Disclaimer and Author's Note: Don't own them except for Flavic. You know,
I'm not sure where this story's going anymore but, hey, I'll give it a
whirl. Just telling you that in case you get confused. By the way, this
story takes place in the summer after Goblet of Fire.
Chapter 5: Because He Promised Albus
"Now," Flavic declared with his ever-irritating amiability, "I'm going to have to put you to sleep professor."
Dumbledore nodded firmly at Snape and Snape rolled his eyes heavenward and shifted himself into a comfortable position.
"I am fully prepared to blame you if I wake up with a crick in my neck," Snape warned Flavic in an ominous tone of voice.
"I'm sure you are sir," Flavic smiled.
Putting more pressure on Snape's chest with his hand he murmured, "Dormio."
The moment the spell was spoken Snape began to yawn and in a matter of minutes was sleeping peacefully.
Flavic gave a triumphant grin and whispered to Dumbledore, "I could enter the trance when he's awake too, but I figured that this would make life much easier."
Dumbledore shook his head with amusement, "now you're thinking like a Slytherin."
"God forbid," Flavic said, trying to stifle a laugh and then turned to the task at hand.
With Severus asleep and unable to debate the limits of his body space Flavic took the opportunity to curl up next to the man to make the mental and magical entry easier.
With the gentle glow of white-green magic Flavic closed his eyes and soon his breathing began to even…
Flavic found himself spinning into darkness and was thrown, rather roughly, into the body of Severus Snape. He probed the wrist and formerly twisted ankle to make sure he had bound all the bones and ligaments and then crept through to the various splintered areas, which he found were healing nicely.
It seemed that the man's physical health was in order, though Flavic found it very creepy that Snape could be considered not alive. Now he had better turn to the mental health and attempted to shift into Snape's subconscious and was stopped very abruptly by what seemed to be a literal, "mental block."
It was like facing a large stainless steel wall that just happened to be guarded by a crocodile infested moat and masses of thorns. This was obviously many years worth of work for keeping people out.
"Professor Snape," he called though his mind, and received no response from behind the mental barrier.
Flavic decided to try a more familiar name, "Severus, you need to let me in. I can't help you if you don't let me in."
The voice that was thrown back at him was deep, booming and angry, "I DON'T NEED HELP!"
"If you didn't need help you wouldn't be in a healing trance," Flavic tried to rationalize, but most unfortunately Snape was not feeling particularly rational at the moment., and yelled back, "It wasn't as if I had much of a choice what with the Headmaster telling me to."
Flavic tried again, "Severus, I'll bet the Headmaster would be disappointed in you if you don't let me in."
He had stuck a chord here and the barriers evaporated instantly. It seemed that Flavic had found a threat worse than death to Snape, worse than being sent to Azkaban, the absolute worst threat: failing Albus.
That was food for thought, Flavic pondered. It showed how deep the vampire's loyalty for the Headmaster was.
Coming though the space left by the mental block Flavic found himself in a swirling mass of emotions and memories.
He was bombarded by the stress of returning to the fold, by nerves frazzled from the Crutiatious curse, and by loads of self-loathing. It nearly made Flavic sick to know that this was how Snape felt daily.
And on top of it all was an insatiable hunger for human blood that would never be filled because he had promised Albus that he wouldn't hurt anyone at the school.
That's what it all came down to actually, why a lot of the dark emotions were there, because he had promised Albus.
Because he had promised Albus that he would spy he was under more stress than was needed. Because he promised Albus that he wouldn't hurt anyone at the school was taking potions and lotions to try to dampen his vamperic appearance and try to dull his hunger and those potions and lotions made him greasy of hair and to make his teeth look unclean. And because of his appearance which caused snide remarks from students and faculty he was depressed and wary of people.
And it was all because he felt fierce loyalty to the old wizard, Flavic thought amazed.
Flavic moved through the some memories, most of them were ugly scenes from Snape's Death Eater days through some startling images of Snape hunting. Those, while frightening to the human eye, were joyful to the Potion's Master.
There was a great deal of undeserved misery here, he needed to talk to the Headmaster about that and see if he could try to lessen it. Perhaps tell the students the truth and get rid of the appearance potion. After all, Dumbledore was bringing that werewolf Lupin back next year, why shouldn't he hire a vampire?
While there was much more Flavic wanted to do for Snape at least that might be a start.
He saw a mix of happy and unhappy scenes arise from the depths about Snape's childhood, but before he could get a good look at them he felt the professor stir and decided that now might be a good time to break the bond he'd created between them.
Gently pulling himself away he whispered a soft, "thank you" to the sleeping Severus.
Feeling the discombopulation that came with the breaking of the bond Flavic stood up unsteadily and faced the Headmaster.
Dumbledore noticed that Flavic looked pale and much of his pep was gone. Gathering his things and sticking his wand in his pocket his said in a voice, croaky from little use, "I think we'd better go through a few sessions together, there's a lot he needs to cover."
Nodding, Dumbledore replied, "Severus has always been a complex person."
