Pure Time - chapter 1Severus Tobias Snape walked down the corridor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, just like he had done every Friday at 7 pm for the last two years. Tom Riddle had been defeated. He would be dead if not for one Hermione Granger. Somehow she had gotten a Bozaar and a vile of Phoenix tears to him before the Snake venom could take him. For the first six months after the battle Snape could barely care himself, much less teach his classes. Hermione stepped in once again and taught the 1st through 5th years for him. She still managed to receive perfect scores on every NEWT exam. When she graduated, Snape had no problem taking her on as an apprentice. She had more than proved herself to him. She is now on her last few months of her apprenticeship, and Snape was going to miss her when he retired at the end of the year. After 22 years of teaching potions he was tired and finished. He had only stayed on the last two years so that they can find a more suitable replacement th
Lament to Tom"A Lament For Tom "
Your mother died when you were born.
She was alone.
You grew up at that bloody orphanage.
They tormented you.
Dumbledore told you you're a wizard.
Somehow you knew.
You arrived at Hogwarts on the train.
Things soon changed.
That singing hat placed you with the Slytherins.
Your new family,
You learned of a secret chamber in the school.
You found it.
You found you could open the chamber.
Myrtle was killed.
You placed your memory in the magical diary.
It'll open again.
You found a way to mortality called a horcrux
You needed seven
You graduated from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Real life began.
You found your bastard of a muggle father.
You killed him.
You wanted to change the wizard world in your own image.
You needed help.
You gathered followers and called them death eaters.
Most were loyal.
The world of wizards did not want to change.
many were killed
Severus Snape heard that Daunting prophecy.
You will die.
to survive you had to kill Lily, James
Writer's blockWriter's block
Sitting here writing a poem
Bored to no end
Feels like a dome
Screening starts to blend
Wish I could go home
To a note I lend
A delicate tome
Writing a poem
Hoping this writer's block to mend
Wide Awake"Wide Awake"
You Feel neither Love nor Hate
When you come to the end of Fate
You see the hourglass of sand
In deaths awaiting hand
They say don't fear the reaper
As you fall deeper
Because everyone falls as deep
Into the never ending sleep