Summary: What on earth has Severus Snape done that's left him bloody,
broken and in the Shrieking Shack with school rival Remus Lupin? Will he
make it through this tragedy, or not? Slash warning.
Disclaimers: I own nothing... Harry Potter and characters copyright (©) J. K. Rowling
I wrote this in a bad mood. Please review.
Chapter One: Bloody Hell
Sprinting down the halls and loosing fast steam, the graying chestnut hair and lost in thought hazeled eyes. Patches of gray and rather untidy robes. Remus Lupin ran down to the potions classroom, desperate to learn as to why...
The doors banged open, smacking against the stonewalls before flying shut, just enough time for the man to go by them. An echoing shout came from the chambers and the man was soon to stop dead. Was that, Severus?
The paled hand pulled a wand from its pocket and the password 'Serpent tongue' was shouted, opening the statue of entangled snakes so the skinny man could crawl through.
Blood laced the floors, hazel eyes blinked back tears quickly before the man continued. The bathroom door was slightly ajar and steam seeped from the crack.
"Severus!" A voice tapped his ears, had someone come to find him in this state? But that was a rival's voice, the werewolf...
The bathroom door was opened. Hazel eyes looked at the floor. The black haired man lay in only his black pants, tears flowing from his eyes onto the floor. Blood ran deep here, the shower was on, an attempt to clean himself by Snape. Remus got to his knees.
"Severus..." He mumbled as he looked over the man's pitiful state.
"C-Come to insult me and watch me die, Lupin?" The black orbs looked menacing as a cough came through the blood-clogged throat.
"Shut up." The man said, letting the tears fall. He gathered his energy and picked the potions master up. Onyx eyes scoffed this action.
"What are you doing?" Snape tried to ask in a more menacing manner, but sounded rather frightened.
"I can help you. So I shall." The werewolf began to run again. Black orbs blinked, tears still free-flowing on the pale cheeks. "You know..." Lupin began, continuing to run as he hit the school grounds. The womping willow drew closer. "I used to think you hated me. But now, I just don't know. Why did you do that?" Remus couldn't look at Severus for long, but he caught glimpse of a startled expression.
"I had to." Severus said bluntly, but it wasn't satisfying.
"Fine, whatever." Remus sighed before kicking the knot and jumping to the pathway beneath the womping willow and continuing to run. Once in the shrieking shack, the werewolf lay the potions master on a couch and went upstairs to get a small tablet. He came back and handed it to the pale man. "Swallow that." He demanded. Pulling up a chair, oddly aware of the entire house's layout. The black haired man gulped down the pill. He slammed his hand to his chest, coughing up blood globs.
"That will clean you out and restore the majority of your blood that you lost. I used to take them after the full moon. Poppy gave me at least four million..." Lupin explained, leaning his gray robed back against the woodened chair. Snape gave a glare of black before laying down once more. So this was how it was... with such a pain in his chest, Snape half-closed his eyes. "Don't fall asleep." The voice cut into the pale ears. This was NOT happening.
"So now what?" Severus asked, onyx orbs piercing at the werewolf's soul.
"Well. You could always explain yourself." Lupin suggested, a vague smile coming to his face.
"Ha." The black haired man looked at the blood on his hand. He wore only his black pants still, having tried to shower himself before falling to the floor of the bathroom where this situation started from.
Hazel eyes narrowed.
"Really Severus, an explanation would be nice." Lupin gave a half glare. Severus looked at the man. He had an almost feminine build, shoulder-length chestnut hair that was prematurely graying. He wasn't even thirty-five... a sigh slipped past the pale lips.
"Of course." Severus Snape coughed a slab of blood up. "Fine then. I had to, as I said before. You don't know it, but I never wanted you to get hurt by the troll, but I had to get you away from it... here, I'll start you at the beginning.
I was in Hogsmeade, walking down to the Three Broomsticks, planning to meet Lucius Malfoy. I was suddenly stopped by a street salesman, but of course, was not interested. However, he handed me a talisman. It read 'Troll', a summon. I felt I had to use it somehow, otherwise it might use itself. So I came up with a plan, simple but powerful. I would set a troll on the school, killing every one I hated, which was most of everyone. They would finally be challenged, and I would have revenge. But I had to keep you safe. I canceled my Lucius meeting and decided to get you distracted. I sent you to Diagon Alley, but you were too quick to return, viewing everyone's slaughter and in the midst, you did a stupid thing, drawing every troll's attention to yourself. So I did what I could to call them away, you didn't exactly help, killing two of them. The talisman expired and soon I saw trolls heading for you. What better for me to do than protect you? But to be honest, I didn't see the man within the troll's shadows though. I got all the trolls down, as you know. But there he was, the man who had given me the talisman. You passed out, falling against my back. The man smirked, came up to me and promptly bit my neck, tearing at it, I thought I was going to die, the pain moved to my chest, there was further pain from every single bite. He smirked once more. I heard you awake, a yell came from you before I turned and ran, the man was gone... everything was just a plot he made up... I went to my chambers, trying to sort my thoughts... then I tried to clean up, removing my robes and sweater before turning on the shower, but with no energy left, I fell to the floor. Then you came... the rest you know. But before you accuse me, I wasn't in my right mind. I could feel some one else and I foolishly did what they wanted, despite not wanting to harm you. So go on now, hate me." Severus closed his black eyes, the yelling would start soon.
"No... Severus..." The werewolf extended a hand.
"BAH-HUM-BUG!" A yell came through the silent moment. There he stood, Melanin Clide.
