Hi, there! Welcome to Snape and Sensibility, where I take the coincidence of Alan Rickman's presence in Harry Potter and Sense & Sensibility and make it into a crossover. (Nearly the entire cast of S&S has ties to HP, which I also delve into.)
Anyway, if you like Harry Potter and stories by Jane Austen...you may just like this. I hope so. :)
A quote of incentive from the man himself:
"I love Jane Austen." ~Alan Rickman, The New York Times interview
Read on! :)
SNAPE AND SENSIBILITY
"Ah, Professor Snape," Trelawney squeaked in surprise. Her eyes widened, but the thick lenses of her glasses exaggerated the expression to the point of being comical.
Snape thought for a moment about refraining from rolling his own eyes. He decided it wasn't worth the effort, so his black orbs did a turn in their sockets.
"I hope this is as urgent as you say it is," Snape snapped.
"Very urgent. I have the Sight, you know," Trelawney said airily. Snape raised a satirical brow but the Divination teacher took no notice. "I've seen terrible things…and great things…in your future…" she said dreamily, gazing into the confined mists of her crystal ball.
Snape let his gaze linger on the stupid crystal ball for a moment before becoming rational again. Divination was nothing more than charlatanism. There was nothing to be seen in that cloudy sphere.
"I've told you before, as I am sure many of the other teachers have, I take no stock in Divination," Snape retorted, whirling to leave. "Now unless you have something really important to tell me, do not bother me again."
"You thought I was going to tell you about You-Know-Who, or give information that would relate to him…something to do with The Chamber of Secrets, our current dilemma. Or perhaps even other such items. I see a name…Sirius Black? Could you possibly wish to know about him?" Trelawney said, still in her content, dream like state. "It is information of this nature you hoped to gain from me when I summoned you."
Snape stopped. He held his breath. Divination is a fool's game. Occulumency. That's a thing of substance. She shall not read my thoughts. She cannot know…she cannot possibly…
Snape did not say anything. He waited for Trelawney to continue, his back still to her.
"But I have seen something quite different. I have seen your death…"
"You see everybody's death."
"…and your rebirth."
"You saw Minerva's twice last week and she's still….My…what?" Snape turned round, his brows furrowed, his cloak billowing behind him.
He did not take stock in Divination but this was so ridiculous he had to hear it. He couldn't wait to joke about it with the staff! Then he remembered he didn't have any friends in the staff to joke with. He cleared his throat.
"What did you see?" he asked, smiling, his face failing horribly.
"Many things about you are clouded. Your omens are often contradictory," Trelawney said, passing a reverent hand over the crystal ball. She reached for a tea cup with the other hand and passed it to Snape.
"Everything in Divination in contradictory," he sneered.
"Ah, yes, but only if you do not have the Sight. But for those who have it, like me, Divination can be built up as an exact science by the reasoner," Trelawney said, her eyes bugging out as she tapped her frizzy head.
"That's a quote from a muggle story about a fake muggle detective called Sherlock Holmes. He was talking about deduction in religion, not Divination," Snape chastised, beginning to rise from the seat he had taken next to Trelawney.
"Muggles can be so wise sometimes," Trelawney said, not seeming to have really heard Snape.
Snape didn't reply but tried again to leave, setting down the dreg filled teacup. This was tedious. Trelawney just wanted an audience –any audience –for her pitiful fortune telling charade. But she grasped his arm with a firm hand and shoved him back into his seat. Severus Snape was all astonishment at the little woman's brute strength…and at her impertinence. He was about to blurt ten points from…! before he realized she had no House. And that you couldn't take points from teachers.
"Because I have the Sight I was able to figure out that the two visions I had seen were not a contradiction, but a rare phenomenon. Few wizards are ever…have ever been granted with such a gift. The gift of rebirth…" she said.
"Go. On." Snape said. The coldness in his voice hurried her along.
"Well, I saw your imminent death in the crystal ball," she said. All death is imminent, Snape thought. "But the next evening I saw you quite alive and well…you were with a young lady."
It was Snape's turn to widen his eyes. He bolted from his seat. Lily. He thought. I'm going to see Lily. I always knew I'd see her in the afterlife…I knew it.
He was about to ask, "Was she disappointed in me?" when Trelawney continued as if nothing of significance had been said or occurred.
"But the strange thing was, that you and the young lady were dressed in Regency style clothing. Do you know what Regency is, Professor Snape?" Trelawney asked, blinking her bug-like eyes.
"I'm not a dunderhead like you," spat Snape. "Of course I know. It's a muggle term to denote the era during which there was a 'Prince Regent.' Early eighteen hundreds, I believe."
His mind drifted briefly to his own reign as the Half-Blood Prince.
"Ooh, you do know many things, Professor Snape," Trelawney applauded in a most (unintentionally) condescending manner.
"As if there were ever any doubt," Snape muttered under his breath.
"I think I was there too, but not quite in my right state of mind," Trelawney continued, gazing at the currently empty ball.
"That's not a surprise," Snape murmured to himself.
"You see, I was dressed funnily too."
"Aren't you already?" Snape said, a bit louder, looking at Trelawney's paisley headscarf and fringy shawl.
"Very funny, Severus."
"Don't. Call. Me. Severus."
"Oh, don't be such a pussy willow. It's just a name."
"I don't want it worn out by the likes of you."
"Do you want to hear about your death and rebirth or not?"
Snape smoldered. Pah! As if this delay and runabout banter were his fault?! Her insufferable tone was like fire upon the boiling petrol that was his temper. But he remained tight lipped, and motioned stiffly for her to go on. If there was any chance this was about Lily…
"As I said, it is very rare. There are hardly any accounts of rebirth but this must be one. For whatever reason you are being granted a second chance at a happier life. I must assume it will be happier, for you were smiling quite broadly with the young, blonde woman before you. You never smile here."
"Red haired woman. You mean red hair," Snape blurted.
"Oh, have a preference, do you? I didn't even know you looked at women, Severus Snape. Your nose is always in a cauldron, brewing up some potion."
And with that Snape walked away. Trelawney did not try to stop him this time.
He kept thinking about her words.
"You were smiling with a young, blonde woman…you were happy…"
How could he be happy if he wasn't with Lily Evans? And if he couldn't be with Lily Evans how could he possibly betray her memory by loving another? No, Lily had never loved him in that way, but that didn't matter. She had been his friend –his only friend. And he had come to love her in that special way. It was not Lily's memory that bound him so, but his own loyalty, his own code…his own pitiful denial that she was really gone and never coming back.
He blinked. He wiped his face. It was only the sun in his eyes.
TO BE CONTINUED...