WARNING AND DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter. Or Severus Snape
unfortunately. This IS Slash. If you do not like Male/Male relationships
DO NOT READ THIS. If You don't mind however feel free to read on.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~ ((Severus's POV))
I stare into those golden eyes, as tears course down my cheeks. How could he do this to me? Doesn't he know I would do anything for him? I bow my head as the beast snarls, and remember.
//"Snape!" I whirl my heart pounding fearing I had been caught Professor Elan, it turns out to be Sirius. "What do you want, Black?" "Can you get something from Remus for me? He's in the shrieking shack." I glare at him even though my heart is leaping about in my chest. "Very amusing Black, you know we aren't allowed off the Grounds at night." "There's a secret passage in the Whomping Willow." "So you want me to go to a supposed secret passage in the Whomping Willow, not getting caught, and then somehow try to convince Lupin that you sent me?" "Yes." "Not a chance." "Please Severus?" I bite my lip as he says my first name. I know he can sense me wavering. "Please? Remus and you study together, surely he'll understand." I let out a breath through clenched teeth. "Fine, but if I get caught I will place all blame on you." Even though I know I wouldn't. He nods and smiles, something in his eyes flashes. "Here's how you get in. . ."//
I collapse on the dirt floor as the giant wolf hovers over me, why won't it kill me and get it over with?
{Wolf's POV} Smells familiar. But is Human. Human. . .reeks of. . .hurt. Why hurt? Hurt by pack? Why care? Must kill Human! But, human is not afraid. . . Why? Is human part of my pack?
[Severus's POV] It comes closer and pushes its nose into my ear; it's cold and wet, I yelp and sit up. The wolf stares into my eyes and I feel like I'm drowning. The eyes are familiar somehow. . . "Remus?" A growl rumbles low in it's throat and I avert my eyes.
{Wolf's POV} Dominance is established. And I nudge the Human; he jumps a little, then reaches out towards me hesitantly. I check the urge to bite his hand off, he is pack now, and you don't hurt pack unless challenged. Then I realize he seeks comfort, as a scared pup would. I allow him to stroke my fur. The smell of fear again assails my nostrils, yet it is not from the human. I hear the pounding of feet and I growl. The human stands as well looking down the tunnel. He says something in human tongue, but I dare not take my attention off the approaching noise. Suddenly deer, which is not food, appears in his human guise. I am puzzled, why is he here? He grabs the human's wrist and begins to pull him away. Pack should not be separated! I leap forward to catch human pack, but deer drags him away. I howl frustratedly not wanting to hurt deer, but torn between that and trying to retrieve pack. The human looks back at me, and in his eyes, I see the promise of his return. I howl again, with confusion and triumph mixed.
[Severus's POV] Potter drags me out onto the grass a good distance away from the willow. "What were you thinking Snape?! You could have been killed!" I look up at him, his glasses are skewed and a lens is cracked where the Whomping Willow got in a hit. I take out my wand at point it at the flawed lens. He stares at me eyes wide, his imagination obviously supplying all the curses I could use on him. "Reparo." I say, my voice hoarse from the crying. The spiderweb of cracks melds together and the glass is again whole.
I put my wand away and as he straightens his glasses, I reply to his earlier question. "Would it matter if I had died Potter?" he blinks at me, looking as if he had just recovered from a Stupefy curse. "Of course it would matter! Your friends," I am genuinely confused by this. "What friends Potter?" ". . . Malfoy and the others. . ." "Lucius?" I laugh bitterly, "He only tolerates me because it's my talent saving his skin in potions." "Crabbe? Goyle?" "Marcus and Alexander? Perhaps, but only if Malfoy gives them permission. If they stood on their own maybe, but as they bow to Malfoy. . ."
James hesitates for a little then asks quietly, "What about Remus?" I stiffen, "I know he would be upset if you died." My lips curl in a familiar sneer, "Upset about my death or about losing his passing grade in Defense against the Dark Arts?" James flushes, his Sapphire eyes flashing, "Now that's not fair Snape!" I sigh and I can feel my shoulders slump, "I know Potter but having a classmate try to kill me has somewhat spoiled my mood." "Really? I couldn't tell." His tone is so, innocent, his face so serene I need to stare into his eyes for a long moment before realizing he's trying to make me laugh. My lips twitch upward, "Come on Potter, before we get caught."
