus Snape had never known the pleasure of sharing his bed with anyone, not even for a single night.
'You gave me two blankets,' he tried to persuade her, already pulling one of the covers from his body and holding it up towards her. 'I promise to stay under mine. I won't touch you.'
Hope gave a short laugh.
'That's the last thing I'm afraid of.'
'Then lie down,' Snape insisted. 'Sleep.'
Even with more than three inches of air between them, Snape could tell that Hope was lying beside him as stiff as a board, and the unnatural rhythm of her breathing made him think that she was trying to breathe without making any sound. She didn't want him to hear her.
'How long has it been then?' he asked, quietly enough for Hope to be able to pretend that she hadn't heard him. And for a couple of moments, he thought that she had chosen to do just that, for she had all but stopped breathing and lay so still that Snape almost started to wonder if she had disappeared. He was therefore quite surprised when she answered him with a low yet steady voice.
'Charles,' she said. 'The last time I shared a bed with someone was when I stayed with Charles in his great-aunt's cottage.'
Half a lifetime ago, Snape thought sadly, his heart aching for the woman beside him. He knew how long and cold a night could seem when one yearned for a tender embrace, for the warmth of another body. He had never experienced it himself, yet he longed to fall asleep in someone else's arms far more often than he cared to admit. He could not even imagine how much Hope must miss the feeling of having someone close by at night.
'Has there been no one else since?' he asked.
'Not once,' Hope replied quietly. 'I never wanted to explain to anyone why I am afraid of the dark.'
'Are you still afraid?' Snape asked.
'No. Tonight I am not.'
He felt her shift her weight and heard her blow out the candle on the night stand, and as she lay back down, she seemed more comfortable. Her breathing relaxed, and within minutes, she was fast asleep.
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64 Reviews | 7.31/10 Average
What a lovely final twist. The way you maintained canon was perfect. The fact that you still manage to give us a happy ending was absolutely brilliant. You're a very talented Author and I wish you the very best on your original works. The story earns a 10+
Response from morgaine_dulac (Author of There Will Always Be Hope)
I just could not kill him off again. Just. Could. Not. (I'm getting soft, haha.) The Muse is lurking around with a part three to Severus and Hope's story, but we will have to work out some details before I even consider sitting down to write it. Thank you VERY MUCH for reading! I''m thrilled that you ejoy my stories. :)
That was truly heartbreaking. How devastating it must've been for Severus to learn about the elder wand and the dark Lord's need to master it. Reading this discovery as well as his journey leading up to and including his death of the shrieking shack was absolutely heart wrenching.
Response from morgaine_dulac (Author of There Will Always Be Hope)
*hands over hankie*
As I have cried often and long when reading your stories I waited until this one was finished before I read it. The wait has been worth, it is simply a heartbreaking tale, thank you!
Response from morgaine_dulac (Author of There Will Always Be Hope)
I need to stop making people cry. :P The ending of this story was nothing like I had imagined it in the beginning. Actually, both Hope and Severus stopped following the original plot around chapter three. As an author, I sat back and let them play. It is THEIR story, afterall, not mine. I think they did well. Thank you very much for reading and leaving a review. Both are very much appreciated!
When I first began reading this epilogue I wasn't completely clear about where all these students were and why they were there, but then it dawned on me that it was a group from Hogwarts and that they had to be at Hope's pub. But where was Severus? Had she managed to save him or not?
I really like the way the charmed key had brought Severus back to the pub. It was a brilliant bit of magic by a witch who hadn't routinely plied her craft for decades. But the Apparition to St. Mungo's with Severus was even more impressive! I don't know if "doing magic was indeed like riding a broom" or if it was an indication of just how powerful a witch Hope really is, but save him she did, and she erased the memory from the healer who had so skillfully applied the Phoenix tears, the bezoar, and the potions he had found in Severus' robes. Hope is damned good at memory charms, isn't she? She's very clever that way– no one is mortally damaged, and yet her purpose is accomplished.
