Protector
Disclaimer: All right, I borrowed them without asking. Technically, that's not the same as stealing. [Innocent smile].
Rating: R - explicit language, and references to a not so pleasant scene.
Pairing: Still SB/SS. Though, this chapter does mention SB/RL - though that's not the nice conventional kind of relationship. If you haven't done so already, I suggest that you go and read 'Saviour'. Or you're going to be confused.
(It's from Severus' point of view again. [Yay].)
~/*\~/*\~/*\~ The past Severus ~/*\~/*\~/*\~
I've found you at last. I never really realised how big this damn school was until I needed to find someone. "Minerva!" you wheel around, your face white with shock.
"Severus, you gave me the fright of my life! What do you want?"
"I need to borrow one of your time-turners," I pant, hands on knees to rest after my sprint. You raise your eyebrow at me.
"You need to borrow a time-turner? Whatever for?"
"For Santa Claus' birthday present," I wheeze dryly. "What the hell do you think for?"
"No need to be so rude. Now, we'll have to go through the proper channels of course. You'll need a letter from Arthur Weasley for a start..."
I cut across you. I don't have time for this! "Look, I don't have time to write to that bloody Minister!" And I proceed to explain to you what happened. You look appalled.
"These are serious accusations to be making!"
"I wouldn't have made them if they weren't true. And I need your help with a time-turner."
"What are you going to do?"
"Who said anything about just me? If I'm going to prove this to Albus, I'll need him along as well - and most likely you too. And don't worry if we see ourselves - we know enough about time-turners not to get freaked out. In fact, the past me might be a big help."
"All right then. Let's go to my office and get one then."
"Thank you Minerva," I pump your hand up and down in gratitude, and you smile widely.
"It's nothing - really. Severus, let go," I drop your hand swiftly.
"Sorry - I'm just so glad you're going to help." You shake your head disbelievingly, and we swoop down the corridors to your office.
~*~*~*~
It took some coaxing, but finally Albus has agreed to accompany Minerva and I back in time. I believe our mere insistence must have stirred some doubts, as he has enforced the rule that no one is to be let in to see Sirius, bar Albus, Minerva and myself.
Now we're all standing in a circle, and Minerva is holding out the long chain of the time-turner. I slip it over my neck, and the other two do the same. "Four hours?" Minerva asks, and I nod. We're standing just around the corner from Remus' chambers, and the four hours would give me just enough time to engage myself outside the door.
Minerva turns the time-turner, and I feel that light-headed feeling I always get with these infernal contraptions.
'THUNK'. We've landed again, and at a glance at the clock ticking on the wall opposite, I see that it is one a.m again. In three minutes the past me will implode the door. "Stay here and wait for the exploding sound." The two of them nod, and I creep around the corner, to see the small silhouette of myself strolling along. I can't believe I really look so gormless sometimes. I'm even humming again.
I have got to get rid of that blasted wireless very soon.
"Hey! You - or rather, me!" I call, and then berate myself as the past Severus raises an eyebrow.
"Please don't tell me I'm really this stupid in the future?"
"You must be stupid now, you just insulted yourself!" I hiss back, and my counterpart realises this, and scowls. "Now, listen to me carefully, this is important!" I whisper into my own ear - this is all so odd...
And then, quick as lightning, history has been changed. In every time line following this one, I will meet myself in the hallway and save Sirius. I feel pretty damn proud. And my past self doesn't bother with all the small talk - clever man if I do say so myself. It's just a simple explosion, and then a loud "Expeliarmus!" knocking Remus unconscious.
Minerva and Albus are there, standing with me and the other me. Oh my head - I'm confused! I won't show it of course. Instead, I just go over to that prone body on the bed. Minerva looks white, and shocked at the - uh - position - in which she is seeing Remus and Sirius.
Get off him werewolf boy.
I yank Remus away, and let him slide heavily onto the floor, where he lands with a heavy thump. Who cares? Maybe I've given him a nice big cut that will bleed for hours...
And there you are - the expeliarmus has clipped you too, so you're a little dazed. "What - what?" you stutter. And then realisation dawns in your eyes. And Minerva, obviously a little embarrassed, and knowing that we have changed enough, clicks the small button on the time-turner which will return us to our own time.
*
There are guards stationed at the doors to Remus' rooms when we land again. They look a little surprised to see us appear from thin air, but just acknowledge it. After all, this is Hogwarts. Albus looks stunned, and turns to me. "Severus - I apologise for even pausing to doubt your word."
"Don't think on it Albus. I'm just glad you seem to have seen some sense." You catch my gaze at the guards, and wink conspiratorially. Though, your face becomes grave again.
"I must go in and talk to him. This is a most grave matter." No shit. "I think it's safe to say that the DADA position is going to be empty once more." Excellent. Thank you Albus!
