Required words: This is slash, don't own anything from Harry Potter series...
Something Wholly Unpredictable...(part 1)
"Another turning point
A fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist
Directs you where to go
So make the best of this test
And don't ask why
It's not a question
But a lesson learned in time
It's something unpredictable
But in the end is right
I hope you had the time of your life
So take the photographs
And still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf of
Good health and good time
Tattoos of memories
And dead skin on trial
For what it's worth
It was worth all the while
It's something unpredictable
But in the end is right
I hope you had the time of your life
It's something unpredictable
But in the end is right
I hope you had the time of your life
It's something unpredictable
But in the end is right
I hope you had the time of your life"
(Green Day- Good Riddance)
It was the second day of summer and already they had him working in the backyard in the horrid excuse of a garden. He'd ditched his shirt somewhere between seven to eight-thirty AM when the sun decided to turn up the heat a few gazillion notches.
His glasses slid down his nose, he pushed them back up with a soil-covered hand. Then wiped his palms on the worn-out graying pants.
Green eyes darted a brief glance at the sun which was now above his head; in about an hour he'd be able to take a quick break for lunch, the Dursleys decided after he'd passed out twice from the heat (both having occurred yesterday), that he at least be fed lunch . . . a meager one, but food all the same.
Harry grabbed the slightly damp, white shirt from the ground to wipe his chest, back, and neck; the golden ringlet glinted in the afternoon sun . . .
He'd gotten the piercing a few weeks prior . . . and the thing was, Harry was the one that wanted the nipple-piercing to begin with.
Oh well, life had it's little perks like that.
Fifteen heat-scorching minutes later the doorbell at the front of the house rang.
"FREAK! GET THAT DOOR!" Vernon Dursley bellowed from the kitchen; it was his day off from work.
"Yes, Uncle Vernon." Harry sighed, pulling his hand-me-down pants up, (they tended to slip if he wasn't careful . . . he'd left his belt at Hogwarts so he had to use a length of rope he'd found in the tool shed, it didn't work very well . . . but it was something at least.
Trudging down the hall he ran his hand through his raggedy hair, unkempt and dirtier than usual . . . luckily the Dursleys were very hygienic.
Harry grabbed the doorknob then casually swung open the door . . .
"Professor Snape!" (First bit...Stuff that just ended was DeMoN tAiNtEd's intro paragraph)
Not surprisingly, Severus Snape was unaffected by Harry's lack of proprieties; he had had a bit over five years to get used to the boy's poor manners, and the boy couldn't really be blamed for his...ignorance, he had been living in squalor, after all.
Severus eyed the boy closely, taking in the dark unruly ebony hair, the bright green eyes, that sparkled with confusion, the ragged non-quite- covering pants, and the golden gleaming...nipple ring (whatever was that vulgar object's function?) before finally replying to Harry's questioning tone.
"50 points from Gryffindor for an unsurprising lack of manners. Mr. Potter, as much as I regret to have to see you, I am here, and surely even you know it's proper to invite someone in when they knock? Or at the very least, acknowledge their presence properly. Now, if you please..."
Harry, if it was possible, was even more startled when a great force knocked him sideways and into the door, as his repulsively huge cousin Dudley pushed past him at what was an astonishingly fast rate, given his great bulk.
He was to be even more startled and astonished. Dudley was embracing his potions master, practically ravishing him on the porch, all the while screaming, "Sevie, Sevie, you came!"
He was yet more astonished when this immaculate, callous potion master returned the whales embraces. In fact, Harry all but collapsed when the aforementioned potions teacher, responded, "Yes, Duddles-dearest". He then proceeded to kissed Dudley sharply on the lips.
And then finally, did Harry allow himself to collapse onto the barely carpeted floor.
Totchii: This should be interesting, ne? Come on, review! grins I'll give you some cake...! (And yes Jasse, I know this isn't the requested Snape fic...Arrgh, later! I swear I'll do it...someday!)