When she went for her walk down to the lake, I was champing at the bit. Surely Severus would be there... YES!!! When a voice said, ‘Swans mate for life. Did you know that?’ I finally breathed a sigh of relief. I didn't realize I'd been holding my breath. I have come to associate Hope and Severus with the mated swans so much, and it was especially sweet to see that the lovely birds had their place in this epilogue, too. I sometimes think of Severus as a black swan, so when she looked toward the willow and saw him– "Black clothes, black eyes and black hair streaked with strands of silver"– it seemed perfect to me.
I love knowing that Hope and Severus are together. I love that they can tame each other's demons and wraiths with a gentle touch. And I love that both know that There Will Always Be Hope.
Thank you for sharing your wonderful gift for story telling with us. I have completely enjoyed this journey together, and "hope" to see more of these two sometime in the future. Likewise, I'm thrilled to know your first novel will soon be out and that you're working on a second one. Go, You!!! Of course I'm interested in finding out more about them, so be on the lookout for a PM from yours truly.
*sending loads of hugs and bouquets*Beth
Response from morgaine_dulac (Author of There Will Always Be Hope)
Dear Beth, First, I'd like to offer my sincerest apologies for taking so long to reply. The last couple of weeks have been filled with editing and re-writing and sitting at the computer almost felt like a punihsment. I am ever so thankful to be able to count you among my most loyal readers. Your reviews and your willingness to share your thoughts with me have been ever so appreciated. I am quite sure that I will never be able to leave the Harry Potter fandom completely. Also, writing for me is like breathing, and sometimes writing in someone else's universe is easier than creating one of your own, so I am pretty sure I will return to fanfic sooner or later. When I do, Hope and Severus will be high up on my priority list. Their story certaintly isn't finished yet.Once more: many, many thanks for being there through the years! Hope to see you again!
When you told me there would only be two chapters left, I expected something like this, of course. But you write it so emotionally, eloquently and elegantly that it didn't matter the least. I absolutely adore your empathy with your heroes and how you keep the plot focussed on them and yet tell a whole story also on side characters. Even the village came to life before my inner eye.Would love to bestow a dozen or three more stars on your story!Thank you so much for sharing your talent with us and all the best for a career as a pro!
Response from morgaine_dulac (Author of There Will Always Be Hope)
Dear
Response from morgaine_dulac (Author of There Will Always Be Hope)
, Thank you for making it through yet another story with me. Your continued support means the world to me!Hopefully I'll will be able to visit Severus and Hope one day and hope you'll come along. Maybe Hope will make her famous Shepard Pie for us?
Wonderful story! Thank you. I hope your imminent novel is successful
Response from morgaine_dulac (Author of There Will Always Be Hope)
Thank YOU for reading, for leaving a lovely review and for your best wishes.
Severus' conversation with Dumbledore' portrait and his return to his private study afterwords was heartbreaking. I cannot begin to imagine the soul-withering emptiness that must have claimed him as he sat before his cold hearth and watched the small candle flame in the wooden frame.
Reading his thoughts during his brief meeting with Lucius and Narcissa put tears in my eyes. And when he was finally able to cast his Patronus to guide them to Draco, I latched onto that beautiful Swan with all my mental might. I hope that the symbolism of the Swan, that they mate for life, would mean that Severus might somehow get lucky and find his way back to Hope. But then he was in the Shrieking Shack, and Nagini's attack was swift and vicious.
I hope it was a fortunate happenstance that led him to use his right hand to try to staunch the bleeding so that he found the key in his left pocket. "A spasm went through his body, made him convulse and involuntarily close his hands to fists, and in his left pocket, his fingers closed around a little piece of metal."