"May I?" I don't need to finish the sentence.
"Yes, go, at once!" I don't need telling twice. I feel as though my feet have grown wings, I'm running so fast. Who knew I still had it in me? Running has never been a forte, but I have a good reason!
And my reason is fast asleep - there are none of those fresh bruises on your neck. And your head has no stitches running across it. Madame Pomfrey has been able to heal most of your wounds, and now you look quite peaceful. I don't want to wake you up; you deserve some sleep.
So, I'll just sit here in this chair for now. Sod work tomorrow - hey - it's a Saturday. Thank God. That gives two days before I have to pull myself together again. So I can sit here with you for as long as I bloody well please.
I'm just going to lean on the edge of the bed - just for minute. Shh, Siri, you don't have to move...I'm tired... I suppose a few minutes shut-eye couldn't hurt. I'm humming again - I hate it when I start doing that. Sod it all, I can't stop until the tune's done now. Stupid bloody radio - I really have to stop listening to it.
There's a shifting movement just as I finish recounting the annoyingly catchy tune. I keep quite still, and you stop moving again. A sigh of air leaps into the still infirmary nighttime. And one of your hands stretches out right by my head. I can see a small line of red where those cords cut into your wrists.
The fingers are moving slowly, and one has caught a bit of my hair. Eek - don't you dare pull it out! No - you've just left your hand there. Looks like I'm not moving after all.
It's not like I wanted to.
So I just lean a little more heavily on the edge of the bed, and close my eyes. I really am very tired. This isn't very comfortable, but if I move, I might wake you up. So I guess I'll stay put.
" 'night Sirius," I manage to yawn. The hand twitches a little bit, but there's no more response from you.
Good. Get your rest. I'll just have to wait until tomorrow to see you smile again. It's going to be a long wait...
~/*\~/*\~/*\~
And thus it is that Sevvie's plan worked. Yes, I know that in the books, the dream team hear themselves go across the hallway and all that. But it wouldn't have made much sense if I hadn't changed the ways of the JK universe just a bit.
Remember, this is fan fiction, right? Anything - and I mean *anything* goes. Including Pigwidgeon/Voldermort fics. (Oh dear God, I take it back - that one, I never want to see!)
'til next chapter, Adiós y no tenga pesadillas. ('Goodbye and don't have nightmares', if my Spanish hasn't completely evaded me today).
R+R and make my day, punk.
Disclaimer: All right, I borrowed them without asking. Technically, that's not the same as stealing. [Innocent smile].
Rating: R - explicit language, and references to a not so pleasant scene.
Pairing: Still SB/SS. Though, this chapter does mention SB/RL - though that's not the nice conventional kind of relationship. If you haven't done so already, I suggest that you go and read 'Saviour'. Or you're going to be confused.
(It's from Severus' point of view again. [Yay].)
~/*\~/*\~/*\~ The past Severus ~/*\~/*\~/*\~
I've found you at last. I never really realised how big this damn school was until I needed to find someone. "Minerva!" you wheel around, your face white with shock.
"Severus, you gave me the fright of my life! What do you want?"
"I need to borrow one of your time-turners," I pant, hands on knees to rest after my sprint. You raise your eyebrow at me.
"You need to borrow a time-turner? Whatever for?"
"For Santa Claus' birthday present," I wheeze dryly. "What the hell do you think for?"
"No need to be so rude. Now, we'll have to go through the proper channels of course. You'll need a letter from Arthur Weasley for a start..."
I cut across you. I don't have time for this! "Look, I don't have time to write to that bloody Minister!" And I proceed to explain to you what happened. You look appalled.
"These are serious accusations to be making!"
"I wouldn't have made them if they weren't true. And I need your help with a time-turner."
"What are you going to do?"
"Who said anything about just me? If I'm going to prove this to Albus, I'll need him along as well - and most likely you too. And don't worry if we see ourselves - we know enough about time-turners not to get freaked out. In fact, the past me might be a big help."
"All right then. Let's go to my office and get one then."
"Thank you Minerva," I pump your hand up and down in gratitude, and you smile widely.
"It's nothing - really. Severus, let go," I drop your hand swiftly.
"Sorry - I'm just so glad you're going to help." You shake your head disbelievingly, and we swoop down the corridors to your office.
~*~*~*~
It took some coaxing, but finally Albus has agreed to accompany Minerva and I back in time. I believe our mere insistence must have stirred some doubts, as he has enforced the rule that no one is to be let in to see Sirius, bar Albus, Minerva and myself.
Now we're all standing in a circle, and Minerva is holding out the long chain of the time-turner. I slip it over my neck, and the other two do the same. "Four hours?" Minerva asks, and I nod. We're standing just around the corner from Remus' chambers, and the four hours would give me just enough time to engage myself outside the door.
