Yay! Chapter two! Plot starts to form. We find out why Remus is in such a
bad mood. Peter has a couple lines (I need a personality for him. Some
help, anyone?) Severus makes an appearance (because I like him and I want
him in my story), along with Dumbledore.
Sorry this took so long to get out. I had Plot Block for a couple days, and then I got busy. Now that I have a lot of things worked out in my head it'll be easier to write.
Enjoy!
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Sirius walked over to Remus, who had spread himself over the couch in the den. The animagi sat down at the end of the couch by Remus's feet.
"I was here first" Remus muttered
"What?" Sirius asked.
"Here. On the couch. I was here first. Notice how I was taking up the whole thing.or did you not bother to even look before you sat down?"
"Well, there's room for me, too. Sorry, Moony, but there's not exactly enough of you to take up the whole couch, y'know?" Sirius teased, poking at his friend's feet. The smaller boy took up a good three-fourths of the couch, and there was barely enough space for Sirius to squeeze in, but, being Sirius and having no qualms about invading personal space, he managed it.
Sirius let out a sigh, wishing Remus would have done what he usually would have-curl up a bit and listen to Sirius ramble on about anything and everything, occasionally adding his own comments or advice, or comforting him, or just listening and watching and smiling gently; even laughing every once and a while when the black-haired young man said something that struck Remus's off-beat sense of humor.
The werewolf felt Sirius's eyes on him and glanced up. "Do you have a reason for being here, or are you just going to stare? It's rather annoying, you know." He asked the other boy.
Sirius took a deep breath, and started his rapid-fire mumbling. "Are you okay? What's wrong? 'Cause, y'know, I'm-we're-me an' James an' Peter, too, are really, really worried 'cause, y'know, the full moon isn't for a couple of weeks. And you're actin' all, well, like you do before the full moon an' I was wondering."
"Sirius.I'm fine. Just...a bit edgy, with all the moving in and you, James and Peter starting jobs soon...I'm still getting used to the fact that I'll be in the house alone." Remus mumbled into the couch.
"Bull. That's not what's bothering you. If it were, you'd be looking me in the eyes and wouldn't have your face buried in that damned couch cushion. So spill it, Remus." Sirius all but growled out. He slid off the couch and onto the floor in front of his friend. Placing a hand on the small of Remus's back, he gently added, "We really are worried about you. Even before a full moon you don't attack people with frying pans"
"That was your fault for sneaking up on me." Remus glared.
"I was coming to apologize for whatever I had done to piss you off earlier. You know, you're not the dammed easiest person to get along with, Remus." The dog animagi bit out, glaring at his friend's head.
"Then why do you like me? Why do you put up with me?" Remus shot back, now matching Sirius's glare with one of his own.
Sirius sighed "I'm not going to fight with you about this. If you don't want to talk, then don't."
Remus sighed. "Fine. I'll tell you, but you have to get James and Peter in here, because I'm only going to say it once, and answer any questions once."
Sirius blinked and walked out of the room and into the kitchen where James and Peter were waiting. ~~~~~~~~
Severus sighed as he sat in front of a large desk. It was a very interesting desk, covered in various odds and ends that told a lot about the owner of the desk. Unfortunately for Severus, what the desk told him was a complete antithesis of what he thought he knew about the owner. For instance, he would never have taken Dumbledore to like the Muggle game of Pokemon, let alone anything having to do with knitting...and was that a magazine about tropical birds?
"Ah, Severus, how spiffing to see you. It's a rare pleasure to be visited by an ex-student this soon after graduation." Albus Dumbledore smiled kindly at the young man sitting in front of the desk.
Severus Snape, a young man with mid-back length, slightly-greasing looking black hair and pale skin. His long, thin frame, combined with the loose hair and slightly wide, deep black eyes gave him an almost feminine look...until you noticed his beaked nose and thin lips. Not a bad looking young man; he just wasn't pretty enough-or handsome for that matter-to be noticed. Even though if he really wanted to, he could stick out. Yes, perhaps if he cut his hair or kept it pulled back so people could see his face...
"Headmaster?" Severus questioned, frowning as the old man studied him with his intense blue eyes.
"What, oh, right. Sorry. Mind wandered for a minute there. Now, dear boy, what was it that you want to talk to me about?"
"I-"
"Oh, hold on, how rude of me...I forgot to offer you tea..." Dumbledore flicked his wand and a tray appeared, loaded with a full, fragrantly steaming teapot and a variety of sandwiches and tea cakes. "Would you care for some te-" the old man was cut off as his ex-student yanked up his sleeve to reveal an ugly, glowing black mark of a snake coming out of the mouth of a skull; a mark that marred otherwise impossibly pale skin.
"Is that the..." he questioned gently, looking up at the now nervous and frightened teenager that stood in front of him.
"Yes." Severus said, voice dropping as he lowered his head. "Yes, it is. I need your help."
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"Well," Sirius said
"Well," replied Remus, sipping the tea he had prepared and brought into the den.
"Well, what did you want to tell us?" Peter supplied, his nervous brown eyes meeting Remus's brilliant gold ones.
