Title: Curse of Fate: Outtake Nine, Severus Verses the Barbarians
Author: Mistress Nika
Rating: G-ish
Summary: The beginning of Severus' downward spiral into madness.
Pairings: nada
Warnings: nada
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Notes: Part one of the "Things Chasing Severus" series.
Severus Verses the Barbarians AKA Harry Takes No Credit For This One
Minerva McGonagall was steadily working through the seemingly never-ending stacks of paperwork that came with the office of Headmistress when her door was thrown open and a frantic Severus Snape burst in. His eyes were wild, he was panting heavily and his robes were askew as he rushed her desk. For a moment, she thought he was going to try to climb over it to get away from whatever was apparently chasing him, but he just leaped over the corner with one graceful move and grasped the back of her chair with white-knuckled hands.
"Severus!" she exclaimed in shock as he tugged the large, unwieldy and very heavy chair full of surprised witch around to face him with inhuman strength.
"Habidha!!" he shouted, grabbing her shoulders and shaking them wildly.
The confused woman batted at his hands ineffectually as he continued to shake her.
"Minerva! Men! Follow! Loin cloths! SPEARS!!"
"Severus!" she demanded, finally managing to pry his fingers off. "If you don't calm down, I can't help you!"
He paused, took several deep breaths and visibly controlled himself. Drawing himself up to his full height, he attempted to impart on her the seriousness of the situation. "Minerva," he began in a tightly restrained voice. "I'm being followed, everywhere I go, by several large men in loin cloths carrying SPEARS! They even tried to follow me into the toilet!"
By the end of his declaration, his false composure had broken and he'd lapsed back into a frenzied panic.
Minerva just smirked, seeing several sets of curious eyes belonging to a group of barbarian-like men peering in through her open door.
"Ah," she said calmly. "I thought they'd gotten lost."
