Candeh – My dad is such an ass hole. I'm grounded for guess what…nothing, so I can't go on the computer for a week. I feel bad for all you guys looking for an update, so here's another chapter. Please stay with me. I'll be back in a week. You can thank my ass hole of a dad. I'm so pissed.
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Chapter Eleven –
Suppressed Memories
"Where are you right now, Severus?" Professor Plax said.
Snape was in a trance, and Remus, right next to him, was next.
"I am outside Hogsmade."
"Who is with you?"
"James, Peter, Sirius and Remus."
"What are they doing?"
"Sirius is holding me down with Peter and James is in front of me."
"What have they done to you, Severus?" Professor Plax says calmly, enjoying the sight of Snape unconscious and talking. Remus looked uncomfortable, and the pinched the bridge of his nose. He knew what was coming next, in fact, he could remember this incident perfectly.
"James put a jinx on me and I am barfing up slugs," Snape continued to say, his eyes closed. His body was limp in his chair and Remus felt for him. He sunk lower in his chair, biting his lip, regretting everything.
"And what are they saying?" Professor Plax continues.
"James is telling me that I shouldn't be so clumsy with my food and Sirius is trying to stuff it back in my mouth. Peter is laughing."
"And what are you saying?"
"I am telling them that they are going to eat their words. That I am going to make them pay. That they are going to regret this."
"And what do they do?"
"Laugh."
Professor Plax nods, turning to Remus. "Do you see what has happened?" Remus didn't look at him, instead, he kept his eyes on the floor, burying his face in his hands. He really did not want to be there right now. He nodded. "I fear that Severus here has taken old incidents and that is the main block between you and him. I'm going to ask him what you were doing there, alright?" Remus nodded. "Severus, what is Remus doing?"
"He is in the corner."
"What does he look like?"
"He is wearing shabby clothes because he is poor and can't afford anything else. He is biting his lip and trying to call Sirius back, but they don't hear him, so he stops."
"What does he say?"
"He is saying, 'C'mon guys, let's go' and 'Alright, that's enough.'"
"What do his friends do?"
"They call him over."
"And Remus does what?"
"Reluctantly comes, hugging the book in his hands." Remus sighed, running fingers through his brown hair. He closes his eyes sadly and tried to block out Snape's voice, but he could still hear it, and opened his eyes knowing there was literally no escape.
"What is happening now?"
"Sirius is telling Remus to punch me in the face."
"And does he?"
"No."
"What does he do?"
"He says he is not feeling well. He says that he is too weak."
"What does James do?"
"He tells him that he can do it lightly if he wants to, just do it as hard as he can."
"And does he?"
"No."
"What does he do?"
"He looks somewhere else."
"Right then. What happens next?"
"A teacher spots us."
"Is that all?"
"They scatter."
"And what about Remus?"
"He scatters too, then mutters a charm to make me stop throwing up. I see him do it, but nobody else does and I glare at him. He tries to smile at me and I am making my way towards him, thinking about punching him, when the teacher calls me back."
"How do you feel?"
"Humiliated."
Remus cowered. "I – "
"Shh, Remus," Professor Plax said. He turned back to Snape. "Is that all?"
"Yes."
"Alright then," he said and snapped his fingers. Instantly, Snape's eyes flickered open and he tried to regain his focus.
"What the bloody hell just happened?" he said, angry.
"You're about to see," Professor Plax said, now turning to Remus. Remus tried to protest.
"No – wait – I –" but Professor Plax had already snapped his fingers and instantly Remus was out, unconscious, slumped in his seat and eyes closed. Snape rose from his chair.
"Did you just do that to me?" Snape said, his face red. Professor Plax nodded. "What do you make me do?" He stepped forward, grabbing Professor Plax's collar and shook him about. Professor Plax remained calm, deviant; an evil glint in his eye.
"I am making you suppress another memory."
"Didn't we already do this?" Snape said, letting him go.
"No."
"Yes we did!"
"No, Severus, you are mistaken." Remus continued to slump on the chair, completely out.
"Yes we did!" Snape said, enraged. He knew they had done this before. "You're running out of ideas, aren't you?" Snape spins on his heels at him, grabbing the table. "You're some lousy therapist!"
Professor Plax stood up, "Sit down before I hex you!"
