Disclaimer and Author's Note: This is a really weird chapter but I wanted
to add in another wrinkle from Severus' past. I only own Flavic which is a
real shame as he isn't as cool as Snape. I hope you enjoy this chapter and
if it is just too random for your blood, please don't flame me.
Chapter 3: Things My Mother Gave Me
When Flavic disappeared with a pop, promising to Apparate over to the edge of the grounds, (since you couldn't Apparate on school grounds as Hermione often lectured.) Snape made his appearance and limped into his living quarters.
The lair of the most terrifying teacher was on the smallish side and nearly everything was done in black. When you walked in you were greeted with a small round room with a roaring fireplace opposite the door. The left side of the dark stone room was covered with masses of bookshelves and a large old worktable with large wooden shelves above it. While the desk and it's accompanying shelves were old and scratched up it was more probable that Snape would kiss Trelawny than ask Minvera McGonagall to Transfigure him new furniture and that was really saying something. On the right side of the room was a small black couch and in the corner by the fireplace was a large armchair, which was, oddly enough, red.
And it was in this out of place red armchair that Dumbledore was now reclining after his conversation with the Healer. He tugged at his long silver beard thoughtfully as Snape made his entrance.
" 'Can't be that bad'?" Snape repeated tonelessly, "those are words I don't believe I've ever heard used to describe me."
Dumbledore gestured to the couch, unsure of how to reply to such a self- mocking remark. Snape limped over and sat, folding his arms across his chest in his typical vampiric style.
"Do you want anything Severus?" The older wizard inquired anxiously.
"No," came the short sullen response.
"Would you like a coverlet?" Dumbledore asked, thinking that Snape looked a little cold.
"Albus," a warning tone was etched in Snape's deep voice.
"I suppose not," Dumbledore surrendered.
"Stop mothering me Headmaster," Snape growled wrapping his arms tighter around himself.
Dumbledore had to smile at that, despite the rude tone used to deliver the message. "Really Severus, didn't your mother pester you like that when you were a boy?"
Snape stared at him as though he had admitted to insanity and then shook his head with something like amusement.
Drusilla Snape was one of the most finicky people Severus knew and had bothered him about cleanliness his entire life.
"Headmaster, do you remember anything about my mother?"
"Well, yes actually, I remember she always bothering you about the condition of your teeth, or hair, or robes…"
Snape smiled bitterly, "That's because she-"
At that moment Snape was abruptly cut off by the entrance of Flavic Cowan who bounded in with more enthusiasm than Snape thought was humanly possible.
Green robes swishing about him Cowan strode over to give the Headmaster a friendly handshake and then he turned to Snape who regarded him with the kind of "pleasant disposition" he reserved for Harry Potter.
Not at all perturbed by the frosty welcoming sneer Snape had given him he reached out and shook Snape's hand with the same degree of liveliness he had done Dumbledore's.
"Dr. Flavic Cowan, you'd be Severus Snape right?" Without waiting for confirmation he suddenly exclaimed, "good God man, your had is like ice!"
Suddenly Dumbledore remembered what Snape had been about to say about his mother and hid his smile, wondering how Severus would handle so awkward a situation.
"That's perfectly normal sir," Snape tried to assure the man, "it's because my mother was-"
Not waiting for the explanation Cowan grabbed the black coverlet off the couch and tried putting it around Snape to warm the man up before he started doing magical scans over the man to search for internal damage.
Struggling out of the coverlet Snape protested, "but you don't understand, my mother-"
"I'm sure she was a lovely lady," Cowan replied absently as he got his wand, some Healing Balm, and a few vials of various potions out of his small black bag.
"That's the thing sir, she WASN'T a lady," Snape managed to get out through gritted teeth.
"Well that's a perfectly dreadful thing to say about one's mum," Cowan said, sounding shocked at the rude reference to the other man's parent.
Snape groaned when Flavic attempted to take his pulse. Flavic took a step back, a horrified look on his face, "there's no pulse." His eyes flitted up to Snape who was scowling and looking, for all the world, very much alive.
"If you had let me get a damn word in you'd know WHY!" Snape yelled, loosing his temper.
Frightened, Cowan looked back a Dumbledore, "what's all this about Albus?"
Chuckling slightly Dumbledore said, "Flavic, Severus IS right, you'd have known if you'd listened to him."
"What are you talking about? The man was just going on about his mother."