Oh, dear god, please let those emerald eyes he saw at the end have been Hope's eyes. Please let the key she had charmed have brought her to him. Please let her save his life. Please, even as Severus falls into nothingness, please let him awake to find himself alive and his love there with him.Beth
Response from morgaine_dulac (Author of There Will Always Be Hope)
*hands over hankie and big girl panties and sends Beth to read the epilogue* Come on girl, be brave. You can do it!
When I'd finished reading this chapter I thought back to what Severus had noticed about the preparations Hope had made for the New Year's Eve feast. The simple fact that she couldn't make herself sit down, and the fact that "She had cleaned the tables so thoroughly that the wood shone with polish and had decorated them with white roses and tiny silver stars," spoke volumes about how tense she was. By the end of the chapter it was very clear that she was dreading the moment when Severus would have to leave, worried about him because of the things he'd told her about the light fading, and afraid she would never see him again.
I'm very happy that she used her magic to charm the key to the pub that he always carried with him. I hope she turned it into a Portkey that it will bring him back to her if he should be injured or unable to Apparate on his own.
George tickled me when he started giving Severus the third degree: ‘When are you going to take our darling Hope out for a date?’ Yes, I imagine many of the village folk have noticed a change in our Hope– she smiles when her friend is around.
I totally understood that Severus not staying another night was the right decision, but it broke my heart when he Disapparated. I had read this chapter the day it posted, but I just had to live with it a while to let my feelings sort themselves out. As always you have so entangled my emotions with those of Hope and Severus that at this moment my heart is trying to beat its way out of my chest.
When I came back to this chapter to reread it, I saw that the final chapter and the epilogue had already posted. So I'm going to put my big girl panties on and go find out what happened. Whatever it is, I know I'll love it because the way you write your stories it all makes sense. ~Lots of hugs~Beth
Response from morgaine_dulac (Author of There Will Always Be Hope)
Oh, this was a tough chapter to write. I really wanted Severus to stay. I really wanted him and Hope to have a sweet night togethe. But nope, no sir, no way Jose. The Muse wouldn't have it. She really kills me at times!
It's good that they have at least addressed their feelings. And I hope her charmed key will somehow be essential in his survival.
Response from morgaine_dulac (Author of There Will Always Be Hope)
*sits back and waits for you to read the two last chapters* :-)
Oh, she's reconnecting with magic and shows an interest in the wizarding world! I guess it will be a while until we know what spell she used on the key. So good for Severus to know there's a place he's welcome to visit any time, even if he cannot risk it. Once again a great chapter!
Response from morgaine_dulac (Author of There Will Always Be Hope)
*sits back and waits for you to read the two last chapters* :-)
My gracious, so much has happened in such a short time. Edmunds' death came as a complete shock! I felt so sad for Hope and for Severus. It seems that how ever long it's been, things will happen that remind each of them of the sorrow, loss, and sadness they've known... separately and together.
Thank goodness they both had gotten a goodnight's sleep the night before because the day would be a difficult one to navigate. Laying Edmunds to rest seemed to open the lid on all those closely held memories for both of them, and I'm amazed that Hope was able to stay strong for all the friends who had come back to the pub to have a drink in his honor. These loving neighbors were people that Edmunds cherished and looked after just as he had looked after Hope.
I completely understand why Hope would want to be alone for a while to gather her thoughts. And even though she had asked Severus to be there when she returned, I became just as worried as Severus when she hadn't come back by ten. When he saw the crack in the ice on the lake my heart jumped to my throat. Whew! I'm very happy she was just standing on the shore looking out over the water.
I wondered what she was thinking when she asked him about what was happening in the Wizarding world, and it made me breathe a sigh of relief that she said she needed to know 'whether or not there is a chance that you will come back to me once you’ve left. I need to know if there is hope.’
‘There will always be hope,’ he said quietly, and for the duration of a heartbeat, he managed to believe it himself.
