An Interlude in "Betrayed, Rescued, and Revenge!"
Proudly presented by W.Kathy and her fickle muse – Windy (Now you know what the "W" in my name stands for.)
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A Dog, His Ex-Enemy and His Godson"You…..you….DOG!" Snape pointed an accusing finger at his mortal enemy, Sirius Black.
"Now now Sevy, that's stating the obvious, isn't it?" Sirius changed back and smirked. Caught in the act of turning into Padfoot, Sirius had no choice but to admit his animagi talent.
"You are an unregistered animagus! Flea-rodden, good-for-nothing…." The indignant ex-Potions Master of Hogwarts trailed off as hands sneaked round his waist.
"Sev! Why are you so angry?" Large innocent emerald eyes gaze up into obsidian ones.
"Nothing, it's nothing, Harry." The sneering man smiled at seeing his protégé. He returned Harry's hug lightly and turned to glare one last time at the boy's Godfather.
"Padfoot! What are you doing? You are supposed to be cooking tonight!" Harry examined the quaint kitchen that now looked like it got caught in the middle of a tornado. Flour littered the counter, plates were either cracked or smashed, and unidentifiable substances decorated the used-to-be clean cream-colored walls.
"Eh….I was trying to bake a seafood pasta?"
"So, where is it?" Not known for tact, Harry asked point-blank.
"Well, that is, the thing is…."
"Oh for Merlin's sake, just get out and I'll do the rest." An irate Severus added under his breath, "Like I always do." He couldn't resist but asked curiously, "By the way, why did you change into your animagus form in the middle of preparing dinner?"
A sheepish cough before a quiet voice replied. "Thought I could pretend to be a dog, play dead and get out of this mess?"
Of all the stupid ideas that mutt has, this has got to top it. Unable to control himself, Severus Snape, a man well-known for his patented glares, sneers and terrorizing students, burst out laughing.
Two pairs of huge disbelieving eyes and dropped jaws stared at the rare sight before them. Sirius recovered first, and croaked, "I wish I had a camera…" There was a thud when Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Fainted, say the Deatheater-turned-Spy conjure a neon-pink, frilly apron, and happily put it on. "Shoo boys, I have to make dinner now."
-End of Random Silliness-
A/N: Oh Merlin! I wish I had a camera too! Snape in a pink apron! Smiling! I wish I have a camera too…
Shoo readers, I have to go have lunch now. Remember to review!