The young werewolf took a sip of his tea and, looking around at his three wide-eyed friends calmly stated, "I wrote a novel and sent it in to a publishing company, and they responded a week later saying they liked and would go over it to decide if they wanted to consider publishing it. I haven't heard anything back since, and that was about three weeks ago. I'm getting a tad nervous about whether they like it or not, and are serious about publishing it. I figure since I can't get a real job because of my lycanthropy, I can make money somehow. I guess on top of moving and waiting for the letter I've gotten too stressed and have been snapping at everyone. I'm just bloody nervous, and the Wolf doesn't like being nervous, so I get hostile."
"I didn't know you wrote!" Sirius said, light blue-grey eyes wider than normal.
"That's great, Remus! Why didn't you tell us earlier?" James asked.
"What type of novel?"
"Do you think it'll be published?"
"Can we read it? Please, Remmy?"
"Are you going to dedicate it to us?"
Remus continued to sip his tea as his friends fired random questions at him. When they finished he started to reply as best he could.
"I didn't tell you earlier because I did it as a spur-of-the-moment thing, and I wasn't sure that anything would come of it. I only told you now to get Sirius off my back and because there's a good chance it will be published. No, I don't think it will actually get published. No, you can't read it yet. And I don't think you'd want it dedicated to you. Really, who dedicated romance novels to their high school dorm-mates, even if they are your best friends?"
"Romance novel?" Sirius asked.
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"Why?" Dumbledore asked in the same gentle tone.
Severus shrugged and slumped back into a chair.
Dumbledore looked at the boy now and compared him the memories he had of the boy-no, young man-in front of him. The proud, almost arrogant boy who excelled at potions and was a fairly good chaser held no resemblance to the miserable young man who had walked into his office that morning.
"Tell me everything so I can help you. You're young, barely and adult, and if you tell me everything you now about Voldemort and his plans I'm sure I can keep you out of Azkaban, and find you a job" The old wizard continued in the same concerned voice.
Sharp black eyes met his. "You'd do that...for me?" Dumbledore nodded.
Severus sucked in a breath and started to speak.
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We~ll, that's chapter two. Hope you liked it. The story'll prolly pick up in the next few chapters. Lily will come in, along with some random James and Sirius-ness. I plan for those two to get into a lot of funny and strange situations. They are living in a Muggle apartment complex, after all. Peter will eventually get a personality. Expect some of good ol' Voldy in the next few chapters, along with more Severus. Sorry, I just *had* to make him semi-bishounen. He's not gonna be quite the bitter old bastard yet. I never really pictured him as being *ugly*, really...but not like "Oh my Gackt I want his body," either.
Sorry this took so long to get out. I had Plot Block for a couple days, and then I got busy. Now that I have a lot of things worked out in my head it'll be easier to write.
Enjoy!
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Sirius walked over to Remus, who had spread himself over the couch in the den. The animagi sat down at the end of the couch by Remus's feet.
"I was here first" Remus muttered
"What?" Sirius asked.
"Here. On the couch. I was here first. Notice how I was taking up the whole thing.or did you not bother to even look before you sat down?"
"Well, there's room for me, too. Sorry, Moony, but there's not exactly enough of you to take up the whole couch, y'know?" Sirius teased, poking at his friend's feet. The smaller boy took up a good three-fourths of the couch, and there was barely enough space for Sirius to squeeze in, but, being Sirius and having no qualms about invading personal space, he managed it.
Sirius let out a sigh, wishing Remus would have done what he usually would have-curl up a bit and listen to Sirius ramble on about anything and everything, occasionally adding his own comments or advice, or comforting him, or just listening and watching and smiling gently; even laughing every once and a while when the black-haired young man said something that struck Remus's off-beat sense of humor.
The werewolf felt Sirius's eyes on him and glanced up. "Do you have a reason for being here, or are you just going to stare? It's rather annoying, you know." He asked the other boy.
Sirius took a deep breath, and started his rapid-fire mumbling. "Are you okay? What's wrong? 'Cause, y'know, I'm-we're-me an' James an' Peter, too, are really, really worried 'cause, y'know, the full moon isn't for a couple of weeks. And you're actin' all, well, like you do before the full moon an' I was wondering."
"Sirius.I'm fine. Just...a bit edgy, with all the moving in and you, James and Peter starting jobs soon...I'm still getting used to the fact that I'll be in the house alone." Remus mumbled into the couch.
"Bull. That's not what's bothering you. If it were, you'd be looking me in the eyes and wouldn't have your face buried in that damned couch cushion. So spill it, Remus." Sirius all but growled out. He slid off the couch and onto the floor in front of his friend. Placing a hand on the small of Remus's back, he gently added, "We really are worried about you. Even before a full moon you don't attack people with frying pans"
"That was your fault for sneaking up on me." Remus glared.
"I was coming to apologize for whatever I had done to piss you off earlier. You know, you're not the dammed easiest person to get along with, Remus." The dog animagi bit out, glaring at his friend's head.