I think sharing Hope's bed that night lead to a wonderfully redemptive moment that I'm sure scared the pants off Severus when it began... 'How do you know? What did you lose?' By choosing to answer her question, I believe Severus finally allowed a deep festering wound to finally open so it could then heal. Even though it was painful, I think being able to talk about Lily to someone who obviously cares about him and to be able to shed the tears and say 'I loved her more than life itself' was immensely healing. The most beautiful thing about this scene was Hope's response: ‘I know,’ Hope whispered, bringing his hand to her chest and cradling it like a little child. ‘I know you’ve loved. And I pray that you haven’t forgotten how to.’
Thank you for such a lovely, sad, tear-filled, heart rending, and loving chapter!!!
Beth
Response from morgaine_dulac (Author of There Will Always Be Hope)
Dear Beth, Imagine my surprise when the Muse looked at me with her head tilted to the side and an ever so innocent smile on her face, saying: "We're gonna kill someone today." My Muse is bat-shit crazy, I tell you. Needless to say, the crack in the ice made me wet my pants a little as well. :P They have a lot to work through, Severus and Hope, and none of it will be easy. But they'll manage... I hope. To more chapters and the epilogue to go. All written and beta'd. Should all be posted soon. Thank you, as always, for reading and your lovely words. Have a great weekend.
Response from braye27 (Reviewer)
Imagine my surprise when the Muse looked at me with her head tilted to the side and an ever so innocent smile on her face, saying: "We're gonna kill someone today."While she may be bat-shit crazy, she clearly takes her job seriously. The proof is in the pudding, m'dear! I'm excited to know the story is complete, but I'm beginning to suffer from separation anxiety myself. I can't find the words to tell you how much I look forward to each new chapter!!! ~hugs you lots~Beth
Response from morgaine_dulac (Author of There Will Always Be Hope)
I know all about separation anxiety. Spent the whole day yesterday feeling "hung over". The day after finishing a story is always totally weird.
This is a beautiful chapter. I suspect the next time Severus casts his patronus, it will have changed--released to Harry, on some level. And the spoken and unspoken in their discussion about sharing a bed was beautifully done. Except the imperative of the verb lie is "lie down." The past tense is "lay," as you correctly have it in your last sentence ("he lies down," "he lay quietly," and "he has lain still for hours.") The verb is intransitive. "Lay down" is the transitive verb and expects a direct object: "I lay the book down on the table at this moment," "I laid it there yesterday," and "I have laid it there every evening for weeks." The difference is the same as that between sit (intransitive) and set (transitive). Sorry to be pedantic, but from your writing you obviously care about such things, and a slip in this lovely story is unusual and distracting.
Response from morgaine_dulac (Author of There Will Always Be Hope)
Thank you for finding and pointing out my typo. Lie and lay confuse me. Alway have, always will. Which annoys me because if I think about it, it's actually pretty easy to understand. So again, thank you for being "pedantic". And thank you for reading, of course.
I am so damned glad that Severus has never found himself in the land of the of the fairies. I couldn't have borne it. And as painful as it was for him to send his Patronus to call Harry, I'm so glad he was able to call forth his Doe to guide the young wizard to the Sword of Gryffindor. He's going to need it...But the thing in this chapter that totally blew my socks off was the exchange between Severus and Hope. Thank goodness he was able to return to the village because I don't know what would have happened to him if he hadn't. The minute I read the last part of this chapter I realized how much it reminded me of Chapter Nine in His First!!! Except his and Hope's roles were reversed... he was the one whose lips had turned blue, he was the one who was shaking uncontrollably, and he was the one who was afraid that he would freeze to death. When I read this part I was so glad I had read the first story. It is a great feeling when an author ties part of a sequel to something so vitally important as this in the original story. Although there was no love making here in Hope's bedroom, I can't help wondering what the morning will bring. I have no idea what these two will tell you write in the coming chapters, but I guarantee I'll be here waiting with bated breath.Brava! Well done! Here is a lovely bouquet to show you my appreciation for all your hard work, my friend. Ten stars, not even twenty stars would be enough.Beth
Response from morgaine_dulac (Author of There Will Always Be Hope)
Allow me to give a lovely bouquet to you too. Or how about some nice chocolate? You are spoiling me, dearest Beth. With flowers, your wonderful reviews and rec'ing my stories. Thank you SO MUCH!! Bit speechless right now, really. Chapter 16 should be up withing the next few days, and I just sent chapter 18 off to my beta. Now there is only the epilogue left to write. Need to buy chocolate tomorrow. And tissues. Seperation anxiety, here I come. Smooches!
