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Please if you read review. I'd really like to know what you think of this fic. Whatever it is. Hugs Aliera
CRUMBLING MYTHS
Quarrel
The owlery was not one of Severus' favourite places. It was full of owls, for one thing, and hiding there wasn't easy. Those unblinking eyes staring from up there, on their perches. The Marauders were there though, so up he went to the high tower.
The last day of November was coming to an end and there were shadows creeping inside the owlery, through the large windows.
Shadows were Severus' habitat by nature. He slid silently inside and dived on the dirty straw for better camouflage.
As usual, the Marauders were there sitting on the straw and conspiring about one thing or other.
'Golden Boy' James and Peter lard ball were laughing at some thing Black had said before Severus' entrance. Lupin seemed also pleased but was less expansive in his mirth.
"Anyway." Said James. "When we get to Hogsmeade, we'll have to find a fireplace we can use."
"It can't be at the 'Three Broomsticks' . " Warned Sirius, all knowledgeable. "Rosemerta is always there. It is already difficult to get out of the passage in there, unnoticed."
"What do you mean 'unnoticed'." Pointed Lupin. "She never told on us, and she gives us butter beer. Are you sure she doesn't know about the passage?"
"Or that we are second year students, for that matter." Added James. "Still, I agree with Sirius. She wouldn't go so far as to let us use her fireplace. We'll have to investigate a better place to use this." He raised the flask in his hand.
"Won't your parents miss it?" Asked Lupin carefully. "They didn't send me a howler yet. I've been keeping this since the term's beginning. I just took a bit but it's enough for us to get in Diagon Alley and back."
"This is such a good idea." Said Pettigrew delighted.
"It's going to be fun!" Assured Potter. "Going to London without our parents. Doing whatever we want."
"Better yet." Reminded Black. "We won't get caught. We'll have to go after breakfast. We'll have to come up with an excuse to miss lunch and maybe dinner and be back before curfew."
"We'll do it." Concluded Potter.
Severus was on a roll. This sure had been productive. He didn't know where the secret passage begin, but at least he knew now where it ended. The idiots didn't seem focused on using it today but suddenly, Severus felt more interested in the flask with floo powder in James' hands. It spoke volumes. It seemed Severus' misadventure was inspiring them.
He could vomit.
The fucking bastard had stolen the powder after finding the used fireplace and had probably put everything in place before the adults got there.
Maybe he should wait patiently, to watch their next move. He could become their shadow, see where they were going and how they were going. He could tell on them later.
Then again, Severus was not a patient person and didn't relish on having to follow those Gryffindors. So he decided for a plan a bit less elegant. He stood up and cleaned the hay sticks on his cloak, slowly and purposefully.
The others saw him stand and fell into a tense silence. Then they stood too. Severus saw James putting the flask quickly, in his pocket.
Severus smiled maliciously, as he calmly faced his four opponents.
"So. Where do you think you are going?"
"You snoop!" Growled Sirius.
"Oh, yes. You're not going to mess around. I'm telling on you."
"What's that to you?" As usual, Black was Severus' main antagonist. "Is it your privilege?" He screamed.
The more angry Sirius got, the more Severus felt smugly in control of the situation.
"Yes it is. I'm sure you must be eager to step in the dumpster. Actually, I would hope you to stay there. Expect it even. I believe a dumpster is where you belong. But as much as it saddens me, I feel it my duty to report on you. Maybe to McGonagall. She's fair, so she'll have your heads in a plate for this."
"Shut up!" Furious, Black moved forward attempting to punch Severus.
James grabbed him from behind to avoid a fight. He didn't need to have bothered. With vampire enhanced reflexes Severus was easily able to avoid Black's fists.
With a bigger than ever smile, Severus continued;
"And Jamie. When are you expecting that howler? It must be due soon, since you do intend to go through with it, don't you? I hope you do. I'm eager to listen to every single word. Or maybe they won't do anything. Potters do get away with murder."
This time he wasn't so quick. James was quite fast with a wand and Severus was busy, watching all the four of them. "Clavus."
