Voodoo

Severus Snape collapsed on his bed. He was the Hogwarts dungeons, where he had lately started spending most of his time. He needed to be near Albus and his own ample supply of potions in his position of spying on the Dark Lord.

He had just returned from another meeting with the Dark Lord, and after having reported to Albus on some current plans and having taken some potions to relieve his pain, all he really wanted to do was to rest. It was not terribly late, but Severus would most likely sleep until early morning, at which point he would start on another potion, because if there was one thing that he often did -- other than reading, of course -- it was making potions.

Severus was still in his Death Eater garb, minus the mask, but he did not really care about his appearance and discomfort in his weariness. At this point, he was waiting for sleep to overtake him, with random thoughts running through his head.

I'm not the one who's so far away

When I feel the snake bite enter my veins

It was really ironic how the Dark Lord used a skull and snake as his symbol. He was so snakelike himself, with his red eyes and slits for a nose, not to mention his Parseltongue ability and his snakelike ways. Perhaps he had a snake for a pet and as a symbol for that reason, or maybe he just felt so Slytherin. Who knew? The Dark Lord knew, but no one was going to sit down and have a nice civilized conversation with him about it.

Never did I wanna be here again

And I don't remember why I came

Why had he become a Death Eater in the first place? He had been young and foolish. He had wanted power. He had wanted his father to accept him and to approve of him. But once he had seen the reality, the good had gone out of the prospect. It was cruel and biased and really just pointless.

Candles raise my desire

Why I'm so far away

He had always been a bit distant and a loner. That had never bothered him before. Truth be told, it still didn't bother him

No more meaning to my life

No more reason to stay

His life was nothing. He wasn't an asset to either side. He was just there. No one needed him; no one wanted him.

Freezin', feelin'

Breathin', breathin'

I'm coming back again

Dumbledore seemed to think he needed him. He was his only spy. The Dark Lord needed him. He was the master potions maker and a great mind. He wasn't warmly welcomed anywhere, except maybe by Dumbledore, but people were glad to have him around in some morbid way. He didn't mind the students and being alone; that was what suited him the most.

I'm not the one who's so far away

When I feel the snake bite enter my veins

Never did I wanna be here again

And I don't remember why I came

That idiotic snake had ruined his life and made him to things he had never wanted to do. He had just messed up his entire life.

Hazing clouds rain on my head

Empty thoughts fill my ears

Find my shade by the moonlight

Why my thoughts aren't so clear

He never made any sense, even to himself. His reasons sounded like a first year trying to lie about his homework. It was always the pointless little things which he paid attention to; never the big picture. His theories sounded like bits and pieces of different stories.

The only time when he really felt like his real self was at night, by the light of the moon. It was a mystery and a comfort, something he never had. But even the moon held its secrets, as Remus Lupin had proven to him nearly twenty years ago. Even something so perfect had its flaws.

Demons dreamin'

Breathe in, breathin'

I'm coming back again

That demon wasn't going to crush his spirit. He wasn't going to let that monster ruin his life anymore.

I'm not the one who's so far away

When I feel the snake bite enter my veins

Never did I wanna be here again

And I don't remember why I came

Voodoo, voodoo, voodoo

I'm not the one who's so far away

When I feel the snake bite enter my veins

Never did I wanna be here again

And I don't remember why I came

Voodoo, voodoo, voodoo, voodoo,

voodoo, voodoo, voodoo, voodoo

All the Dark Lord did was control people's minds. Not necessarily with a well placed spell but with his little tricks as well. He knew a person's weaknesses: what they cared about, what they wanted, and he used them in every possible way to get what he wanted. It was very rarely that he failed.

So far away,

I'm not the one who's so far away,

I'm not the one who's so far away,

I'm not the one who's so far away.

But in Severus's case he had failed. Severus had found the better path and had gone down it, without the Dark Lord's ever knowing it.

Severus supposed he should consider himself pretty clever for having tricked the Dark Lord, but he was didn't want to think about anything now, he was just too tired.