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New Beginnings; Old Death Eaters
Chapter 2 The Challenge
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It was a beauiful Monday morning. Various birds of different shapes and sizes, from the Enchanted Forest were singing loudly, 'too loudly. Making a terrible ruckus resulting in throbbing migraines,' in Severus' opinion.
Being the day the students returned from their, 'entirely too long,' summer vacation, all the teachers were making last efforts in preparing their incredibly boring and lengthy lesson plans for the up coming semester, and spending their last morning in 'relative' peace.
Dumbledore, Mirvana and some other teachers were busy outfitting the Great Hall with the almost infinite number of complex spells needed to re-inforce the stable magical environment there. Severus had, for once, decided to pass up the yearly ritual in favor of sitting outdoors with a rather large bottle of Brandy contemplating the surely disasterous year ahead of him. The Headmaster reacted quite positively towards the plan, apart from the liquor, and launched into a spiel about the good it would do for Snape to go out and get a nice sun tan. Severus of cource, had no intention what so ever of actually sitting in the sun itself, and therefore a 'sun tan' was completely out of the question.
Unfortunately the idea of a nice relaxing day outdoors had been far too appealing to the current inhabitants of Hogwarts, as Severus found Black, Lupin and Gavin already stretched out on the cool grass.
He couldn't quite hear what they were speaking of, but the looks on their faces proved it was being quite deeply conversed.
"Probably Quidditch or something. Seems today every idiot is interested in that blatant stupidity," mused Severus.
He observed Gavin furrow his brow at something Black had said. Apparently shaking it off the young man smiled, flopped down and streched widely on the grass. Before Severus noticed that he'd been staring at the young man Cole glanced over and held Snapes dark eyes with his own.
Soon Severus found himself completely lost in those deep dark pools. He tried, but couldn't force himself to look away. So he held the new Defence Professors gaze and was somewhat put out when he'd turned back to Black and Remus. He was instantly sickened by the feeling in the pit of his stomach. Since, what he had taken to referring to as 'the incident,' he had faught to keep these thoughts and feelings at bay. Seemingly, he was losing the battle.
The Potions Master was pulled out of his increasingly disturbing thoughts by a soft touch to his shoulder, and a quiet, "Professor?"
"What?" He snapped before he even realised who he was talking to.
"Are you alright? You look a little pale.." Cole sounded genuinly worried.
"Cole," Sirius nudged him, "Snape always looks like that. Somethin' to do with being locked up in a dungeon for so long."
"Shut up Sirius." Spoke Lupin.
"My words exactly." Severus returned bitterly. Cole smiled lightly. Snape almost smiled back. Almost..."What do you want?"
"Sirius tells me," Professor Gavin began, "that you used to be Seeker on your school Quidditch team when you attended Hogwarts."
"What of it?" He demanded.
"Well I was wondering if you would like to have a go." Cole said innocently.
"Have a-... a go-?"
"Ya, you know, Quidditch...?" He said quickly.
Severus glared at the three, he wasn't really sure why, he just did. "I gave that up long ago.." He said with a snarl.
"See? I told you. They're all the same. Every..." Sirius was silenced by a particularly nasty glare from Snape.
"'They'?" Questioned Gavin.
"Oh! You really have been out of the loop haven't you?! You see...'Mr' 'Severus Snape' here is our very own-" Sirius punctuated each word with either a nasty look directed at Snape, or a strange little growling noise. He was cut off by Remus.
"Sirius! Stop it you're acting like an ass."
Severus Snorted as Lupin dragged Black away mumbling something similar to, 'maybe we should just let him handle this one hummm..?' followed by, 'you need to learn to keep your mouth shut.' He never heard Black's dull retaliation.
Cole smiled at him again, "come on. Just one game? Please?"
Snape considered, "against you?" the other nodded, "you really think you stand a chance?"
"Sure. I was a seeker too when I was in school." He seemed a little too confident.
Severus sighed, startling the attractive young man. 'If he keeps looking at me like that I'm likely to give in, and not only to Quidditch...'
Glaring, "very well. When?"
Cole smiled brightly reminding Severus of that first night. "Great! How's tonight? After the Welcoming Feast...We'll make an event out of it."
He nodded.