Severus hardly had time to block the warts spell.
Pettigrew, encouraged by Potter's apparent success, tried his luck.
"Adustio!"
Severus felt his skin burning, as if with a strong sun burn. It was horribly interesting that timid, lard ball, butt sucker Pettigrew would be using such an aggressive spell. Severus attacked with a tickle spell (Titillare!) before turning his wand to himself to quell the burn. Merlin, it hurt! The fat imbecile didn't have a clue on how effective his choice of spell had been on damphir's sensitive skin.
Severus didn't have time for a duel. He had a goal to achieve. Pettigrew was technically out of the way, in his back on the dirty floor, clutching his belly and laughing his head out. Lupin was vacillating but Black didn't have his qualms. He had took his wand out and was pointing it to Severus.
"Maybe I should glue your mouth!" Said the black haired Gryffindor. "Or take your voice. I would be doing a favour to the world."
This was a serious threat. If Severus didn't have a voice, he'd be unable to defend himself from anything else they'd throw at him. Plus he'd have to find help to reverse the damage and he didn't really wish to have anyone knowing about this scuffle. Sticking fast to his initial plan, Severus jumped over Sirius, kicking and punching savagely.
No longer uncertain, Lupin joined the fist fight to aid his friend. James did try to separate them, but when Severus gave him a strong punch in the jaw, he forgot his good intentions and kicked as hard as he could.
Severus was quick, and his permanency with homeless muggle children had taught him some tricks, but they were three against one and those odds were not good. He had known what he was getting into from the start. He just wasn't seeing a way out of it.
"Hurry! They're beating the crap out of him!" He heard a high pitched voice warning.
Then, the owlery was full with Slytherins from the fourth and fifth years, who separated the fighters without a sweat.
Everything was hurting, but Severus felt exhilarated. The scene was ironic. Between other fourth years, was none other than Lucius Malfoy. Who would guess that he'd ever be saved by the snotty, aloof bastard? He could also see Potter, Black and Lupin held still by the elder students, glaring furiously at him, the beginning of ugly bruises forming on their faces. Severus didn't want to imagine HIS face. To finish the painting, Pettigrew was still on the floor, almost choking with laughter.
"What was this all about?" Asked a fifth year student, Slytherin head boy. He was demanding the answer from Severus, ignoring the insignificant Gryffindors.
"We were fighting." Answered Severus casually.
"Actually, they were beating you to pulp." Pointed out one other Slytherin.
"Yes, Gryffindors are cowards." Agreed Severus.
Sirius released himself from his captor and tried a jump on Severus. He was ready this time, but the others didn't let them restart the fight.
"It's enough!" Yelled the head boy. "Everybody goes to their respective common rooms! I'll give notice about this to both heads of houses. Now move! You Gryffindors go first."
Holding laughing idiot Pettigrew between themselves, the Marauders left the owlery, sending dark glares to Severus who smirked in spite of the pain.
When they were too far to be able to hear, a younger voice asked;
"Are you really going to tell on Severus to Hassan?"
Severus looked up to find his saviour had been Will Wilkes.
"Of course not!" Answered the head boy, as if the simple notion was an idiocy. "Do you think I want Slytherin to lose points? I'll try to make the Gryffindors lose them without letting trouble spread to us." He winked.
Severus had just the way to do it. Or rather he had before starting the fight he'd provoked. Now he decided he'd better just shut his mouth.
As the Slytherins exited the owlery, Wilkes approached Severus and whispered;
"You owe me."
"How did you know where I was?"
"I followed you." The boy confessed shamelessly.
"Why? What did you think I'd be doing?"
"Exactly what you did. Although I didn't expect a variation."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, I saw you stealing James Potter's flask and put it inside your robes while you were fighting. Slight move." He appreciated. "I almost didn't see it. It seems you are a thief."
Severus Became paler than usual under his bruises.
"Be quiet."
"I will. I just wish you would tell me what's in the flask, and what do you want it for."