As we reach the entryway I see the frightening figure of Professor Nimar, head of Ravenclaw swooping down on Potter and I, he comes to halt towering over us, "And where Exactly have you been?" "Well, What it is," Potter and I start at the same time, but he holds up his hand "I don't want to hear excuses at this time of night. Headmaster Dumbledore wants to see you. Right away." He then leads us to a gargoyle on the fourth floor and says, "Washinloshana." The Gargoyle jumps up and lands on a ledge revealing a hidden passage, it winks at me as I pass under it. "I think it fancies you." James whispers. I glare at him the blush staining my cheeks giving away my embarrassment.
He grins at me and it hits me that his humor is covering his nervousness and I realize that my knowing Remus as Were has changed the playing field. He's scared that I'll ruin Remus.If this gets out Parents will go stark raving mad. . . I look him straight in the eyes. "I won't tell, James." His eyes turn sky blue in surprise. Then we are at the door to Dumbledore's Office. Prof. Nimar opens the door and ushers us in. "Potter and Snape, Headmaster." "Yes, yes." My eyes are immediately drawn to Dumbledore.
He stares at us over the top of his steepled fingers, "Well Severus, James it seems you two have had quite an adventure." I bow my head. "And for that little excursion I'm afraid you must be punished." James tenses about to speak, but I school my features into a blank mask look up and place a hand on his shoulder. He stops and Dumbledore continues, "James, since you went only to save a fellow student, you will be withheld from quidditch practice for two weeks." He's about to protest but I tighten my grip on his shoulder. "As for you Severus," He sighs as if this causes him great pain. "You are withheld from quidditch for the next month, and you may not go out of doors for that period of time. And I must revoke your privilege of using the spare dungeon for your potion brewing. "
This time not even my silent signals can hold the Gryffindor's tongue. "But that's not fair! It wasn't his fault!" Dumbledore looks sad as if he knows yet is chained to the rules. "Who's fault was it then Mr. Potter?" I watch the valiant boy struggle between keeping me from unjust punishment and betraying one of his best friends. I step forward removing my hand from his shoulder. "As you wish, headmaster. May we be excused now?" The old man closes his eyes, and I think I see disappointment etched in his features before his face is again calm, and he nods.
The gargoyle coos as we pass her on the way down. When we are at, what Potter apparently presumes to be, a safe distance he rounds on me. "Why didn't you tell him?" I stare back calmly. "For the same reason you did not. You did not tell because he is your friend. I did not tell because. . .in Slytherin at least, betraying your classmates leads to. . .unpleasant repercussions."
"You're going to be cooped up in here for a full month! You won't even be able to brew any potions outside of class to keep you occupied!" "I know. Now then, I believe Gryffindor tower is that way from here." I point to our left where an intersecting hallway leads to the Gallery. "Turn left and you should be at the Stairwell, you can find your way from there." I stride down the passage to our right, "Wait!" I turn, "Goodnight, Severus." I nod, "Good night. . .James."
The stairs down to the dungeon are slick, I frown slightly and tap my shoe against it. The muffled clink, the lack of smell, and the slight chill coming through the soles of my shoes inform me that someone as iced the steps. I go slowly, making barely a sound keeping my eyes on the steps in the almost non-existent light of the torches far behind me, I don't dare light the torches near me for fear of awakening professor Elan. I sniff every so often, my highly trained nose picking up the slight tinge of musk, burnt toast and.cinnamon. Bugger. They know that I'd gone out. Damn Lucius, he must have faked sleep waited until I'd left then woken Markus and Alexander. They'd iced the steps just for me, anticipating I would be in a hurry to return to my bed.
I reach the bottom and turn to what appears to be a blank wall. You would pass it on by on your way to the potions room, or the storage rooms, but the tiny carved serpent on the fourth block down from the stairs marks it as the entrance to the Slytherin Dorms. "Servant of the Serpent." The snake nods and slithers it's way along the cracks, the blocks inside it's outline vanishing. I step through the door and listen to the whoosh of displaced air as the portal closes behind me, leaving me in utter darkness.