***
Well, show's over. See ya in chapter two. Expect violence, betrayal, explanations and a little love.
Disclaimers: I own nothing... Harry Potter and characters copyright (©) J. K. Rowling
I wrote this in a bad mood. Please review.
Chapter One: Bloody Hell
Sprinting down the halls and loosing fast steam, the graying chestnut hair and lost in thought hazeled eyes. Patches of gray and rather untidy robes. Remus Lupin ran down to the potions classroom, desperate to learn as to why...
The doors banged open, smacking against the stonewalls before flying shut, just enough time for the man to go by them. An echoing shout came from the chambers and the man was soon to stop dead. Was that, Severus?
The paled hand pulled a wand from its pocket and the password 'Serpent tongue' was shouted, opening the statue of entangled snakes so the skinny man could crawl through.
Blood laced the floors, hazel eyes blinked back tears quickly before the man continued. The bathroom door was slightly ajar and steam seeped from the crack.
"Severus!" A voice tapped his ears, had someone come to find him in this state? But that was a rival's voice, the werewolf...
The bathroom door was opened. Hazel eyes looked at the floor. The black haired man lay in only his black pants, tears flowing from his eyes onto the floor. Blood ran deep here, the shower was on, an attempt to clean himself by Snape. Remus got to his knees.
"Severus..." He mumbled as he looked over the man's pitiful state.
"C-Come to insult me and watch me die, Lupin?" The black orbs looked menacing as a cough came through the blood-clogged throat.
"Shut up." The man said, letting the tears fall. He gathered his energy and picked the potions master up. Onyx eyes scoffed this action.
"What are you doing?" Snape tried to ask in a more menacing manner, but sounded rather frightened.
"I can help you. So I shall." The werewolf began to run again. Black orbs blinked, tears still free-flowing on the pale cheeks. "You know..." Lupin began, continuing to run as he hit the school grounds. The womping willow drew closer. "I used to think you hated me. But now, I just don't know. Why did you do that?" Remus couldn't look at Severus for long, but he caught glimpse of a startled expression.
"I had to." Severus said bluntly, but it wasn't satisfying.
"Fine, whatever." Remus sighed before kicking the knot and jumping to the pathway beneath the womping willow and continuing to run. Once in the shrieking shack, the werewolf lay the potions master on a couch and went upstairs to get a small tablet. He came back and handed it to the pale man. "Swallow that." He demanded. Pulling up a chair, oddly aware of the entire house's layout. The black haired man gulped down the pill. He slammed his hand to his chest, coughing up blood globs.
"That will clean you out and restore the majority of your blood that you lost. I used to take them after the full moon. Poppy gave me at least four million..." Lupin explained, leaning his gray robed back against the woodened chair. Snape gave a glare of black before laying down once more. So this was how it was... with such a pain in his chest, Snape half-closed his eyes. "Don't fall asleep." The voice cut into the pale ears. This was NOT happening.
"So now what?" Severus asked, onyx orbs piercing at the werewolf's soul.
"Well. You could always explain yourself." Lupin suggested, a vague smile coming to his face.
"Ha." The black haired man looked at the blood on his hand. He wore only his black pants still, having tried to shower himself before falling to the floor of the bathroom where this situation started from.
Hazel eyes narrowed.
"Really Severus, an explanation would be nice." Lupin gave a half glare. Severus looked at the man. He had an almost feminine build, shoulder-length chestnut hair that was prematurely graying. He wasn't even thirty-five... a sigh slipped past the pale lips.
"Of course." Severus Snape coughed a slab of blood up. "Fine then. I had to, as I said before. You don't know it, but I never wanted you to get hurt by the troll, but I had to get you away from it... here, I'll start you at the beginning.
I was in Hogsmeade, walking down to the Three Broomsticks, planning to meet Lucius Malfoy. I was suddenly stopped by a street salesman, but of course, was not interested. However, he handed me a talisman. It read 'Troll', a summon. I felt I had to use it somehow, otherwise it might use itself. So I came up with a plan, simple but powerful. I would set a troll on the school, killing every one I hated, which was most of everyone. They would finally be challenged, and I would have revenge. But I had to keep you safe. I canceled my Lucius meeting and decided to get you distracted. I sent you to Diagon Alley, but you were too quick to return, viewing everyone's slaughter and in the midst, you did a stupid thing, drawing every troll's attention to yourself. So I did what I could to call them away, you didn't exactly help, killing two of them. The talisman expired and soon I saw trolls heading for you. What better for me to do than protect you? But to be honest, I didn't see the man within the troll's shadows though. I got all the trolls down, as you know. But there he was, the man who had given me the talisman. You passed out, falling against my back. The man smirked, came up to me and promptly bit my neck, tearing at it, I thought I was going to die, the pain moved to my chest, there was further pain from every single bite. He smirked once more. I heard you awake, a yell came from you before I turned and ran, the man was gone... everything was just a plot he made up... I went to my chambers, trying to sort my thoughts... then I tried to clean up, removing my robes and sweater before turning on the shower, but with no energy left, I fell to the floor. Then you came... the rest you know. But before you accuse me, I wasn't in my right mind. I could feel some one else and I foolishly did what they wanted, despite not wanting to harm you. So go on now, hate me." Severus closed his black eyes, the yelling would start soon.
"No... Severus..." The werewolf extended a hand.
"BAH-HUM-BUG!" A yell came through the silent moment. There he stood, Melanin Clide.
***
Well, show's over. See ya in chapter two. Expect violence, betrayal, explanations and a little love.