Authoritrix Notes: Something about this fic: It's scary to think if you've
read anything else by me, that I could go from a humor fic to something
like this. These are the kind of fics I like to keep to myself. But what
can I say, I was bored with letting my humor fic be read by you wonderful
people. So I decided to let this story leave my bedroom. I'd like to thank
my cat again. Lord Rezo, you kept me from writing this fic all in one
night, it took so much longer. Trial and Error Fic...I don't know how this
fics going to work out.
Disclaimer:I do not own Harry Potter, or anything related to them, they all belong to J.K.Rowling.
Warnings/Things to Know: This is a slightly AU fic, how its AU you'll figure it out. Rated like....R for later chapters? Takes place when Tom is in 7th Year and Snape is in 1st Year. Not the normal humor fics I do. The fun is in the figuring out part. Slashy things!
Probably not for the squeamish. Or the squeamish at heart.
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Chapter 1: "Predictions"
.:By: TrSolarCat/RocketSolarCat:.
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Night fell upon Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a night like most others in those days. The Main Hall was filled with the entire school's staff and students lining it's long elegant dinning tables. The House Banners hung above the tables; an artificial breeze moved them in a back-and-forth-swaying motion. Despite the cold winter outside, the castle was heated so much the breeze was needed.
On this night the annual Quidditch Finals were to take place this week, a grand occasion called for a grand celebration; therefore the feast was significantly longer. The chatter of the students seemed more vigorous than usually, one would think they had never seen each other before.
The feast had long been eaten before a voice rang over the crowded room echoing within the halls,"Silence! Everyone! Headmaster Dippet has an announcement to make! Concerning the House-points!"
A silence began to fall over the Hall, except for the ever-present murmuring. An old snow bearded man sitting at the head of the room sandwiched between the dozens of staff, stood. Smiling happily Headmaster Dippet began:
"Welcome back, students. It's been a while since we had everyone together like this. This year has been eventful thus far, and will be many days beyond this. Concerning the House-points: fourth is Hufflepuff, third Ravenclaw,"The kind old Headmaster paused letting the moment being suspenseful as always,"....Second is Slytherin meaning--"
The Headmaster's words were cut short be a roaring cheer from the Gryffindor table. He had no need to continue with the sentence, but waited until the cheer died,"...Gryffindor is in the lead. Now the rest of you do not be downhearted, it is only the beginning of the year. Keep up the good work my students; now then....It seems this old man has talked enough, go back to your meal. Thank you."
As the air was once again filled with the slowly rising chatter of the students, a voice louder than most other rang out at the Slytherin table,"Well, what can I say? Almost."
"Come off it, Avery, 'almost' isn't good for anything. If your grandma 'almost' sews you a sweater does it count?"Quietly replied a blond- haired boy sitting next to the boy who had spoken, his voice was silky and he needed not to increase in its volume. His hair was slicked back behind his ears smoothly, and he wore elegantly crafted new robes.
"What's your problem, Malfoy? I was just trying to be optimistic!"The boy shot back, laughing. Leaning against his arms, he pushed away the half- full plate in front of him. His hair was dark brown was messy falling down to his shoulders. Surprisingly his robes were in as good a shape as Malfoy's,"We'll crunch those Gryffindors by late winter!"
As others nodded in agreement a voice softly mumbled,"It's more like late April."
"What?"Avery spat out, turning his gaze to the young man whom had spoken so softly to them.
"I said: They'll be out of the lead in April."He repeated, the boy was furthest from the blond Malfoy sitting on his side of the long table. Licking his fingers, which were covered in chicken grease from his messy meal in front of him, he pulled his pitch black hair behind his ears in vain--the strains fell back into their place in front of his face. Not before the boy gave a menacing glance to Avery, then turned back to his plate.
Avery burst into laughter, reaching over he slapped the boy's back saying,"Looks like you've got it figured out, little guy."
