Ch 13 Black
Just as Snape was pulling himself together from what he had heard, the dog walked in. Pulling himself to his fullest height, Snape looked menacingly at him. "Black," he growled.
"Snivellus," Black jeered.
"Ah, still holding on to…times when you could do something," Snape said airily.
"Still kissing Voldemort's ass I see, Snivellus," Black retorted.
"Watch it Black or I'll curse you into next week," Snape threatened while pointing his wand at Black's chest.
Black backed up a bit, but stood his ground. "Wouldn't want Lily to see you like that...pointing your wand at me, threatening me…you'd be lucky if she forgave you!"
"Don't. Bring. Lily. Into. This," Snape spat. "And for your little brain to comprehend, I'll break it down for you: Lily has already forgiven me."
"Oooh! I hit a touchy spot with Snivellus! Was he in lurv?" Black asked, raising his eyebrows.
Snape bit back a retort and forced himself to calm down. He sighed. "Black, we both want to be rid of each other's presence, so why don't you go first?"
Snape conjured a chair and sat down in it, eyebrows raised in expectance.
Black started pacing, hands clasp behind his back. He took a deep breath before beginning. "In the beginning, I remember Lily asking why I hated you so much. I remember that James and I answered 'because you exist.'"
Somehow, that answer didn't come as a shock to Snape. He was still calm, but his eyes were full of retained hatred. "Go on."
"Well now that I think about it, we really were jerks. We picked on you because you were a greasy git who was friends with a Gryffindor. You were an easy target. I just-I don't know what to say. We were idiots and…" Black mumbled, "I'm sorry."
Snape nodded his head in acknowledgement. "I hated you because of the constant bullying and tricks you were pulling on me. It was bad enough at-"Snape stopped. Just because they were apologizing, it didn't mean he was going to tell him all his secrets. "- it was never ending. I didn't know what I did wrong. I will apologize for sinking to the lower level and insulting you, causing your death."
"Thanks. I'm leaving now, but Lily told me to relay a message," Black said. "She told me to tell you, that James is up next, and she hopes the two of you can sort things out. Well, bye. I'm out of here."
With a pop, Black apparated, leaving Snape sitting in his chair, hands in his face.
Let the hell truly begin, Snape thought sarcastically. The anger in him was so strong, he was slightly surprised that he wasn't catching fire or burning. The anger showed in his eyes, turning the black pits into a swirling whirlpool of frustration and pain. Potter would be next, but how could either of them sort this out?