Happy Birthday Snape

Happy Birthday Snape!

Sirius Black walked into the Gryffindor common room to find his best friend James Potter was doing his homework on the Unidentified Charms. He went to him and sat next to him. "Hey, James. Guess what?"

James looked up to him with raised eyebrows. "What?"

"Someone's 16 tomorrow."

James frowned. "I thought your birthday's on May."

"Not me", Sirius muttered.

"Then who?"

"Snape?"

"So?"

"Well, I was thinking about giving him a present."

James looked at his friend with an expression of disbelief. "Are you sure you're not some Slytherin under a PolyJuice Potion cover?"

"I am not. Have you ever seen a Slytherin talking as smartly as I do?"

James chortled. "Sirius Black never talks smart."

"Gee thanks, I'm hurt."

"Just kiding, Padfoot. So what's with Oily Snape's birthday?"

"Like I said, I wanna give him a present."

"Like what?"

"What usually makes him angry?"

James thought. "Us."

"Okay, what about us usually makes him angry?"

"A lot", James rolled his eyes. "Qudditch, lessons, Lily-"

"That's you", Sirius pointed.

James grinned. "But most of all, I think it must be our friendship", he frowned again at Sirius' triumphant smirk. "Are you trying to say......"

Sirius nodded. "Happy Birthday Snape."

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