"Okay, see you later then." Gavin turned around and looked back over his shoulder, "you should get some practice. While you can."
.
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The rest of the day passed without incident. Unless you count Sirius's robes 'mysteriously' catching fire, curtesy of one Severus Snape. Black had unknowingly blamed it on an innocent Remus recieving a 'shut the fuck up or I'll really hurt you' look in return.
Despite the suggestion for him to 'practice while you can' Severus chose to return to his bottle of Brandy and summoned one of his favourite texts to skim through. He heard the student's carriages approaching before he saw them. Cursing to himself in an extreemly colourful language he made is way indoors.
Severus arrived to a full and teeming Great Hall. The first-years had already been sorted and Albus was halfway through his welcoming speech.
"Ahh! There you are Severus! I was beginning to think you'd 'jumped ship' as the muggles would say." Dumbledore interjected. The entire room turned to gaze at their tardy Professor, silently mocking him. Even Cole was grinning at the amusing turn of events.
"Unfortunately, Head Master, no I have not 'yet'...'jumped ship' as you so elequently put it." He said while glaring at various students as he made his way to the Head Table.
"Well as I was saying... We have a new addition to the faculty this year." Albus motioned down the table at Gavin, "This is Professor Gavin. He will be teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts this year." He paused as the students politely clapped, "Additionally, after the feast we have a special 'event' planned, out on the Quidditch pitch. Professors Snape and Gavin have invited you all to attend. And 'now,' let us eat!"
Amung murmurs about what their new professor could have organised that would, in any way, include the greasy Potions Master, the students dove into the feast.
.
Snape stood in the doorway to the Slytherin changing rooms in magically altered Quidditch robes, awaiting the signal to fly onto the pitch. When it came he mounted his broom and flew off into the stadium. He hadn't been on a broom in what seemed like ages but luckily flying is not something a wizard is likely to forget. He circled the pitch a few times and watched for Gavin coming onto the field.
When he came, he flew directly for the stands and landed infront of the referee. Severus followed.
"Did you get any practice Professor Snape?" Questioned the man cheekily.
Severus just growled in return.
As Madam Hooch (did I spell that right?) was acting as referee for this game she was the one to set the rules and regulations. "Anything goes?" She asked of the two. They shared a look and nodded.
"Alright...Cole would you do the honours?" He nodded again.
Hooch pointed at Gavin's throught with her wand whispering, "sonorus."
"Welcome!" Cole's voice boomed and echoed throughout the pitch, "Professor Snape and I have a 'special' treat for you tonight. As you're all intelligent wizards and witches I need not tell you what that is. For you will discover it shortly anyway." As an after thought he added, "Just don't be too hard on Professor Snape when he loses..." Smirking at Severus who was, for once completely passive, Gavin remounted his broom as Hooch removed the charm.
The two flew off back over the pitch, as Mirvana dragged the large chest of Quidditch balls onto the field. It had, apparently, been decided beforehand that they were going to use the quaffle and two bludgers, to make it interesting.
One bludger shot out of the chest and headed straight for Severus who ducked out of the way. Before he knew it Cole already had the quaffle and was headed towards the goal at top speed. 'Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.'
Severus made a long pass towards his goal attempting to intercept the inevitable shot. He managed to arrive just in time to see the other bludger come barreling toward him. Squeaking, he again ducked out of the way just in time to see Cole score and come sailing back towards him with a stupidly infuriating look on his face.
"Should have practiced Professor!"
Severus glared. Damn you.
As soon as he had retrieved the quaffle Snape noticed something out of the corner of his eye. The damn bludger 'again.' Wait. Both bludgers. The other was coming at him from the other direction.
Barreling down he managed to escape the first but the second hit him in the side, nearly knocking him off his infernal broom. In confusion he dropped the quaffle which Gavin retrieved and headed back towards the goal, but not before pausing to point a finger at Snape. Both damnable budgers came hurtling, letting him on to Cole's little game.
The blasted cheat was using magic.
'oh' Severus' heart skipped a beat. 'if the damned man wanted to play dirty, fine.' Somewhere in the back of his mind Snape noted just how Slytherin it was of Cole.
