Some time in the future of Harry Potter, Severus runs into Sirius and
Lupin, and the three are involved in a big argument. It looks like Severus
is happy that he's finally caught the two, and Harry Potter, along with Ron
and Hermione, are there with them. The argument is taking place somewhere
at Hogsmede, probably the shrieking shack, and is getting quite serious
until a loud noise sounds from outside. Apparently, there has been news of
a rise of Voldemort and his Death Eaters, and Hermione points out that the
Death Eaters are approaching the shack . . .
The three adults stop arguing, everything becoming silent. Sirius and Lupin look at each other, then grab a hold onto Severus and start pushing him towards the door.
"You were once a Death Eater, right?" Sirius says. "You can handle this problem."
"Hey, you were always good at Defense Against the Dark Arts," Lupin puts in.
"Excuse me, but aren't you the one who was a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Lupin?" Severus hisses at him.
"Oh, come on," Sirius says, "You're the best at this field."
"Oh, this sounds familiar," Severus says, and the other two let go as he turns around to face them. "Defense Against the Dark Arts, Fourth year." He puts on a high voice, and starts to poorly imitate a whinning Sirius. "Oh, come on, Severus. You're the best at this sort of thing. You have to help us with our homework! We'll never be able to do this stuff without you!"
Sirius and Lupin look at each other, then go on about in the same high voices, "But you are the best at this sort of thing! It's just like in the old days!"
"And look," Sirius says, "Potter's here, too." He drags Harry out of the corner, getting him involved.
"Don't get him involved," Severus growls, "he's just a boy!"
"I thought you always wanted the Defense Against the Dark Arts job, Professor," Harry says smartly. "You seem to go on that you're really quite good at it. Why don't you show us how good of a teacher you really are in that subject?"
There is a silence. Severus finally spits out, "Fine!" and looking quite defined about this decision, puts his head up in the air, and marches out the door to meet the Death Eaters. The door slams shut behind him.
"Ha," Sirius says. "Loser."
The three adults stop arguing, everything becoming silent. Sirius and Lupin look at each other, then grab a hold onto Severus and start pushing him towards the door.
"You were once a Death Eater, right?" Sirius says. "You can handle this problem."
"Hey, you were always good at Defense Against the Dark Arts," Lupin puts in.
"Excuse me, but aren't you the one who was a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Lupin?" Severus hisses at him.
"Oh, come on," Sirius says, "You're the best at this field."
"Oh, this sounds familiar," Severus says, and the other two let go as he turns around to face them. "Defense Against the Dark Arts, Fourth year." He puts on a high voice, and starts to poorly imitate a whinning Sirius. "Oh, come on, Severus. You're the best at this sort of thing. You have to help us with our homework! We'll never be able to do this stuff without you!"
Sirius and Lupin look at each other, then go on about in the same high voices, "But you are the best at this sort of thing! It's just like in the old days!"
"And look," Sirius says, "Potter's here, too." He drags Harry out of the corner, getting him involved.
"Don't get him involved," Severus growls, "he's just a boy!"
"I thought you always wanted the Defense Against the Dark Arts job, Professor," Harry says smartly. "You seem to go on that you're really quite good at it. Why don't you show us how good of a teacher you really are in that subject?"
There is a silence. Severus finally spits out, "Fine!" and looking quite defined about this decision, puts his head up in the air, and marches out the door to meet the Death Eaters. The door slams shut behind him.
"Ha," Sirius says. "Loser."