With this the others burst into laughter as well. Avery had made an obvious pun on the black- haired boy's stature. For they were all First- Years but the boy was definitely short for his age, but perhaps because he was also hunched over as well.
When everything calmed down again at the table. Malfoy leaned over to his friend next to him, whispering something into the other boy's ear. All the while under the veil of black hair the other boy watched the scene, as the other brown haired boy got up, excusing himself to the bathroom. Malfoy gave a quick disgusted glance at the dark-haired boy,"Your Snape's boy aren't you?"
Pulling his hair from his eyes again, holding it in its place, the boy looked at the blond a searching look in his black eyes.
He didn't answer.
"Yes. That's right, you are!"Malfoy gave a thin smile continuing his voice was thick with malice,"My father told me all about your wretched family. 'They all have bad table manners, eat like pigs, they do.' He told me. Look at that he was right. He told me your father had squandered his fortune in buying liqueur to drown out his sorrows of losing your poor, old....ugly squib mother. So how'd your father get enough money to get you into Hogwarts? But here you are, aren't you, already making a fool out of yourself..."
The Snape boy felt anger rise inside him, his hands tightly gripped the limp chicken piece in it shaking. He felt his feet come to life by themselves, jumping up before he knew what he was doing, he moved to the side instead of at Malfoy.
Something told him to.
Then that 'something' flew past his face, missing his left cheek, a gust of wind as it flew and fell to the table with a clatter. Snape realized a goblet had been thrown from behind him, the brown haired boy had never intended to do anything but this when he'd left the table earlier.
Malfoy the meanwhile was now covered in the red liquid that had spilled from the goblet that had flown at Snape landing in front of his instead on the table. Malfoy made several attempts to rake off the red staining juice but it was obvious it would stain. The blond rushed to his feet then, saying,"You son of a squib--!"
With that both boys were up leaning over the table, both with a nasty look on their face, and an even nastier ill content for one another.
Snape was too focused on Malfoy to realize that someone was standing right behind the blond-haired youth. Until a thin hand dropped onto his shoulder, then Snape looked up, as did Malfoy to see who it was behind him. There stood a tall brown haired older boy, looking about seventeen or eighteen; his robes declared him Slytherin as well. They also declared him a Head Boy from the special metals that were hung all about his robes as well.
"Now, what's this? Lets not be vulgar, Lucius."He grabbed Malfoy's shoulder giving it a jerk, not letting go he glanced over to Snape who was still leaning over the table.
"Oh, well, he knows I didn't mean it, Tom...Sir. I was just joshing him."Malfoy gave a shaking reply, as he looked over to Snape quickly,"Right, Severus?"
Tom's eyes the whole time never left Snape.
Neither did Snape's eyes, as he replied slowly through his teeth,"Yes, Sir."
"But tell me something, Severus..."Tom asked in a curious voice, smiling as he seen Snape back away slowly and sit at the table once more,"...How did you know to dodge that goblet they...jokingly...threw at you?"
"I don't...."He began still his eyes were locked onto Tom's own eyes, he stayed that way until he noticed something other than curiosity seep into the Head Boy's brown eyes. Something in his eyes resembling something Snape had seen before in the eyes of others, hunger. Snape felt his skin crawl and only then did his eyes finally left Tom's--jerking away he looked down at his plate before continuing quickly,"They just devised this whole thing in front of me, that's all, Sir."
Nothing in Hogwarts School regulation demanded the treatment of their Head Boy's with so much respect. It was only common knowledge that Tom was the most mysterious Slytherin boy around at the time. One of the many rumors flustering about Hogwarts was last year Tom had caught a person who was believed to have unleashed a monster on Hogwarts. Tom got the person expelled for life, so no telling what other kind of power Tom had over others now; the staff most likely favored him. Another rumor that was about Tom's life before coming to Hogwarts, it concerned his father. Some of the Slytherins were saying once Tom got so angry about his father, whom he hated for leaving him in a muggle orphanage, he killed him without uttering so much as curse. That seemed impossible to kill someone without cursing him or her, but you never know what one could do when they were angry.