Minerva turns the time-turner, and I feel that light-headed feeling I always get with these infernal contraptions.
'THUNK'. We've landed again, and at a glance at the clock ticking on the wall opposite, I see that it is one a.m again. In three minutes the past me will implode the door. "Stay here and wait for the exploding sound." The two of them nod, and I creep around the corner, to see the small silhouette of myself strolling along. I can't believe I really look so gormless sometimes. I'm even humming again.
I have got to get rid of that blasted wireless very soon.
"Hey! You - or rather, me!" I call, and then berate myself as the past Severus raises an eyebrow.
"Please don't tell me I'm really this stupid in the future?"
"You must be stupid now, you just insulted yourself!" I hiss back, and my counterpart realises this, and scowls. "Now, listen to me carefully, this is important!" I whisper into my own ear - this is all so odd...
And then, quick as lightning, history has been changed. In every time line following this one, I will meet myself in the hallway and save Sirius. I feel pretty damn proud. And my past self doesn't bother with all the small talk - clever man if I do say so myself. It's just a simple explosion, and then a loud "Expeliarmus!" knocking Remus unconscious.
Minerva and Albus are there, standing with me and the other me. Oh my head - I'm confused! I won't show it of course. Instead, I just go over to that prone body on the bed. Minerva looks white, and shocked at the - uh - position - in which she is seeing Remus and Sirius.
Get off him werewolf boy.
I yank Remus away, and let him slide heavily onto the floor, where he lands with a heavy thump. Who cares? Maybe I've given him a nice big cut that will bleed for hours...
And there you are - the expeliarmus has clipped you too, so you're a little dazed. "What - what?" you stutter. And then realisation dawns in your eyes. And Minerva, obviously a little embarrassed, and knowing that we have changed enough, clicks the small button on the time-turner which will return us to our own time.
*
There are guards stationed at the doors to Remus' rooms when we land again. They look a little surprised to see us appear from thin air, but just acknowledge it. After all, this is Hogwarts. Albus looks stunned, and turns to me. "Severus - I apologise for even pausing to doubt your word."
"Don't think on it Albus. I'm just glad you seem to have seen some sense." You catch my gaze at the guards, and wink conspiratorially. Though, your face becomes grave again.
"I must go in and talk to him. This is a most grave matter." No shit. "I think it's safe to say that the DADA position is going to be empty once more." Excellent. Thank you Albus!
"May I?" I don't need to finish the sentence.
"Yes, go, at once!" I don't need telling twice. I feel as though my feet have grown wings, I'm running so fast. Who knew I still had it in me? Running has never been a forte, but I have a good reason!
And my reason is fast asleep - there are none of those fresh bruises on your neck. And your head has no stitches running across it. Madame Pomfrey has been able to heal most of your wounds, and now you look quite peaceful. I don't want to wake you up; you deserve some sleep.
So, I'll just sit here in this chair for now. Sod work tomorrow - hey - it's a Saturday. Thank God. That gives two days before I have to pull myself together again. So I can sit here with you for as long as I bloody well please.
I'm just going to lean on the edge of the bed - just for minute. Shh, Siri, you don't have to move...I'm tired... I suppose a few minutes shut-eye couldn't hurt. I'm humming again - I hate it when I start doing that. Sod it all, I can't stop until the tune's done now. Stupid bloody radio - I really have to stop listening to it.
There's a shifting movement just as I finish recounting the annoyingly catchy tune. I keep quite still, and you stop moving again. A sigh of air leaps into the still infirmary nighttime. And one of your hands stretches out right by my head. I can see a small line of red where those cords cut into your wrists.
The fingers are moving slowly, and one has caught a bit of my hair. Eek - don't you dare pull it out! No - you've just left your hand there. Looks like I'm not moving after all.
It's not like I wanted to.
So I just lean a little more heavily on the edge of the bed, and close my eyes. I really am very tired. This isn't very comfortable, but if I move, I might wake you up. So I guess I'll stay put.
" 'night Sirius," I manage to yawn. The hand twitches a little bit, but there's no more response from you.
Good. Get your rest. I'll just have to wait until tomorrow to see you smile again. It's going to be a long wait...
~/*\~/*\~/*\~
And thus it is that Sevvie's plan worked. Yes, I know that in the books, the dream team hear themselves go across the hallway and all that. But it wouldn't have made much sense if I hadn't changed the ways of the JK universe just a bit.
Remember, this is fan fiction, right? Anything - and I mean *anything* goes. Including Pigwidgeon/Voldermort fics. (Oh dear God, I take it back - that one, I never want to see!)
'til next chapter, Adiós y no tenga pesadillas. ('Goodbye and don't have nightmares', if my Spanish hasn't completely evaded me today).
R+R and make my day, punk.