I close my eyes and visualize the common room. With my eyes shut I begin to maneuver, gently stepping over trip wires placed to hinder intruders, carefully avoiding the three shrieking stones near the entryway to the boys dormitory. I feel my lips twitch as I remember the first time I had encountered them as a first year. Then the silent wards, easily slipped through, I'm almost to my bed when I smell it. With my eyes shut my other senses are heightened. Damn him. Damn ALL Malfoys. A small 'pat' alerts me to his presence before me.
"Well, Well, What takes our fine Slytherin Potions tutor out at this time of night?" "None of your business Lucius." I snarl. I feel the air currents move as something hovers near my face. A hand, judging from the strength of the wind. "Everything that goes on around here is my business." He purrs, and I tense, he never speaks that softly unless he's about to do something very cruel. The whoosh of cloth on stone alerts me to the proximity Of either Marcus or Alexander behind me.I sniff, Burnt toast, Marcus. The grunt as he lunges at me is enough warning, I slide out of his way allowing him to knock into Malfoy and allow myself a small smile at the blondes outraged squawk of surprise.
Suddenly the torches sputter to Life, My eyes snap open and I see Professor Elan standing there, her white hair flying wildly about her face, Cerulean eyes flashing. Her robes billow about her as she glares at us all. The other boys grumble and begin to wake up. "Lucius Malfoy, Marcus Crabbe, Alexander Goyle, and Severus Snape. I might have known." She looks at me. "You will serve detention with me tomorrow afternoon. Now get in bed." I peek under the covers, and pull them back to reveal Blue gunk of an undefined nature. "Mr. Malfoy, you will switch beds with Severus and serve detention with Mr. Filch. Mr. Crabbe, Mr. Goyle, you will serve detention with Professor Flitwick." Silence reigns for a moment as we all stare at her, Then Lucius puts on his most Charming smile.
"Professor," "Don't talk Malfoy. I know who iced my stairs." That shuts him up and she looks around at all those who are staring at us. ". . . Well? Why are you not asleep?" The thuds of heads hitting pillows surrounds us, and I slide into Lucius's bed, across the room from my own. After professor Elan leaves I hear a whispered threat. "I'll get you someday Severus. Someday."
Authors Note: Well? What did you think? I was listing Ideas for my FF9 story and this popped into my head. It's going to be a series. With the next chapter from Remus's Point of view. Please tell me what you think of it so far. =^_^=
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~ ((Severus's POV))
I stare into those golden eyes, as tears course down my cheeks. How could he do this to me? Doesn't he know I would do anything for him? I bow my head as the beast snarls, and remember.
//"Snape!" I whirl my heart pounding fearing I had been caught Professor Elan, it turns out to be Sirius. "What do you want, Black?" "Can you get something from Remus for me? He's in the shrieking shack." I glare at him even though my heart is leaping about in my chest. "Very amusing Black, you know we aren't allowed off the Grounds at night." "There's a secret passage in the Whomping Willow." "So you want me to go to a supposed secret passage in the Whomping Willow, not getting caught, and then somehow try to convince Lupin that you sent me?" "Yes." "Not a chance." "Please Severus?" I bite my lip as he says my first name. I know he can sense me wavering. "Please? Remus and you study together, surely he'll understand." I let out a breath through clenched teeth. "Fine, but if I get caught I will place all blame on you." Even though I know I wouldn't. He nods and smiles, something in his eyes flashes. "Here's how you get in. . ."//
I collapse on the dirt floor as the giant wolf hovers over me, why won't it kill me and get it over with?
{Wolf's POV} Smells familiar. But is Human. Human. . .reeks of. . .hurt. Why hurt? Hurt by pack? Why care? Must kill Human! But, human is not afraid. . . Why? Is human part of my pack?
[Severus's POV] It comes closer and pushes its nose into my ear; it's cold and wet, I yelp and sit up. The wolf stares into my eyes and I feel like I'm drowning. The eyes are familiar somehow. . . "Remus?" A growl rumbles low in it's throat and I avert my eyes.