As much of an interferer as Dumbledore can be, I was delighted that he interfered on Hallowe'en night so that Severus, his colleagues, and the students and ghosts can enjoy the evening without fear of the Carrows wreaking havoc far and wide. I don't know that the Carrows deserved to get a good night's sleep, but everyone else in the castle deserves that they have one... but that's not exactly how the evening turned out for Severus.
I went back to "His First" and reread Chapter 9 (The First He Cried With) so I could refresh my memory about what happened that night, and I have to applaud your gift for so seamlessly merging the two in this chapter of "There Will Always Be Hope." Take a well-deserved bow, m'dear.
When Severus and Hope were talking in the pub everything about her spoke volumes about her frame of mind, but I had no idea of what was about to happen– until she told him to speak to Dumbledore and tell him that she had sent him and that he needed to use the Pensieve, and then I knew what was going to happen.
I'm very sorry that Severus couldn't watch the entire memory, but I damned well understand why he didn't. But if he had, he would have seen something of monumental importance: '... Nadezhda understood. She knew you would blame yourself for what had happened. She knew that you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself. So she did the only thing she could think of at that moment. She used a Memory Charm on you.’
My heart is breaking for both of them. In the review I left for Chapter 9 in "His First," I said "...it is the passion we feel that gets us through the impossible times. Their passion didn't have to follow this particular path, but in the aftermath, in thinking about what has happened in these last few chapters, it just seems like the right path."
And it still seems like the right path to me. I don't want either of them to needlessly suffer, but I hope that Severus will go back to the village. Tonight. And I hope the fact that Dumbledore smiled after him when he turned and left will mean that he won't go off half-cocked. I hope he remembers what Albus said about Nadezhda understanding and that he will remember that Hope had told him that she was sorry: ‘I am sorry, Severus. Unspeakably sorry. And I’ll understand if you decide to never come back here. But please know that I never meant to hurt you.’ I hope this means that Severus will remember that the underlying meaning of this last thing Hope said to him, at the pub, on this night, is that she will understand if he doesn't come back, but that she hopes with all her heart that he will.
And I'm wondering when Severus will remember that Hope gave birth to a son.
This is one of the best chapters I've ever read. You've answered some questions and posed more. Now that we've reached this point, I'm already trying to guess how the rest of the story will read. What will happen? Will they both survive? Is their son still alive? If so, where is he?
A Thousand Point to your House! Perhaps I should just say "to Our House" since both of us are Slytherins. Thank you for this story! Thank you for hanging in there when I know there might been times when you could have thrown up your hands and walked away... and that would break my heart... so thank you from the bottom of my heart for this amazing gift.
Hugs, Beth
Response from morgaine_dulac (Author of There Will Always Be Hope)
Dear Beth, sorry you had to wait so long for a response. For being off work, I have been ridicullously busy this week. But hey, I wrote the next chapter which will be posted in a few days, so I'm forgiven, right? ;-) Hm, Dumbledore... You've read a few stories of mine, and you know that I don't like the old man. But he is a good plot device. And he does have his students' best at heart. His means, however... Anyway, while you're on the edge of your seat waiting for the next chapter, I promise you that Severus WILL go back to the pub. I can also tell you that the Muse has decided to NOT follow the original plans for this story and that I am considering to take away some of the warnings I posted in chapter one. Curious yet? Hopeful? ;-) "See" you in a couple of days. /M
Response from braye27 (Reviewer)
*fist pump* I am totally curious and filled with hope!!! *big grin*
omg, I didn't expect her to let him know... and just now! Poor Severus!I wonder if she has used the wand by now.Loved also the fine notions like trading chocolate frog cards and feasts. It is a relief that Severus can remember simple habits like these!