Severus decided not to waste any time. Using one of the most powerful summoning spells he knew, he recalled 'Professor Gavin' and his broom. Before he could fathom what happened he found himself galring into deep, dark, startled eyes. Apparently Cole hadn't counted on being 'found out,' therefore he hadn't bothered to prepare any counterspells or charms.
"I'm on to you. Cheater." Hissed Snape.
Gavin grinned, "'I'm' quite sure that I don't know what you're talking about Professor."
"You know perfectly well what I speak of. Cheater." He repeated.
Cole acted as if it just dawned on him, "Ohh! You mean the magic!" He smirked, "well, we did say, and I quote, 'anything goes.'"
Severus glared harder, trying both to intimidate, and relieve himself of the horrible, but now familliar feeling in his stomach.
Gavin's expression suddenly fell, "deletrius, lumos!" He shouted, both freeing himself and creating a hugle flare of light causing Snape to clap his hands over his eyes.
.
Snape recovered his eyesight to realise that a second goal had been scored against him. Quickly he cast a warning charm around himself that would alert him if Cole cared to try that dirty trick again. He soon retrieved the quaffle and gained control over the bludgers leaving Cole, so he thought, without any options. That theory was soon expelled as he felt a large spell hit him with all the force of a train.
Once again he dropped the bludger in favor of grasping his broom handle, not really caring to fall to the ground from this height. The croud erupted into shouts and cheers as Cole scored another 10 points.
Just as Severus was preparing a particularly nasty curse for his bastard opponent Madam Hooch flew up to intervein. Effectively ending the 'game.'
"It's almost 12:00," She said, "we should probably end it here."
Severus glared at her as Cole came flying up. "What's going on?" He looked from one to the other, "it's okay, I was using magic too." He voiced.
"I'm sure the 'entire' of the Wizarding World knew that 'you' were using magic. Insubordinate cretin." He hissed.
"It's not that," Hooch resounded firmly, "I know you're both responsible adults and it's not my place to stop you from using magic during Quidditch. Though it is quite unheard of." She gave them both a disapproving look, "We should call it a night anyway."
"Alright."
Snape simply glared at Gavin. A glare that clearly stated, 'this is not over.'
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?? Thats ch 3.
r&r **Scythe**
New Beginnings; Old Death Eaters
Chapter 2 The Challenge
.
It was a beauiful Monday morning. Various birds of different shapes and sizes, from the Enchanted Forest were singing loudly, 'too loudly. Making a terrible ruckus resulting in throbbing migraines,' in Severus' opinion.
Being the day the students returned from their, 'entirely too long,' summer vacation, all the teachers were making last efforts in preparing their incredibly boring and lengthy lesson plans for the up coming semester, and spending their last morning in 'relative' peace.
Dumbledore, Mirvana and some other teachers were busy outfitting the Great Hall with the almost infinite number of complex spells needed to re-inforce the stable magical environment there. Severus had, for once, decided to pass up the yearly ritual in favor of sitting outdoors with a rather large bottle of Brandy contemplating the surely disasterous year ahead of him. The Headmaster reacted quite positively towards the plan, apart from the liquor, and launched into a spiel about the good it would do for Snape to go out and get a nice sun tan. Severus of cource, had no intention what so ever of actually sitting in the sun itself, and therefore a 'sun tan' was completely out of the question.
Unfortunately the idea of a nice relaxing day outdoors had been far too appealing to the current inhabitants of Hogwarts, as Severus found Black, Lupin and Gavin already stretched out on the cool grass.
He couldn't quite hear what they were speaking of, but the looks on their faces proved it was being quite deeply conversed.
"Probably Quidditch or something. Seems today every idiot is interested in that blatant stupidity," mused Severus.
He observed Gavin furrow his brow at something Black had said. Apparently shaking it off the young man smiled, flopped down and streched widely on the grass. Before Severus noticed that he'd been staring at the young man Cole glanced over and held Snapes dark eyes with his own.
Soon Severus found himself completely lost in those deep dark pools. He tried, but couldn't force himself to look away. So he held the new Defence Professors gaze and was somewhat put out when he'd turned back to Black and Remus. He was instantly sickened by the feeling in the pit of his stomach. Since, what he had taken to referring to as 'the incident,' he had faught to keep these thoughts and feelings at bay. Seemingly, he was losing the battle.
