Arguments with Sirius & Snape
Chapter 1: The Very First
Disclaimer: I can only wish I owned Sirius… but I don't. I don't own Snape either, or any of the other families etc. Not even the plot; I'm sharing that!
A/N: Welcome to the first chapter of the brilliant story, shared by me & Dru. Yeah, it's Annie. Next chapter will be written by Dru, then me again, etc. Anyway, enjoy!
UPDATE: 20/7/04 [or 7/20/01 for Americans]. Chapter 1 replaced, small changes made. Nothing majoor, though.
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"Come ON, Sirius!" Sirius Black's mother snapped, flinging him a pair of elegant dress robes. Mrs. Black was trying to organize her older son for the Annual Black Party.
"Do I have to go?" whined a 7 year old Sirius. "Those parties are stupid!"
"Watch your mouth boy, or else…" began Aunt Cassiopeia, who had just dropped in. The part in question was in fact being hosted by Cassiopeia. All the important Pureblood families would be there; the Malfoys, the Lestranges, the Notts and plenty more.
"Now hurry up, we're going to be late! Why can't you be more like Regulus? He's ready!" Sirius's mother snapped, referring to Sirius's younger brother, Regulus. Regulus looked a lot like Sirius; the same black hair, grey eyes, tanned skin and facial features. But undoubtedly, there was something a bit more evil about the younger Black. And of course, he was already dressed in his robes of pure black.
"That little brat stole my wand!" Sirius screeched while Regulus smirked evilly. Most kids got their wands at 11, just before school, but Sirius's mother insisted he have one from the tender age of 5. Regulus was due to get his soon, too, but until then he was quite content with stealing Sirius's. Sirius tried to pounce on Regulus, but his mother stopped him.
"Regulus, give Sirius his wand. Sirius, HURRY UP!" she yelled, walking out of the room impatiently. Regulus scowled and reluctantly returned the wand to Sirius. Sirius sighed and put on the stupid black robes and went to find the bitter, old hag that he was forced to call Mother.
"I'm ready, Mother," he said dully. She glared at him, running her eyes up and down to make sure his robes were perfect.
"Good, they'll be here any sec-" but Mrs. Black didn't finish her sentence. A knock on the door was her cause of interruptions. About half an hour later, number 12, Grimmauld Place was packed with Pureblood families, listening to stupid music, sipping wine elegantly or eating, just as elegantly and talking about boring adult stuff.
"Sirius, go play with some of the kids; Regulus is with the Nott and Avery boys. Yes, take little Snape with you," Aunt Cassiopeia told him. "Narcissa is talking with that Lucius Malfoy and Bella is with the Lestranges," she pulled the 'little Snape' towards him. Sirius looked at him with great dislike; he was a skinny, pallid boy with the greasiest back hair Sirius had ever seen.
"Sirius Black," he said coolly, looking around with boredom and eyeing Sirius with the same distaste Sirius showed.
"Snape? What kind of name is that?" Sirius asked incredulously. This was not Sirius's scene; talking to a slime ball of a boy just did not qualify as fun for Sirius.
"It's not my real name, you idiot! My name is Severus," he answered angrily, glaring at Sirius. But, wait, this could turn out well…
"Severus? That's even worse!" Sirius told him. Stupid parties, he thought. Stupid Purebloods, stupid house, stupid Snape!
"Listen Black, this isn't my choice; being around you is not what I like to do for fun," Severus answered coldly.
"Yeah, well this party's stupid anyway!" Sirius yelled back. "You think I want to be stuck here, talking to a kid whose hair is practically dripping with grease?" Sirius shoved his hand into his pocket, grabbing his wand. When he looked up, Severus already had his out, pointing at his head.
"I wouldn't, Black," he advised in a low, silky voice. "I can beat you any day."
"I could beat you with my eyes closed," Sirius told him confidently. Mother had already taught him a few easy hexes in preparation for a life of Dark Arts.
"I wouldn't be so sure, Black. At least I can walk into a room without my large head getting stuck in the door," he answered; his family was also a great Dark Arts supporting bunch and no doubt, he had gotten similar training to that of Sirius.
"SIRIUS BLACK, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" Mother had spotted them. "What do you think you are doing, boy?" she demanded, glaring at him. She looked over at Snape and gave a sickly smile. "I'm sorry, Severus, dear. Sirius, go to your room and don't come out!"
"FINE, I'LL GO! I don't even want to be at this stupid party and I DON'T want to be near Snivellus, here!" he yelled, quite pleased with himself. He was going to get away from his mother, the freakish Snape, now officially known as Snivellus and all he had to do was take out his wand. Not bad.
"What did you just call me?" Snape asked dangerously.
"SNIVELLUS!" Sirius yelled out. Snape launched forward, trying to get in a punch, but Mrs. Black, unfortunately, stopped him. "Oh, go wash your hair, Snivellus," Sirius added for extra effect, turning around to go to his room.
"I'm warning you, Sirius!" Mrs. Black yelled. But Sirius ignored her, the disapproving stares he was getting from adults and looks of awe from some of the kids. He also completely ignored Snape's sinister gaze and mutterings.
"I'll get that… Black, if it's the last thing I do,"
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Thank you, thank you! Yes, that was the first chapter, written by Annie (anniePADFOOT). Yes, I'm aware that I'll probably favour Sirius, just like Drusilla will favour Snape. But that way, you get both sides and each one winning some arguments. Anyway, I'll try not to be too mean to Snape ;) REVIEW!
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