Response from morgaine_dulac (Author of There Will Always Be Hope)
There is no gentle way to roll in a hand grenade, and Snape needed to be told at some point. I figured Haloween was as bad a night as any other. Buckle up for the next chapter. Thanks for reading and leaving a review!
I love the way you described life in the village in the opening paragraph. The townspeople "had no idea, of course, why the fog made them miserable, why it made them feel as if every ounce of happiness had been sucked from their hearts." But Severus and Hope "knew that the fog was the result of Dementors breeding and that the risk of the world plunging into eternal darkness was more imminent than any Muggle could imagine."Hope and Severus have so much in common. Both were treated horribly by their fathers, both of them had had to lie and pretend to be someone else under circumstances that no child should have to endure. It gives me a feeling of comfort knowing that each of them carries with them something that belongs to the other. In his pocket Severus keeps the key Hope pressed into his hand so many months ago. And Hope now has the larch wand that had belonged to Eileen Snape. I like knowing that the key can symbolize "safe haven," and that larch bestows courage and confidence to its owner. In folklore the wearing and burning of larch was said to protect against enchantment and evil spirits. I have a feeling that before everything is said and done both of them will have need of a safe haven and protection against evil. I think Severus' discovery that when Hope lights her comforting candle he can see her and watch over her was one of the most important things to happen in this chapter– other than Hope agreeing to accept the wand.Thank you for another wonderful chapter.*hugs you*Beth
Response from morgaine_dulac (Author of There Will Always Be Hope)
Dear Beth, I am - as so often before - impressed and honoured by the way you write your reviews. So detalied, so deep. And I love that you understood the larch reference! Well done! 10 points to your house! As you can imagine, there are hard times ahead for Severus and Hope, and they will need each other more than they can imagine. I'm hoping to have a new chapter for you soon. It's my last workday today, so I should have time to write. Yay! Take care and see you soon!
I am so glad Snape was able to change her self image and encouraged her to take back her strenght.
Response from morgaine_dulac (Author of There Will Always Be Hope)
And strength they will need, both of them! Thank you very much for reading and reviewing. Just sent chapter 12 off to my beta.
‘If I left you a wand,’ he started, deeming that there was no point in waiting any longer. ‘Would you use it to protect yourself?’When Severus offered her a wand, Hope reacted just like I thought she would. But what truly surprised me was the gentle argument, the purest illustration that he employed to break through Hope's fears. May I just say that was one of the most gifted bits of writing I've ever read. You done GOOD, my friend!Thank you for this beautiful chapter. I feel much better about Hope's future in these coming weeks and months. If push comes to shove, I do think she will fight like a tiger. Beth
Response from morgaine_dulac (Author of There Will Always Be Hope)
Dear, dear Beth, your words make me blush and smile and believe that there is hope for my writing. Smooches to you! Just sent chapter 12 to my beta, so it should be up soon. Hope you'll enjoy it.
omg, there's a horrid year ahead of them. Your Snape is almost nice, and you've created such a uniqe and loveable own character. Now pulling them through this hell is sheer terror for us as well! Nevertheless, keep going with this excellent story!
Response from morgaine_dulac (Author of There Will Always Be Hope)
*giggles at "Snape is almost nice"* He's about to get a whole lot nicer! Well, not ooey-gooey-nice, but Snape-nice. Bit, scary, I know, almost as scary as the year that lies ahead! Thank you for reading and reviewing. I hope you won't have to wait too long for the next chapter.