The Potions Master was pulled out of his increasingly disturbing thoughts by a soft touch to his shoulder, and a quiet, "Professor?"
"What?" He snapped before he even realised who he was talking to.
"Are you alright? You look a little pale.." Cole sounded genuinly worried.
"Cole," Sirius nudged him, "Snape always looks like that. Somethin' to do with being locked up in a dungeon for so long."
"Shut up Sirius." Spoke Lupin.
"My words exactly." Severus returned bitterly. Cole smiled lightly. Snape almost smiled back. Almost..."What do you want?"
"Sirius tells me," Professor Gavin began, "that you used to be Seeker on your school Quidditch team when you attended Hogwarts."
"What of it?" He demanded.
"Well I was wondering if you would like to have a go." Cole said innocently.
"Have a-... a go-?"
"Ya, you know, Quidditch...?" He said quickly.
Severus glared at the three, he wasn't really sure why, he just did. "I gave that up long ago.." He said with a snarl.
"See? I told you. They're all the same. Every..." Sirius was silenced by a particularly nasty glare from Snape.
"'They'?" Questioned Gavin.
"Oh! You really have been out of the loop haven't you?! You see...'Mr' 'Severus Snape' here is our very own-" Sirius punctuated each word with either a nasty look directed at Snape, or a strange little growling noise. He was cut off by Remus.
"Sirius! Stop it you're acting like an ass."
Severus Snorted as Lupin dragged Black away mumbling something similar to, 'maybe we should just let him handle this one hummm..?' followed by, 'you need to learn to keep your mouth shut.' He never heard Black's dull retaliation.
Cole smiled at him again, "come on. Just one game? Please?"
Snape considered, "against you?" the other nodded, "you really think you stand a chance?"
"Sure. I was a seeker too when I was in school." He seemed a little too confident.
Severus sighed, startling the attractive young man. 'If he keeps looking at me like that I'm likely to give in, and not only to Quidditch...'
Glaring, "very well. When?"
Cole smiled brightly reminding Severus of that first night. "Great! How's tonight? After the Welcoming Feast...We'll make an event out of it."
He nodded.
"Okay, see you later then." Gavin turned around and looked back over his shoulder, "you should get some practice. While you can."
.
.
The rest of the day passed without incident. Unless you count Sirius's robes 'mysteriously' catching fire, curtesy of one Severus Snape. Black had unknowingly blamed it on an innocent Remus recieving a 'shut the fuck up or I'll really hurt you' look in return.
Despite the suggestion for him to 'practice while you can' Severus chose to return to his bottle of Brandy and summoned one of his favourite texts to skim through. He heard the student's carriages approaching before he saw them. Cursing to himself in an extreemly colourful language he made is way indoors.
Severus arrived to a full and teeming Great Hall. The first-years had already been sorted and Albus was halfway through his welcoming speech.
"Ahh! There you are Severus! I was beginning to think you'd 'jumped ship' as the muggles would say." Dumbledore interjected. The entire room turned to gaze at their tardy Professor, silently mocking him. Even Cole was grinning at the amusing turn of events.
"Unfortunately, Head Master, no I have not 'yet'...'jumped ship' as you so elequently put it." He said while glaring at various students as he made his way to the Head Table.
"Well as I was saying... We have a new addition to the faculty this year." Albus motioned down the table at Gavin, "This is Professor Gavin. He will be teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts this year." He paused as the students politely clapped, "Additionally, after the feast we have a special 'event' planned, out on the Quidditch pitch. Professors Snape and Gavin have invited you all to attend. And 'now,' let us eat!"
Amung murmurs about what their new professor could have organised that would, in any way, include the greasy Potions Master, the students dove into the feast.
.
Snape stood in the doorway to the Slytherin changing rooms in magically altered Quidditch robes, awaiting the signal to fly onto the pitch. When it came he mounted his broom and flew off into the stadium. He hadn't been on a broom in what seemed like ages but luckily flying is not something a wizard is likely to forget. He circled the pitch a few times and watched for Gavin coming onto the field.
When he came, he flew directly for the stands and landed infront of the referee. Severus followed.
"Did you get any practice Professor Snape?" Questioned the man cheekily.
Severus just growled in return.