Please if you read review. I'd really like to know what you think of this fic. Whatever it is. Hugs Aliera
CRUMBLING MYTHS
Quarrel
The owlery was not one of Severus' favourite places. It was full of owls, for one thing, and hiding there wasn't easy. Those unblinking eyes staring from up there, on their perches. The Marauders were there though, so up he went to the high tower.
The last day of November was coming to an end and there were shadows creeping inside the owlery, through the large windows.
Shadows were Severus' habitat by nature. He slid silently inside and dived on the dirty straw for better camouflage.
As usual, the Marauders were there sitting on the straw and conspiring about one thing or other.
'Golden Boy' James and Peter lard ball were laughing at some thing Black had said before Severus' entrance. Lupin seemed also pleased but was less expansive in his mirth.
"Anyway." Said James. "When we get to Hogsmeade, we'll have to find a fireplace we can use."
"It can't be at the 'Three Broomsticks' . " Warned Sirius, all knowledgeable. "Rosemerta is always there. It is already difficult to get out of the passage in there, unnoticed."
"What do you mean 'unnoticed'." Pointed Lupin. "She never told on us, and she gives us butter beer. Are you sure she doesn't know about the passage?"
"Or that we are second year students, for that matter." Added James. "Still, I agree with Sirius. She wouldn't go so far as to let us use her fireplace. We'll have to investigate a better place to use this." He raised the flask in his hand.
"Won't your parents miss it?" Asked Lupin carefully. "They didn't send me a howler yet. I've been keeping this since the term's beginning. I just took a bit but it's enough for us to get in Diagon Alley and back."
"This is such a good idea." Said Pettigrew delighted.
"It's going to be fun!" Assured Potter. "Going to London without our parents. Doing whatever we want."
"Better yet." Reminded Black. "We won't get caught. We'll have to go after breakfast. We'll have to come up with an excuse to miss lunch and maybe dinner and be back before curfew."
"We'll do it." Concluded Potter.
Severus was on a roll. This sure had been productive. He didn't know where the secret passage begin, but at least he knew now where it ended. The idiots didn't seem focused on using it today but suddenly, Severus felt more interested in the flask with floo powder in James' hands. It spoke volumes. It seemed Severus' misadventure was inspiring them.
He could vomit.
The fucking bastard had stolen the powder after finding the used fireplace and had probably put everything in place before the adults got there.
Maybe he should wait patiently, to watch their next move. He could become their shadow, see where they were going and how they were going. He could tell on them later.
Then again, Severus was not a patient person and didn't relish on having to follow those Gryffindors. So he decided for a plan a bit less elegant. He stood up and cleaned the hay sticks on his cloak, slowly and purposefully.
The others saw him stand and fell into a tense silence. Then they stood too. Severus saw James putting the flask quickly, in his pocket.
Severus smiled maliciously, as he calmly faced his four opponents.
"So. Where do you think you are going?"
"You snoop!" Growled Sirius.
"Oh, yes. You're not going to mess around. I'm telling on you."
"What's that to you?" As usual, Black was Severus' main antagonist. "Is it your privilege?" He screamed.
The more angry Sirius got, the more Severus felt smugly in control of the situation.
"Yes it is. I'm sure you must be eager to step in the dumpster. Actually, I would hope you to stay there. Expect it even. I believe a dumpster is where you belong. But as much as it saddens me, I feel it my duty to report on you. Maybe to McGonagall. She's fair, so she'll have your heads in a plate for this."
"Shut up!" Furious, Black moved forward attempting to punch Severus.
James grabbed him from behind to avoid a fight. He didn't need to have bothered. With vampire enhanced reflexes Severus was easily able to avoid Black's fists.
With a bigger than ever smile, Severus continued;
"And Jamie. When are you expecting that howler? It must be due soon, since you do intend to go through with it, don't you? I hope you do. I'm eager to listen to every single word. Or maybe they won't do anything. Potters do get away with murder."
This time he wasn't so quick. James was quite fast with a wand and Severus was busy, watching all the four of them. "Clavus."
