Snape was walking aimlessly, he was just trying to get away from what he felt. He knew that he had just indirectly blamed Voldemort for the death of his father, but he knew that Voldemort would have gladly taken his place. He was in pain, in fear, and in sorrow. He had just told the man who had helped him cope with the ultimate loss that he hated him because he was trying to save his son. Voldemort told Snape that he would be going on a mission, alone, and he knew that his target was aiming to kill his son. Snape felt he shoucldn't go, he didn't want Voldemort to make a mistake, but he agreed after much debate. It seemed, to him, that the best way to keep the situation under control was to keep quiet. Unfortuanately, he was wrong. Extremely wrong, and he was ashamed to go back. He didn't want to return Voldemort, so he left, for good. Not because of hate, but because of a burning guilt. He promised that he wouldn't let Voldemort down, over his father's body. It seemed that it was going to turn out to be a dissapointment after all. It was all a confusing blob of emotions, and they all seemed to slap him in the face.
Harry was in a rage. The teachers all thought he was guilty. But they obviously thought that Vegeta was guilty too, at least Snape did. Dumbledore seemed to act as though it was a joke, Lockhart wouldn't shutup about how he could have saved Mrs. Norris had he been there. It was too much. Hermione and Ron were sympathetic, Bulma was talking to the Slytherins, and Neville was trying to turn a kitten he had found into a water goblet, but the cat seemed impervious to anything anyone tried. The strangest thing of all was the fact that they were sitting in the Gryffindor common room talking about how they could bring Voldemort back. Bulma had great ideas, but they all seemed to involve Harry getting killed, and a few of the students there seemed to object to that scenario. They finally decided to wait for Vegeta, and then they would ask him what he thought. As goes, he is technically considered Voldemort, they live by mind in the same body. But he didn't come, for hours they waited. All classes had been canceled, and Vegeta was nowhere to be found. Bulma was determined to go out and look for him, Harry desperately needed to ask him several questions, but Percy stood guard at the portrait, you wouldn't be able to get through.So they waited. And nothing was happening. Bulme finally asked Percy where Vegeta was. He said that was teacher business, but that when he found out, he would tell her. She huffed and walked away. Then the voice came, through the walls, ringing through the walls. Bulma and Harry heard it, but no one else noticed at all.
"Kill...kill...again...tear...rip, tear..." Harry jumped. Bulma looked at him with a glare that sat him down. Then she walked up to the girls dormitory. Hermione was confused, her facial expression showed great concern for Harry.
"What is it Harry?" He didn't know whether or not to respond or act it off. Thankfully, Vegeta walked in. But he was even worse looking then in Potions. He was pale, almost dead looking. His face glistened in the light with a shimmer of sweat and tears. He was dragging his usually proud step, his dignified shoulders drooped, and his mighty back was curved in agony. A roll of thunder could be heard in the distance, and the storm was fast approaching. He was dreadful looking, he was miserable feeling. That catching atmosphere that followed him around was doing its job. Bulma ran down the stairs to slam something into his hands, a book, and then she smiled sarcastically and ran back up the stairs.
Snape had felt the rain approaching, and he took it in his mind to go back to his office. He knew he had not only hurt Voldemort, but he too had hurt the boy everyone wanted to help. They all wanted him to be happy, but he wanted what would make everyone all but happy. And Snape knew that there were a group of students currently sitting in the Gryffindor common room planning to fulfill Vegeta's happiness wish. He and Lucius Malfoy also had a plan, they had set up the trap, a book with extraordinary powers was now in Hogwarts, and the book was important. Very important. And whoever had that book could do practically whatever they wanted, if they know what the works of it are. But there were two students who couldn't get that book, if they did, it would put a dent in the society they were trying to protect. Those who were brave, smart, have common sense, and have pureblood flowing through their veins. It seemed that this was a tough year for those, and not all of those with these talents were acceptable. It also takes loyalty. A lot of patience, and loyalty. And then the feelings of guilt and stupidity ran back into Snape after he had just successfully cleared his heart. It seemed that he would not be able to forgive himself for the loss of his second father. He had just let him know that he didn't care anymore, and that was a lie from the start. When Lucius told him that Voldemort could possibly be out there. He had to do something that could regain his grounds with his new father. He must return to what his father told him to never leave..."Severus, as my son, I want you to be strong, but I also want you to fight along side those who will protect you in their minds. I will not be there to protect you much longer. Nor will your mother, wherever she is. She is on our side, but she is also in pure hatred with me. I made a mistake. Tom warned me, don't get too involved, live how you want, but be cautious. He used a better vocabulary though, he is too smart for his own good. You Severus, you need to be happy, but fight for yourself, do not let the world destroy you with personal feelings. We are hardly right, but always justified."...His father had always made beautiful speeches, as did Voldemort and Manfred, but Voldemort seemed to have the other two beat. "Severus, it has been a week since you have said anything. Express yourself, free your mind, be who you are supposed to be, but don't let your emotions kill you. I don't believe your father would have been impressed if he saw you moping around. If you are going to act like death, just kill yourself so you don't have to feel like death." He was swift, blunt yet you could always take his answers in several different ways. He was powerful indeed, and he deserved his dues.
Vegeta took the book with joy, and he walked back down the stairs and outside. He went to the lake, he sat, and he thought. He stayed alone. He stared at the ripples made by delicate waterdrops falling on a massive body of liquid which engulfed them so easily. It was amazing though, the more powerful being was affected muchmore by the group of smaller beings than it affectec them. They made the power greater. It survived on the smaller, which in return, got a resting place...and that was how it was, so simple, yet so true. Everything in life is a representation of more life, and that is more life, and more, and so on. A cycle of truth, a cycle of power, and a cycle of life. He wanted to talk to his father...to see him...to touch his hand and know he is there...he wanted to know who he was supposed to be so much like.....and if he was...He pulled out a quill and began to write in the diary, but he only put down his name. But, the diary didn't accept and respond to his writing, it was only having more and more added to it.
"Why won't you talk to me?" He wrote, and the raindrops began to fall harder. A groan of thunder emitted from the sky immediately after a flash of greenish lightning the struck a nearby tree. He was allowing the weather to be who he felt. He wrote harder on the paper about all he wanted from his father, and the thunder moved from a groan to a scream. The lightning struck the Whomping Willow several times in a row, some streaks were deep red, others a dark green.
"I can't talk to you, because of who I am. I don't think you want to talk to me, as your father, I believe this should wait." And he was gone. Vegeta lost the possessed feeling. He was his own, but still his father, and he would live up to expectations.