As Madam Hooch (did I spell that right?) was acting as referee for this game she was the one to set the rules and regulations. "Anything goes?" She asked of the two. They shared a look and nodded.
"Alright...Cole would you do the honours?" He nodded again.
Hooch pointed at Gavin's throught with her wand whispering, "sonorus."
"Welcome!" Cole's voice boomed and echoed throughout the pitch, "Professor Snape and I have a 'special' treat for you tonight. As you're all intelligent wizards and witches I need not tell you what that is. For you will discover it shortly anyway." As an after thought he added, "Just don't be too hard on Professor Snape when he loses..." Smirking at Severus who was, for once completely passive, Gavin remounted his broom as Hooch removed the charm.
The two flew off back over the pitch, as Mirvana dragged the large chest of Quidditch balls onto the field. It had, apparently, been decided beforehand that they were going to use the quaffle and two bludgers, to make it interesting.
One bludger shot out of the chest and headed straight for Severus who ducked out of the way. Before he knew it Cole already had the quaffle and was headed towards the goal at top speed. 'Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.'
Severus made a long pass towards his goal attempting to intercept the inevitable shot. He managed to arrive just in time to see the other bludger come barreling toward him. Squeaking, he again ducked out of the way just in time to see Cole score and come sailing back towards him with a stupidly infuriating look on his face.
"Should have practiced Professor!"
Severus glared. Damn you.
As soon as he had retrieved the quaffle Snape noticed something out of the corner of his eye. The damn bludger 'again.' Wait. Both bludgers. The other was coming at him from the other direction.
Barreling down he managed to escape the first but the second hit him in the side, nearly knocking him off his infernal broom. In confusion he dropped the quaffle which Gavin retrieved and headed back towards the goal, but not before pausing to point a finger at Snape. Both damnable budgers came hurtling, letting him on to Cole's little game.
The blasted cheat was using magic.
'oh' Severus' heart skipped a beat. 'if the damned man wanted to play dirty, fine.' Somewhere in the back of his mind Snape noted just how Slytherin it was of Cole.
Severus decided not to waste any time. Using one of the most powerful summoning spells he knew, he recalled 'Professor Gavin' and his broom. Before he could fathom what happened he found himself galring into deep, dark, startled eyes. Apparently Cole hadn't counted on being 'found out,' therefore he hadn't bothered to prepare any counterspells or charms.
"I'm on to you. Cheater." Hissed Snape.
Gavin grinned, "'I'm' quite sure that I don't know what you're talking about Professor."
"You know perfectly well what I speak of. Cheater." He repeated.
Cole acted as if it just dawned on him, "Ohh! You mean the magic!" He smirked, "well, we did say, and I quote, 'anything goes.'"
Severus glared harder, trying both to intimidate, and relieve himself of the horrible, but now familliar feeling in his stomach.
Gavin's expression suddenly fell, "deletrius, lumos!" He shouted, both freeing himself and creating a hugle flare of light causing Snape to clap his hands over his eyes.
.
Snape recovered his eyesight to realise that a second goal had been scored against him. Quickly he cast a warning charm around himself that would alert him if Cole cared to try that dirty trick again. He soon retrieved the quaffle and gained control over the bludgers leaving Cole, so he thought, without any options. That theory was soon expelled as he felt a large spell hit him with all the force of a train.
Once again he dropped the bludger in favor of grasping his broom handle, not really caring to fall to the ground from this height. The croud erupted into shouts and cheers as Cole scored another 10 points.
Just as Severus was preparing a particularly nasty curse for his bastard opponent Madam Hooch flew up to intervein. Effectively ending the 'game.'
"It's almost 12:00," She said, "we should probably end it here."
Severus glared at her as Cole came flying up. "What's going on?" He looked from one to the other, "it's okay, I was using magic too." He voiced.
"I'm sure the 'entire' of the Wizarding World knew that 'you' were using magic. Insubordinate cretin." He hissed.
"It's not that," Hooch resounded firmly, "I know you're both responsible adults and it's not my place to stop you from using magic during Quidditch. Though it is quite unheard of." She gave them both a disapproving look, "We should call it a night anyway."
"Alright."
Snape simply glared at Gavin. A glare that clearly stated, 'this is not over.'
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?? Thats ch 3.
r&r **Scythe**