Severus hardly had time to block the warts spell.
Pettigrew, encouraged by Potter's apparent success, tried his luck.
"Adustio!"
Severus felt his skin burning, as if with a strong sun burn. It was horribly interesting that timid, lard ball, butt sucker Pettigrew would be using such an aggressive spell. Severus attacked with a tickle spell (Titillare!) before turning his wand to himself to quell the burn. Merlin, it hurt! The fat imbecile didn't have a clue on how effective his choice of spell had been on damphir's sensitive skin.
Severus didn't have time for a duel. He had a goal to achieve. Pettigrew was technically out of the way, in his back on the dirty floor, clutching his belly and laughing his head out. Lupin was vacillating but Black didn't have his qualms. He had took his wand out and was pointing it to Severus.
"Maybe I should glue your mouth!" Said the black haired Gryffindor. "Or take your voice. I would be doing a favour to the world."
This was a serious threat. If Severus didn't have a voice, he'd be unable to defend himself from anything else they'd throw at him. Plus he'd have to find help to reverse the damage and he didn't really wish to have anyone knowing about this scuffle. Sticking fast to his initial plan, Severus jumped over Sirius, kicking and punching savagely.
No longer uncertain, Lupin joined the fist fight to aid his friend. James did try to separate them, but when Severus gave him a strong punch in the jaw, he forgot his good intentions and kicked as hard as he could.
Severus was quick, and his permanency with homeless muggle children had taught him some tricks, but they were three against one and those odds were not good. He had known what he was getting into from the start. He just wasn't seeing a way out of it.
"Hurry! They're beating the crap out of him!" He heard a high pitched voice warning.
Then, the owlery was full with Slytherins from the fourth and fifth years, who separated the fighters without a sweat.
Everything was hurting, but Severus felt exhilarated. The scene was ironic. Between other fourth years, was none other than Lucius Malfoy. Who would guess that he'd ever be saved by the snotty, aloof bastard? He could also see Potter, Black and Lupin held still by the elder students, glaring furiously at him, the beginning of ugly bruises forming on their faces. Severus didn't want to imagine HIS face. To finish the painting, Pettigrew was still on the floor, almost choking with laughter.
"What was this all about?" Asked a fifth year student, Slytherin head boy. He was demanding the answer from Severus, ignoring the insignificant Gryffindors.
"We were fighting." Answered Severus casually.
"Actually, they were beating you to pulp." Pointed out one other Slytherin.
"Yes, Gryffindors are cowards." Agreed Severus.
Sirius released himself from his captor and tried a jump on Severus. He was ready this time, but the others didn't let them restart the fight.
"It's enough!" Yelled the head boy. "Everybody goes to their respective common rooms! I'll give notice about this to both heads of houses. Now move! You Gryffindors go first."
Holding laughing idiot Pettigrew between themselves, the Marauders left the owlery, sending dark glares to Severus who smirked in spite of the pain.
When they were too far to be able to hear, a younger voice asked;
"Are you really going to tell on Severus to Hassan?"
Severus looked up to find his saviour had been Will Wilkes.
"Of course not!" Answered the head boy, as if the simple notion was an idiocy. "Do you think I want Slytherin to lose points? I'll try to make the Gryffindors lose them without letting trouble spread to us." He winked.
Severus had just the way to do it. Or rather he had before starting the fight he'd provoked. Now he decided he'd better just shut his mouth.
As the Slytherins exited the owlery, Wilkes approached Severus and whispered;
"You owe me."
"How did you know where I was?"
"I followed you." The boy confessed shamelessly.
"Why? What did you think I'd be doing?"
"Exactly what you did. Although I didn't expect a variation."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, I saw you stealing James Potter's flask and put it inside your robes while you were fighting. Slight move." He appreciated. "I almost didn't see it. It seems you are a thief."
Severus Became paler than usual under his bruises.
"Be quiet."
"I will. I just wish you would tell me what's in the flask, and what do you want it for."