Tom looked disappointed by the answer Snape had given him,"Well, and here I'd have thought you predicted it. Atleast, your an observant one, Severus."
With that, Tom let go of Malfoy's shoulder, giving one last glance to Snape before he walked slowly away. Only when he was out of their sight did the chatter of the table start up again.
"I think Tom has got it in for Snape."Came a voice, Snape didn't bother to look around to see from where it came.
"Who doesn't?"Malfoy jerked in his seat.
Snape couldn't stand much more of this, he abruptly kicked back in his seat pushing away from the table. His chair made a loud screeching noise as he skidded back, getting up and pushing it back into the side of the table. Storming down the row of students, with a scowl of a face under his grease matted hair, he didn't stop the fast paced dash until he heard the Great Hall's huge doors slam shut.
"There's only so much a Snape can take." His father had always told him, saying it out loud made it feel like his father was that much closer to him at that moment. That's what Snape wanted, to go home, tell his father about this. Not that his father would have done anything less than scolding him anyhow, that is what his father always did.
Looking down in a sudden feeling of shame,"This isn't how a Snape is supposed to act. Is it?"
He reached down into his turtle-necked collar pulling out delicately a gold chain. Cradling it in both hands, Snape looked at it with shallow eyes. His dark eyes reflected the shining amulet upon it, an emerald stone within a gold clasp. It had been his mother's for many years, before her death, Snape couldn't help but hear the ill-content blond, Malfoy's words again in his head:
Squib.
What did it matter? Was that all he was known as, son of a drunk and a dead squib? Snape looked harshly at the amulet again, seeing the reflection of his own black eyes in it again.
With nothing but the dark, candle lit corridors to hear him he slowly walked down the hall towards the Slytherin dormitory.
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Authoritrix Notes: So did I fail in my horrid attempt to prove I could write something that wasn't slapstick comedy of any kind. I might take a bit of a break for at least a week or too I have several school assignments, I'm sure you wanted to know that much about me. Hehehe.anyhow I'll just give you all next chapter's title (as usual) and you tell me if you want me to continue. R/R PLZ! Love yea, baibai
Next Chapter: "Mistakes" --what's with the short titles?
Disclaimer:I do not own Harry Potter, or anything related to them, they all belong to J.K.Rowling.
Warnings/Things to Know: This is a slightly AU fic, how its AU you'll figure it out. Rated like....R for later chapters? Takes place when Tom is in 7th Year and Snape is in 1st Year. Not the normal humor fics I do. The fun is in the figuring out part. Slashy things!
Probably not for the squeamish. Or the squeamish at heart.
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UNTITLED
Chapter 1: "Predictions"
.:By: TrSolarCat/RocketSolarCat:.
*****************
Night fell upon Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a night like most others in those days. The Main Hall was filled with the entire school's staff and students lining it's long elegant dinning tables. The House Banners hung above the tables; an artificial breeze moved them in a back-and-forth-swaying motion. Despite the cold winter outside, the castle was heated so much the breeze was needed.
On this night the annual Quidditch Finals were to take place this week, a grand occasion called for a grand celebration; therefore the feast was significantly longer. The chatter of the students seemed more vigorous than usually, one would think they had never seen each other before.
The feast had long been eaten before a voice rang over the crowded room echoing within the halls,"Silence! Everyone! Headmaster Dippet has an announcement to make! Concerning the House-points!"
A silence began to fall over the Hall, except for the ever-present murmuring. An old snow bearded man sitting at the head of the room sandwiched between the dozens of staff, stood. Smiling happily Headmaster Dippet began:
"Welcome back, students. It's been a while since we had everyone together like this. This year has been eventful thus far, and will be many days beyond this. Concerning the House-points: fourth is Hufflepuff, third Ravenclaw,"The kind old Headmaster paused letting the moment being suspenseful as always,"....Second is Slytherin meaning--"
The Headmaster's words were cut short be a roaring cheer from the Gryffindor table. He had no need to continue with the sentence, but waited until the cheer died,"...Gryffindor is in the lead. Now the rest of you do not be downhearted, it is only the beginning of the year. Keep up the good work my students; now then....It seems this old man has talked enough, go back to your meal. Thank you."