I was afraid this would be what happened when Severus was Summoned. The nightmare has truly resumed, and all I can think about is what's to come:•How can Severus protect Hope and Edmunds while still playing his role as a spy for the Light? •How will they keep Edmunds from finding out that Hope is a witch and that Elisabeth was a Squib?•Will Hope be able to master her fear and depression to be able to aid Severus in his efforts to defeat the Dark?•What will Severus do if and when he finds out that he fathered Hope's child?•What about their son? Is there any chance that he is still alive?There is so much roiling beneath the surface, and I'm looking forward to seeing where you take this story!Beth
Response from morgaine_dulac (Author of There Will Always Be Hope)
Your review looks almost like my check-list for the next couple of chapters. Great minds think alike, they say. :-) I've answered two questions with no, have ignored one and put a maybe on the others. Haha! Oh, I do wish that my muse would follow the original plot line just once!
I was afraid this would be what happened when Severus was Summoned. The nightmare has truly resumed, and all I can think about is what's to come:•How can Severus protect Hope and Edmunds while still playing his role as a spy for the Light? •How will they keep Edmunds from finding out that Hope is a witch and that Elisabeth was a Squib?•Will Hope be able to master her fear and depression to be able to aid Severus in his efforts to defeat the Dark?•What will Severus do if and when he finds out that he fathered Hope's child?•What about their son? Is there any chance that he is still alive?There is so much roiling beneath the surface, and I'm looking forward to seeing where you take this story!Beth
Response from braye27 (Reviewer)
Arrrggghhh! Please ignore this... I posted it to the wrong chapter.Beth
Response from morgaine_dulac (Author of There Will Always Be Hope)
And here I was, thinking that the story had become immensely popular. ;-)
I was so glad that Severus had been able to spend time in the Muggle village with Hope and Edmunds. Being able to feel rested, relaxed and utterly at peace would be a true blessing, one he probably hadn't known in any number of years, if ever. I also believe (with all my heart) that having Severus there was a blessing for Hope, too. Both of them have led such hectic and unpredictable lives that any peace and serenity would be gratefully received as the precious gift it was.When Severus felt himself being Summoned by the Dark Lord, my heart sank. Why couldn't he and Hope and Edmunds have had a little more time to enjoy each other's company. But one thing that stood out clearly was that Hope had felt his summons, too. That tickled some of my memory cells and I just had to go back to His First to recall that Voldemort had given Hope a silver bracelet on her seventeenth birthday... and this bracelet had turned into a silver snake with emerald eyes and had buried its fangs into the flesh at her wrist. It functioned the way Severus' Dark Mark did and she felt the summonds the same time he did. Thank goodness Severus didn't have any dangerous tasks being asked of him by th Dark Lord, and both Lucius and Narcissa should be grateful that he friend was there to help them. Bella is a right nasty piece of work. I hope she ultimately gets her just desserts.Will Severus go back to the village before going back to Hogwarts? I hope so because it would be nice if he and Hope could have a few minutes to be assured that the other hasn't come to any harm. I can't wait to see what happens next!Beth
Response from morgaine_dulac (Author of There Will Always Be Hope)
I do believe that Hope and Snape are good for each other and that they are able to see things in each other that other people can't see. And I promise that I will give them some more time together. It will not be as carefree as before, but... Well, you'll see. Chapter 10 is posted. :-)
Oh, you're giving Narcissa a bit of spine here, although unwisely displayed. I'm very curious how you lead us through the seventh book!!
Response from morgaine_dulac (Author of There Will Always Be Hope)
I'm quite curious about that, too. The muse hasn't been sticking to the original plot for quite a while. ;-)
I haven't been reading for quite a while and caught up a few chapters right now. This was a most touching and well-written chapter. You've given also the side characters a true story and their own backgrounds in so few words. Amazingly well done.Now I'll read on, although, considering, I should leave the story for a night to give Snape more rest.
Response from morgaine_dulac (Author of There Will Always Be Hope)
Welcome back to reading,
Response from morgaine_dulac (Author of There Will Always Be Hope)
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