"Exactly," Dumbledore explained patiently, "the reason Severus doesn't have a pulse is because Mrs. Drusilla Snape was a vampire."
Chapter 3: Things My Mother Gave Me
When Flavic disappeared with a pop, promising to Apparate over to the edge of the grounds, (since you couldn't Apparate on school grounds as Hermione often lectured.) Snape made his appearance and limped into his living quarters.
The lair of the most terrifying teacher was on the smallish side and nearly everything was done in black. When you walked in you were greeted with a small round room with a roaring fireplace opposite the door. The left side of the dark stone room was covered with masses of bookshelves and a large old worktable with large wooden shelves above it. While the desk and it's accompanying shelves were old and scratched up it was more probable that Snape would kiss Trelawny than ask Minvera McGonagall to Transfigure him new furniture and that was really saying something. On the right side of the room was a small black couch and in the corner by the fireplace was a large armchair, which was, oddly enough, red.
And it was in this out of place red armchair that Dumbledore was now reclining after his conversation with the Healer. He tugged at his long silver beard thoughtfully as Snape made his entrance.
" 'Can't be that bad'?" Snape repeated tonelessly, "those are words I don't believe I've ever heard used to describe me."
Dumbledore gestured to the couch, unsure of how to reply to such a self- mocking remark. Snape limped over and sat, folding his arms across his chest in his typical vampiric style.
"Do you want anything Severus?" The older wizard inquired anxiously.
"No," came the short sullen response.
"Would you like a coverlet?" Dumbledore asked, thinking that Snape looked a little cold.
"Albus," a warning tone was etched in Snape's deep voice.
"I suppose not," Dumbledore surrendered.
"Stop mothering me Headmaster," Snape growled wrapping his arms tighter around himself.
Dumbledore had to smile at that, despite the rude tone used to deliver the message. "Really Severus, didn't your mother pester you like that when you were a boy?"
Snape stared at him as though he had admitted to insanity and then shook his head with something like amusement.
Drusilla Snape was one of the most finicky people Severus knew and had bothered him about cleanliness his entire life.
"Headmaster, do you remember anything about my mother?"
"Well, yes actually, I remember she always bothering you about the condition of your teeth, or hair, or robes…"
Snape smiled bitterly, "That's because she-"
At that moment Snape was abruptly cut off by the entrance of Flavic Cowan who bounded in with more enthusiasm than Snape thought was humanly possible.
Green robes swishing about him Cowan strode over to give the Headmaster a friendly handshake and then he turned to Snape who regarded him with the kind of "pleasant disposition" he reserved for Harry Potter.
Not at all perturbed by the frosty welcoming sneer Snape had given him he reached out and shook Snape's hand with the same degree of liveliness he had done Dumbledore's.
"Dr. Flavic Cowan, you'd be Severus Snape right?" Without waiting for confirmation he suddenly exclaimed, "good God man, your had is like ice!"
Suddenly Dumbledore remembered what Snape had been about to say about his mother and hid his smile, wondering how Severus would handle so awkward a situation.
"That's perfectly normal sir," Snape tried to assure the man, "it's because my mother was-"
Not waiting for the explanation Cowan grabbed the black coverlet off the couch and tried putting it around Snape to warm the man up before he started doing magical scans over the man to search for internal damage.
Struggling out of the coverlet Snape protested, "but you don't understand, my mother-"
"I'm sure she was a lovely lady," Cowan replied absently as he got his wand, some Healing Balm, and a few vials of various potions out of his small black bag.
"That's the thing sir, she WASN'T a lady," Snape managed to get out through gritted teeth.
"Well that's a perfectly dreadful thing to say about one's mum," Cowan said, sounding shocked at the rude reference to the other man's parent.
Snape groaned when Flavic attempted to take his pulse. Flavic took a step back, a horrified look on his face, "there's no pulse." His eyes flitted up to Snape who was scowling and looking, for all the world, very much alive.
"If you had let me get a damn word in you'd know WHY!" Snape yelled, loosing his temper.
Frightened, Cowan looked back a Dumbledore, "what's all this about Albus?"
Chuckling slightly Dumbledore said, "Flavic, Severus IS right, you'd have known if you'd listened to him."
"What are you talking about? The man was just going on about his mother."
"Exactly," Dumbledore explained patiently, "the reason Severus doesn't have a pulse is because Mrs. Drusilla Snape was a vampire."