"I should have known Dumbledore would have hired someone so – "
"SIT DOWN!" Professor Plax's voice was more angry than it had ever been, but Snape's face remained angry, too. Reluctantly, he sat back down in his chair, folding his arms. He grumbled to himself, hating everyone in the room. Professor Plax turned back to Remus.
"Where are you right now, Remus?"
"A lake."
"Who is there?"
"Villagers."
"What do they want?"
"They know that I am a werewolf."
"And what are they doing?"
"Holding me underwater."
Snape shifted in his chair, then perked. "Is this what you did to me? You made me suppress some memory and share it with you?" He threw his hands up in the air, slouching further in his seat, covering his eyes. Professor Plax payed no attention to him.
"What are you doing?"
"I can't breathe."
"Do they let you up?"
"A few times."
"What do they say?"
"One is saying that they don't want a half-breed in their neighborhood. Another one is saying that he's going to kill me. Another one punches me in the face and the water is turning red."
"Are you saying anything to them?"
"I am trying to tell them that I am not going to hurt them." Snape snorted.
"Are you fighting back?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"They will think I am going to hurt them."
"Are you weak?"
"Yes."
"So you do not do anything because you are weak and because if you try to shake them off, they will mistake it for a fight?"
"Yes."
"Talk about weak," Snape mumbled, but again, he was ignored. He rolled over on the chair, facing Remus. His face was scrounged up sadly and he looked as if he had just been punched in the face. Snape looked away, picking at a fingernail. "Is this some attempt to make me feel sorry for him?"
"He felt sorry for you."
Snape looked at Remus. "That's because it was half his fault."
"From what I understand you are more angry with his friends then him."
Snape's voice rose up. "You don't understand anything." Professor Plax continued and Snape grit his teeth, clenching his fists in rage. He did not like being ignored, especially to an conscious werewolf.
"What are they doing now?"
"They are pushing me under water."
"What are you doing?"
"I can't breathe, I am trying to get up."
"You have started to fight back?"
"No, I'm trying to breathe."
"Are you still underwater?"
"No, someone has just pulled me up and I am out of the water. I am bleeding. I can't see. I think someone has kicked me, but I'm not sure."
"Why are you not sure?"
"Because there is pain everywhere."
"And then what happens?"
"I am passed out and they drag me over to the lake and place me in it again. I am sinking to the bottom."
"How do you get out?"
"There is a woman who helps me out. She is dragging me to the ground again, then sees the scars on my face. She knows what I am and she backs away slowly, then runs form the forest."
"When do you wake up?"
"The next morning."
"What do you do?"
"I am coughing up water."
"Is that all?"
"Yes."
"Alright, we're done." And Professor Plax snapped his fingers and Remus was back in the room, blinking wildly. He clutched his head and moaned.
"Save it," Snape said.
"Now what have we learned today?" Professor Plax said.
"How to drown a werewolf." Remus went incredibly pale.
- - - - - -
"That was not funny," Remus said, stomping over to Snape in the middle of a dark hall. The students were asleep and it had been the professors duties to make sure that there was no one out and about. Snape smirked at him.
"It wasn't supposed to be."
Remus showed his teeth and growled.
"Oh no, don't attack me, please," Snape said, then laughed.
Remus sighed. "Look," he said, finally. "I just wanted to apologize again and the school days. I was stupid and young and…"
"I get it," Snape said, "For the millionth time." His face was angry and red and fuming and Remus took a step back, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Right. Well."
The two of them stared at each other for a long time and finally, Snape was the first one to speak. "If you ever repeat that to anybody, I'll personally gather a whole group of villagers."
Remus' eyes flashed. "I'm not going to tell anyone."
Snape's face went into a smirk. They again stood in silence, staring at each other; Snape glaring as if it was the time for him to leave, and Remus as if there was more to be said. Snape grimaced.
"I think Professor Plax is running out of ideas," Snape said at last.
"What?"
"We've already done that memory crap."
"Oh," Remus said. "Yea, I know."
"He's a horrible therapist."
Remus seemed uncomfortable talking badly about someone, but nodded.
"I should have known Dumbledore would send someone so unqualified," Snape said, eyeing Remus, hoping he would get the hint. Remus, however, didn't and just looked past him.
"So, you accept my apology?" he said, his voice low.
Snape growled once again, a low deep pitch and then pointed his wand at him. "Get the hell away from me, wolf." Remus looked at the wand to Snape's eyes, nodded, then walked away, knowing that the wand was still pointed at his back until he turned to corner.