As the air was once again filled with the slowly rising chatter of the students, a voice louder than most other rang out at the Slytherin table,"Well, what can I say? Almost."
"Come off it, Avery, 'almost' isn't good for anything. If your grandma 'almost' sews you a sweater does it count?"Quietly replied a blond- haired boy sitting next to the boy who had spoken, his voice was silky and he needed not to increase in its volume. His hair was slicked back behind his ears smoothly, and he wore elegantly crafted new robes.
"What's your problem, Malfoy? I was just trying to be optimistic!"The boy shot back, laughing. Leaning against his arms, he pushed away the half- full plate in front of him. His hair was dark brown was messy falling down to his shoulders. Surprisingly his robes were in as good a shape as Malfoy's,"We'll crunch those Gryffindors by late winter!"
As others nodded in agreement a voice softly mumbled,"It's more like late April."
"What?"Avery spat out, turning his gaze to the young man whom had spoken so softly to them.
"I said: They'll be out of the lead in April."He repeated, the boy was furthest from the blond Malfoy sitting on his side of the long table. Licking his fingers, which were covered in chicken grease from his messy meal in front of him, he pulled his pitch black hair behind his ears in vain--the strains fell back into their place in front of his face. Not before the boy gave a menacing glance to Avery, then turned back to his plate.
Avery burst into laughter, reaching over he slapped the boy's back saying,"Looks like you've got it figured out, little guy."
With this the others burst into laughter as well. Avery had made an obvious pun on the black- haired boy's stature. For they were all First- Years but the boy was definitely short for his age, but perhaps because he was also hunched over as well.
When everything calmed down again at the table. Malfoy leaned over to his friend next to him, whispering something into the other boy's ear. All the while under the veil of black hair the other boy watched the scene, as the other brown haired boy got up, excusing himself to the bathroom. Malfoy gave a quick disgusted glance at the dark-haired boy,"Your Snape's boy aren't you?"
Pulling his hair from his eyes again, holding it in its place, the boy looked at the blond a searching look in his black eyes.
He didn't answer.
"Yes. That's right, you are!"Malfoy gave a thin smile continuing his voice was thick with malice,"My father told me all about your wretched family. 'They all have bad table manners, eat like pigs, they do.' He told me. Look at that he was right. He told me your father had squandered his fortune in buying liqueur to drown out his sorrows of losing your poor, old....ugly squib mother. So how'd your father get enough money to get you into Hogwarts? But here you are, aren't you, already making a fool out of yourself..."
The Snape boy felt anger rise inside him, his hands tightly gripped the limp chicken piece in it shaking. He felt his feet come to life by themselves, jumping up before he knew what he was doing, he moved to the side instead of at Malfoy.
Something told him to.
Then that 'something' flew past his face, missing his left cheek, a gust of wind as it flew and fell to the table with a clatter. Snape realized a goblet had been thrown from behind him, the brown haired boy had never intended to do anything but this when he'd left the table earlier.
Malfoy the meanwhile was now covered in the red liquid that had spilled from the goblet that had flown at Snape landing in front of his instead on the table. Malfoy made several attempts to rake off the red staining juice but it was obvious it would stain. The blond rushed to his feet then, saying,"You son of a squib--!"
With that both boys were up leaning over the table, both with a nasty look on their face, and an even nastier ill content for one another.
Snape was too focused on Malfoy to realize that someone was standing right behind the blond-haired youth. Until a thin hand dropped onto his shoulder, then Snape looked up, as did Malfoy to see who it was behind him. There stood a tall brown haired older boy, looking about seventeen or eighteen; his robes declared him Slytherin as well. They also declared him a Head Boy from the special metals that were hung all about his robes as well.