{Wolf's POV} Dominance is established. And I nudge the Human; he jumps a little, then reaches out towards me hesitantly. I check the urge to bite his hand off, he is pack now, and you don't hurt pack unless challenged. Then I realize he seeks comfort, as a scared pup would. I allow him to stroke my fur. The smell of fear again assails my nostrils, yet it is not from the human. I hear the pounding of feet and I growl. The human stands as well looking down the tunnel. He says something in human tongue, but I dare not take my attention off the approaching noise. Suddenly deer, which is not food, appears in his human guise. I am puzzled, why is he here? He grabs the human's wrist and begins to pull him away. Pack should not be separated! I leap forward to catch human pack, but deer drags him away. I howl frustratedly not wanting to hurt deer, but torn between that and trying to retrieve pack. The human looks back at me, and in his eyes, I see the promise of his return. I howl again, with confusion and triumph mixed.
[Severus's POV] Potter drags me out onto the grass a good distance away from the willow. "What were you thinking Snape?! You could have been killed!" I look up at him, his glasses are skewed and a lens is cracked where the Whomping Willow got in a hit. I take out my wand at point it at the flawed lens. He stares at me eyes wide, his imagination obviously supplying all the curses I could use on him. "Reparo." I say, my voice hoarse from the crying. The spiderweb of cracks melds together and the glass is again whole.
I put my wand away and as he straightens his glasses, I reply to his earlier question. "Would it matter if I had died Potter?" he blinks at me, looking as if he had just recovered from a Stupefy curse. "Of course it would matter! Your friends," I am genuinely confused by this. "What friends Potter?" ". . . Malfoy and the others. . ." "Lucius?" I laugh bitterly, "He only tolerates me because it's my talent saving his skin in potions." "Crabbe? Goyle?" "Marcus and Alexander? Perhaps, but only if Malfoy gives them permission. If they stood on their own maybe, but as they bow to Malfoy. . ."
James hesitates for a little then asks quietly, "What about Remus?" I stiffen, "I know he would be upset if you died." My lips curl in a familiar sneer, "Upset about my death or about losing his passing grade in Defense against the Dark Arts?" James flushes, his Sapphire eyes flashing, "Now that's not fair Snape!" I sigh and I can feel my shoulders slump, "I know Potter but having a classmate try to kill me has somewhat spoiled my mood." "Really? I couldn't tell." His tone is so, innocent, his face so serene I need to stare into his eyes for a long moment before realizing he's trying to make me laugh. My lips twitch upward, "Come on Potter, before we get caught."
As we reach the entryway I see the frightening figure of Professor Nimar, head of Ravenclaw swooping down on Potter and I, he comes to halt towering over us, "And where Exactly have you been?" "Well, What it is," Potter and I start at the same time, but he holds up his hand "I don't want to hear excuses at this time of night. Headmaster Dumbledore wants to see you. Right away." He then leads us to a gargoyle on the fourth floor and says, "Washinloshana." The Gargoyle jumps up and lands on a ledge revealing a hidden passage, it winks at me as I pass under it. "I think it fancies you." James whispers. I glare at him the blush staining my cheeks giving away my embarrassment.
He grins at me and it hits me that his humor is covering his nervousness and I realize that my knowing Remus as Were has changed the playing field. He's scared that I'll ruin Remus.If this gets out Parents will go stark raving mad. . . I look him straight in the eyes. "I won't tell, James." His eyes turn sky blue in surprise. Then we are at the door to Dumbledore's Office. Prof. Nimar opens the door and ushers us in. "Potter and Snape, Headmaster." "Yes, yes." My eyes are immediately drawn to Dumbledore.
He stares at us over the top of his steepled fingers, "Well Severus, James it seems you two have had quite an adventure." I bow my head. "And for that little excursion I'm afraid you must be punished." James tenses about to speak, but I school my features into a blank mask look up and place a hand on his shoulder. He stops and Dumbledore continues, "James, since you went only to save a fellow student, you will be withheld from quidditch practice for two weeks." He's about to protest but I tighten my grip on his shoulder. "As for you Severus," He sighs as if this causes him great pain. "You are withheld from quidditch for the next month, and you may not go out of doors for that period of time. And I must revoke your privilege of using the spare dungeon for your potion brewing. "
This time not even my silent signals can hold the Gryffindor's tongue. "But that's not fair! It wasn't his fault!" Dumbledore looks sad as if he knows yet is chained to the rules. "Who's fault was it then Mr. Potter?" I watch the valiant boy struggle between keeping me from unjust punishment and betraying one of his best friends. I step forward removing my hand from his shoulder. "As you wish, headmaster. May we be excused now?" The old man closes his eyes, and I think I see disappointment etched in his features before his face is again calm, and he nods.
