ES-Prologue
This story is based upon the characters and situations written by the incomparable JKR. The rights to these belong to her and others and I am using them only for my own personal amusement and receive absolutely no monetary reward for doing so.
Author's note: For those of you who enjoyed (if that word can be used in this context) my "A Day in the Life of a Houseslave", here is both the prequel and continuation of that story. I would suggest that you read that story first before beginning this one.
Enduring Survival
That which can not be changed, must be endured.
Prologue
Severus Snape was a notoriously light sleeper. His bouts of insomnia, which was first appeared during his school years, guaranteed that the amount of time that he spent sleeping in his bed was scant. He had long ago given up as useless the attempts to remain upon the mattress, tossing and turning until his body and mind finally surrendered reluctantly to the weariness that was weighing heavily upon them. Instead, he preferred to use his pent-up energy to prowl the halls, prepare potions or sit, absorbed in a book while the rest of Hogwarts appeared to snooze peacefully around him. This, of course, had presented some difficulties when he was a student and forced to observe the curfew rules and the heckling of his fellow dormitory mates, who rather objected to their own sleep being disturbed by his restless nocturnal activities.
But his current position as a teacher and his solitary living arrangements ensured that few people took note of his sleeping (or rather, nonsleeping) habits now. And, since it was the Christmas holiday and most of the students dawdled in their beds past breakfast, it would mean that his own failure to appear in the Great Hall for that meal would not arose any notice. It was with some satisfaction that he had reluctantly crawled between his bedcovers at five o'clock in the morning, anticipating that he might end up sleeping until mid-afternoon with no one remarking upon his absence or disturbing his well-earned rest.
Not to say that he was ever anything but the lightest of sleepers. He knew from past experience that even the faint buzzing of an insect, or the slight rustle engendered by a single piece of parchment falling upon the floor was enough to rouse him. So when he found himself sitting up in bed, the sound of the blast still reverberating in the air, he was certain that there had been no warning of the attack.
This story is based upon the characters and situations written by the incomparable JKR. The rights to these belong to her and others and I am using them only for my own personal amusement and receive absolutely no monetary reward for doing so.
Author's note: For those of you who enjoyed (if that word can be used in this context) my "A Day in the Life of a Houseslave", here is both the prequel and continuation of that story. I would suggest that you read that story first before beginning this one.
Enduring Survival
That which can not be changed, must be endured.
Prologue
Severus Snape was a notoriously light sleeper. His bouts of insomnia, which was first appeared during his school years, guaranteed that the amount of time that he spent sleeping in his bed was scant. He had long ago given up as useless the attempts to remain upon the mattress, tossing and turning until his body and mind finally surrendered reluctantly to the weariness that was weighing heavily upon them. Instead, he preferred to use his pent-up energy to prowl the halls, prepare potions or sit, absorbed in a book while the rest of Hogwarts appeared to snooze peacefully around him. This, of course, had presented some difficulties when he was a student and forced to observe the curfew rules and the heckling of his fellow dormitory mates, who rather objected to their own sleep being disturbed by his restless nocturnal activities.
But his current position as a teacher and his solitary living arrangements ensured that few people took note of his sleeping (or rather, nonsleeping) habits now. And, since it was the Christmas holiday and most of the students dawdled in their beds past breakfast, it would mean that his own failure to appear in the Great Hall for that meal would not arose any notice. It was with some satisfaction that he had reluctantly crawled between his bedcovers at five o'clock in the morning, anticipating that he might end up sleeping until mid-afternoon with no one remarking upon his absence or disturbing his well-earned rest.
Not to say that he was ever anything but the lightest of sleepers. He knew from past experience that even the faint buzzing of an insect, or the slight rustle engendered by a single piece of parchment falling upon the floor was enough to rouse him. So when he found himself sitting up in bed, the sound of the blast still reverberating in the air, he was certain that there had been no warning of the attack.