"Then why do you like me? Why do you put up with me?" Remus shot back, now matching Sirius's glare with one of his own.
Sirius sighed "I'm not going to fight with you about this. If you don't want to talk, then don't."
Remus sighed. "Fine. I'll tell you, but you have to get James and Peter in here, because I'm only going to say it once, and answer any questions once."
Sirius blinked and walked out of the room and into the kitchen where James and Peter were waiting. ~~~~~~~~
Severus sighed as he sat in front of a large desk. It was a very interesting desk, covered in various odds and ends that told a lot about the owner of the desk. Unfortunately for Severus, what the desk told him was a complete antithesis of what he thought he knew about the owner. For instance, he would never have taken Dumbledore to like the Muggle game of Pokemon, let alone anything having to do with knitting...and was that a magazine about tropical birds?
"Ah, Severus, how spiffing to see you. It's a rare pleasure to be visited by an ex-student this soon after graduation." Albus Dumbledore smiled kindly at the young man sitting in front of the desk.
Severus Snape, a young man with mid-back length, slightly-greasing looking black hair and pale skin. His long, thin frame, combined with the loose hair and slightly wide, deep black eyes gave him an almost feminine look...until you noticed his beaked nose and thin lips. Not a bad looking young man; he just wasn't pretty enough-or handsome for that matter-to be noticed. Even though if he really wanted to, he could stick out. Yes, perhaps if he cut his hair or kept it pulled back so people could see his face...
"Headmaster?" Severus questioned, frowning as the old man studied him with his intense blue eyes.
"What, oh, right. Sorry. Mind wandered for a minute there. Now, dear boy, what was it that you want to talk to me about?"
"I-"
"Oh, hold on, how rude of me...I forgot to offer you tea..." Dumbledore flicked his wand and a tray appeared, loaded with a full, fragrantly steaming teapot and a variety of sandwiches and tea cakes. "Would you care for some te-" the old man was cut off as his ex-student yanked up his sleeve to reveal an ugly, glowing black mark of a snake coming out of the mouth of a skull; a mark that marred otherwise impossibly pale skin.
"Is that the..." he questioned gently, looking up at the now nervous and frightened teenager that stood in front of him.
"Yes." Severus said, voice dropping as he lowered his head. "Yes, it is. I need your help."
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"Well," Sirius said
"Well," replied Remus, sipping the tea he had prepared and brought into the den.
"Well, what did you want to tell us?" Peter supplied, his nervous brown eyes meeting Remus's brilliant gold ones.
The young werewolf took a sip of his tea and, looking around at his three wide-eyed friends calmly stated, "I wrote a novel and sent it in to a publishing company, and they responded a week later saying they liked and would go over it to decide if they wanted to consider publishing it. I haven't heard anything back since, and that was about three weeks ago. I'm getting a tad nervous about whether they like it or not, and are serious about publishing it. I figure since I can't get a real job because of my lycanthropy, I can make money somehow. I guess on top of moving and waiting for the letter I've gotten too stressed and have been snapping at everyone. I'm just bloody nervous, and the Wolf doesn't like being nervous, so I get hostile."
"I didn't know you wrote!" Sirius said, light blue-grey eyes wider than normal.
"That's great, Remus! Why didn't you tell us earlier?" James asked.
"What type of novel?"
"Do you think it'll be published?"
"Can we read it? Please, Remmy?"
"Are you going to dedicate it to us?"
Remus continued to sip his tea as his friends fired random questions at him. When they finished he started to reply as best he could.
"I didn't tell you earlier because I did it as a spur-of-the-moment thing, and I wasn't sure that anything would come of it. I only told you now to get Sirius off my back and because there's a good chance it will be published. No, I don't think it will actually get published. No, you can't read it yet. And I don't think you'd want it dedicated to you. Really, who dedicated romance novels to their high school dorm-mates, even if they are your best friends?"
"Romance novel?" Sirius asked.
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"Why?" Dumbledore asked in the same gentle tone.
Severus shrugged and slumped back into a chair.
Dumbledore looked at the boy now and compared him the memories he had of the boy-no, young man-in front of him. The proud, almost arrogant boy who excelled at potions and was a fairly good chaser held no resemblance to the miserable young man who had walked into his office that morning.
"Tell me everything so I can help you. You're young, barely and adult, and if you tell me everything you now about Voldemort and his plans I'm sure I can keep you out of Azkaban, and find you a job" The old wizard continued in the same concerned voice.
Sharp black eyes met his. "You'd do that...for me?" Dumbledore nodded.
Severus sucked in a breath and started to speak.
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We~ll, that's chapter two. Hope you liked it. The story'll prolly pick up in the next few chapters. Lily will come in, along with some random James and Sirius-ness. I plan for those two to get into a lot of funny and strange situations. They are living in a Muggle apartment complex, after all. Peter will eventually get a personality. Expect some of good ol' Voldy in the next few chapters, along with more Severus. Sorry, I just *had* to make him semi-bishounen. He's not gonna be quite the bitter old bastard yet. I never really pictured him as being *ugly*, really...but not like "Oh my Gackt I want his body," either.