The gargoyle coos as we pass her on the way down. When we are at, what Potter apparently presumes to be, a safe distance he rounds on me. "Why didn't you tell him?" I stare back calmly. "For the same reason you did not. You did not tell because he is your friend. I did not tell because. . .in Slytherin at least, betraying your classmates leads to. . .unpleasant repercussions."
"You're going to be cooped up in here for a full month! You won't even be able to brew any potions outside of class to keep you occupied!" "I know. Now then, I believe Gryffindor tower is that way from here." I point to our left where an intersecting hallway leads to the Gallery. "Turn left and you should be at the Stairwell, you can find your way from there." I stride down the passage to our right, "Wait!" I turn, "Goodnight, Severus." I nod, "Good night. . .James."
The stairs down to the dungeon are slick, I frown slightly and tap my shoe against it. The muffled clink, the lack of smell, and the slight chill coming through the soles of my shoes inform me that someone as iced the steps. I go slowly, making barely a sound keeping my eyes on the steps in the almost non-existent light of the torches far behind me, I don't dare light the torches near me for fear of awakening professor Elan. I sniff every so often, my highly trained nose picking up the slight tinge of musk, burnt toast and.cinnamon. Bugger. They know that I'd gone out. Damn Lucius, he must have faked sleep waited until I'd left then woken Markus and Alexander. They'd iced the steps just for me, anticipating I would be in a hurry to return to my bed.
I reach the bottom and turn to what appears to be a blank wall. You would pass it on by on your way to the potions room, or the storage rooms, but the tiny carved serpent on the fourth block down from the stairs marks it as the entrance to the Slytherin Dorms. "Servant of the Serpent." The snake nods and slithers it's way along the cracks, the blocks inside it's outline vanishing. I step through the door and listen to the whoosh of displaced air as the portal closes behind me, leaving me in utter darkness.
I close my eyes and visualize the common room. With my eyes shut I begin to maneuver, gently stepping over trip wires placed to hinder intruders, carefully avoiding the three shrieking stones near the entryway to the boys dormitory. I feel my lips twitch as I remember the first time I had encountered them as a first year. Then the silent wards, easily slipped through, I'm almost to my bed when I smell it. With my eyes shut my other senses are heightened. Damn him. Damn ALL Malfoys. A small 'pat' alerts me to his presence before me.
"Well, Well, What takes our fine Slytherin Potions tutor out at this time of night?" "None of your business Lucius." I snarl. I feel the air currents move as something hovers near my face. A hand, judging from the strength of the wind. "Everything that goes on around here is my business." He purrs, and I tense, he never speaks that softly unless he's about to do something very cruel. The whoosh of cloth on stone alerts me to the proximity Of either Marcus or Alexander behind me.I sniff, Burnt toast, Marcus. The grunt as he lunges at me is enough warning, I slide out of his way allowing him to knock into Malfoy and allow myself a small smile at the blondes outraged squawk of surprise.
Suddenly the torches sputter to Life, My eyes snap open and I see Professor Elan standing there, her white hair flying wildly about her face, Cerulean eyes flashing. Her robes billow about her as she glares at us all. The other boys grumble and begin to wake up. "Lucius Malfoy, Marcus Crabbe, Alexander Goyle, and Severus Snape. I might have known." She looks at me. "You will serve detention with me tomorrow afternoon. Now get in bed." I peek under the covers, and pull them back to reveal Blue gunk of an undefined nature. "Mr. Malfoy, you will switch beds with Severus and serve detention with Mr. Filch. Mr. Crabbe, Mr. Goyle, you will serve detention with Professor Flitwick." Silence reigns for a moment as we all stare at her, Then Lucius puts on his most Charming smile.
"Professor," "Don't talk Malfoy. I know who iced my stairs." That shuts him up and she looks around at all those who are staring at us. ". . . Well? Why are you not asleep?" The thuds of heads hitting pillows surrounds us, and I slide into Lucius's bed, across the room from my own. After professor Elan leaves I hear a whispered threat. "I'll get you someday Severus. Someday."
Authors Note: Well? What did you think? I was listing Ideas for my FF9 story and this popped into my head. It's going to be a series. With the next chapter from Remus's Point of view. Please tell me what you think of it so far. =^_^=