SUMMARY: The story is based on songs by the Argentinean band Babasónicos. It tells the story of how Sirius Black and Severus Snape ended up together.
DISCLAIMER: Songs are property of Babasónicos. The lousy translation is mine. Characters are property of JK Rowling; their unexpected behavior is product of my dirty imagination.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Chapter titles are translated from the titles of the songs on which chapters are based. Said song is featured at the end of the chapter in the original language. Also, words in italics are translated bits from the songs.
CHAPTER 1: Without my devil
SEVERUS pov
It was the loudest party I'd ever been to. They were all good friends. They laughed and flirted freely, while others wasted their sympathy. But I couldn't find my smile. I just couldn't. I made my way through the crowd. I talked to some people, ignored others. And still, I couldn't find my smile.
"What's the matter with you?" asked Minerva, before I could turn around. "Aren't you happy? He's dead! You're free! Smile, for Merlin's sake!"
"I'm sorry, I didn't come with my devil," I answered, blankly. "Truth is, I'm nothing without my devil".
She didn't understand a word. I didn't blame her. She didn't know who my devil was and I was not going to tell her.
I really am nothing without my devil.
On the other side of the room, somebody cheered with everyone else. He smiled, laughed and toasted. He looked truly happy. But on the inside, he was sulking. His eyes roamed the crowd, trying to find him. His devil. He was sure he'd come. He was also sure he wouldn't find him, no matter how hard he tried. If only the other one knew he, too, was nothing without his devil.
SEVERUS pov
Oh, yes. There he was, my devil, charming people with his perfect smile and his stunning grey eyes. Eyes that, not forty-eight hours before, had been fixed on mine while we…
I must stop thinking about him. Yet, he looked so wonderful that night, so alive, so free. Free from me, surely. So I hid behind a column where I had good sight of him, and I did nothing but watch my devil. Truth is, I am nothing without my devil.
"Sin mi diablo" (Babasónicos – Infame)
La otra noche
fui a una fiesta insuperable, donde todos
eran buenos amigos
se reían
coqueteaban desenvueltos mientras otros
gastaban simpatía.
Pero yo
no encontraba la sonrisa
¡qué insensato!
perdonadme es que no fui con mi diablo
La verdad es que no soy nada sin mi diablo
¡La verdad es que no soy nada sin mi diablo!
En la corte
con la reina y su consorte regalando
colonias en las Indias
festejaban
y en el pico de su pedo me invitaban
a azotar a unos esclavos.
Pero yo
no encontraba la sonrisa
¡qué insensato!
perdonadme es que no fui con mi diablo
La verdad es que no soy nada sin mi diablo
¡La verdad es que no soy nada sin mi diablo!
En el baile
me encontré a Satán desnudo en una suite
del Sheraton de Rio
convidaba
la belleza de sus chicas que excitadas
vivaban por orgías.
Pero yo
no encontraba la sonrisa
¡qué insensato!
perdonadme es que no fui con mi diablo
La verdad es que no soy nada sin mi diablo
¡La verdad es que no soy nada sin mi diablo!