With a weak smile Flavic replied, "that, sir, is possibly the biggest understatement I have ever heard."
Chapter 5: Because He Promised Albus
"Now," Flavic declared with his ever-irritating amiability, "I'm going to have to put you to sleep professor."
Dumbledore nodded firmly at Snape and Snape rolled his eyes heavenward and shifted himself into a comfortable position.
"I am fully prepared to blame you if I wake up with a crick in my neck," Snape warned Flavic in an ominous tone of voice.
"I'm sure you are sir," Flavic smiled.
Putting more pressure on Snape's chest with his hand he murmured, "Dormio."
The moment the spell was spoken Snape began to yawn and in a matter of minutes was sleeping peacefully.
Flavic gave a triumphant grin and whispered to Dumbledore, "I could enter the trance when he's awake too, but I figured that this would make life much easier."
Dumbledore shook his head with amusement, "now you're thinking like a Slytherin."
"God forbid," Flavic said, trying to stifle a laugh and then turned to the task at hand.
With Severus asleep and unable to debate the limits of his body space Flavic took the opportunity to curl up next to the man to make the mental and magical entry easier.
With the gentle glow of white-green magic Flavic closed his eyes and soon his breathing began to even…
Flavic found himself spinning into darkness and was thrown, rather roughly, into the body of Severus Snape. He probed the wrist and formerly twisted ankle to make sure he had bound all the bones and ligaments and then crept through to the various splintered areas, which he found were healing nicely.
It seemed that the man's physical health was in order, though Flavic found it very creepy that Snape could be considered not alive. Now he had better turn to the mental health and attempted to shift into Snape's subconscious and was stopped very abruptly by what seemed to be a literal, "mental block."
It was like facing a large stainless steel wall that just happened to be guarded by a crocodile infested moat and masses of thorns. This was obviously many years worth of work for keeping people out.
"Professor Snape," he called though his mind, and received no response from behind the mental barrier.
Flavic decided to try a more familiar name, "Severus, you need to let me in. I can't help you if you don't let me in."
The voice that was thrown back at him was deep, booming and angry, "I DON'T NEED HELP!"
"If you didn't need help you wouldn't be in a healing trance," Flavic tried to rationalize, but most unfortunately Snape was not feeling particularly rational at the moment., and yelled back, "It wasn't as if I had much of a choice what with the Headmaster telling me to."
Flavic tried again, "Severus, I'll bet the Headmaster would be disappointed in you if you don't let me in."
He had stuck a chord here and the barriers evaporated instantly. It seemed that Flavic had found a threat worse than death to Snape, worse than being sent to Azkaban, the absolute worst threat: failing Albus.
That was food for thought, Flavic pondered. It showed how deep the vampire's loyalty for the Headmaster was.
Coming though the space left by the mental block Flavic found himself in a swirling mass of emotions and memories.
He was bombarded by the stress of returning to the fold, by nerves frazzled from the Crutiatious curse, and by loads of self-loathing. It nearly made Flavic sick to know that this was how Snape felt daily.
And on top of it all was an insatiable hunger for human blood that would never be filled because he had promised Albus that he wouldn't hurt anyone at the school.
That's what it all came down to actually, why a lot of the dark emotions were there, because he had promised Albus.
Because he had promised Albus that he would spy he was under more stress than was needed. Because he promised Albus that he wouldn't hurt anyone at the school was taking potions and lotions to try to dampen his vamperic appearance and try to dull his hunger and those potions and lotions made him greasy of hair and to make his teeth look unclean. And because of his appearance which caused snide remarks from students and faculty he was depressed and wary of people.
And it was all because he felt fierce loyalty to the old wizard, Flavic thought amazed.
Flavic moved through the some memories, most of them were ugly scenes from Snape's Death Eater days through some startling images of Snape hunting. Those, while frightening to the human eye, were joyful to the Potion's Master.
There was a great deal of undeserved misery here, he needed to talk to the Headmaster about that and see if he could try to lessen it. Perhaps tell the students the truth and get rid of the appearance potion. After all, Dumbledore was bringing that werewolf Lupin back next year, why shouldn't he hire a vampire?
While there was much more Flavic wanted to do for Snape at least that might be a start.
He saw a mix of happy and unhappy scenes arise from the depths about Snape's childhood, but before he could get a good look at them he felt the professor stir and decided that now might be a good time to break the bond he'd created between them.
Gently pulling himself away he whispered a soft, "thank you" to the sleeping Severus.
Feeling the discombopulation that came with the breaking of the bond Flavic stood up unsteadily and faced the Headmaster.
Dumbledore noticed that Flavic looked pale and much of his pep was gone. Gathering his things and sticking his wand in his pocket his said in a voice, croaky from little use, "I think we'd better go through a few sessions together, there's a lot he needs to cover."
Nodding, Dumbledore replied, "Severus has always been a complex person."
With a weak smile Flavic replied, "that, sir, is possibly the biggest understatement I have ever heard."