"Now, what's this? Lets not be vulgar, Lucius."He grabbed Malfoy's shoulder giving it a jerk, not letting go he glanced over to Snape who was still leaning over the table.
"Oh, well, he knows I didn't mean it, Tom...Sir. I was just joshing him."Malfoy gave a shaking reply, as he looked over to Snape quickly,"Right, Severus?"
Tom's eyes the whole time never left Snape.
Neither did Snape's eyes, as he replied slowly through his teeth,"Yes, Sir."
"But tell me something, Severus..."Tom asked in a curious voice, smiling as he seen Snape back away slowly and sit at the table once more,"...How did you know to dodge that goblet they...jokingly...threw at you?"
"I don't...."He began still his eyes were locked onto Tom's own eyes, he stayed that way until he noticed something other than curiosity seep into the Head Boy's brown eyes. Something in his eyes resembling something Snape had seen before in the eyes of others, hunger. Snape felt his skin crawl and only then did his eyes finally left Tom's--jerking away he looked down at his plate before continuing quickly,"They just devised this whole thing in front of me, that's all, Sir."
Nothing in Hogwarts School regulation demanded the treatment of their Head Boy's with so much respect. It was only common knowledge that Tom was the most mysterious Slytherin boy around at the time. One of the many rumors flustering about Hogwarts was last year Tom had caught a person who was believed to have unleashed a monster on Hogwarts. Tom got the person expelled for life, so no telling what other kind of power Tom had over others now; the staff most likely favored him. Another rumor that was about Tom's life before coming to Hogwarts, it concerned his father. Some of the Slytherins were saying once Tom got so angry about his father, whom he hated for leaving him in a muggle orphanage, he killed him without uttering so much as curse. That seemed impossible to kill someone without cursing him or her, but you never know what one could do when they were angry.
Tom looked disappointed by the answer Snape had given him,"Well, and here I'd have thought you predicted it. Atleast, your an observant one, Severus."
With that, Tom let go of Malfoy's shoulder, giving one last glance to Snape before he walked slowly away. Only when he was out of their sight did the chatter of the table start up again.
"I think Tom has got it in for Snape."Came a voice, Snape didn't bother to look around to see from where it came.
"Who doesn't?"Malfoy jerked in his seat.
Snape couldn't stand much more of this, he abruptly kicked back in his seat pushing away from the table. His chair made a loud screeching noise as he skidded back, getting up and pushing it back into the side of the table. Storming down the row of students, with a scowl of a face under his grease matted hair, he didn't stop the fast paced dash until he heard the Great Hall's huge doors slam shut.
"There's only so much a Snape can take." His father had always told him, saying it out loud made it feel like his father was that much closer to him at that moment. That's what Snape wanted, to go home, tell his father about this. Not that his father would have done anything less than scolding him anyhow, that is what his father always did.
Looking down in a sudden feeling of shame,"This isn't how a Snape is supposed to act. Is it?"
He reached down into his turtle-necked collar pulling out delicately a gold chain. Cradling it in both hands, Snape looked at it with shallow eyes. His dark eyes reflected the shining amulet upon it, an emerald stone within a gold clasp. It had been his mother's for many years, before her death, Snape couldn't help but hear the ill-content blond, Malfoy's words again in his head:
Squib.
What did it matter? Was that all he was known as, son of a drunk and a dead squib? Snape looked harshly at the amulet again, seeing the reflection of his own black eyes in it again.
With nothing but the dark, candle lit corridors to hear him he slowly walked down the hall towards the Slytherin dormitory.
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Authoritrix Notes: So did I fail in my horrid attempt to prove I could write something that wasn't slapstick comedy of any kind. I might take a bit of a break for at least a week or too I have several school assignments, I'm sure you wanted to know that much about me. Hehehe.anyhow I'll just give you all next chapter's title (as usual) and you tell me if you want me to continue. R/R PLZ! Love yea, baibai
Next Chapter: "Mistakes" --what's with the short titles?
