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To Be August and Notable
Severus Snape considered himself to be a man of his word, flimsy thing though it was. Never did he expect such a darkness to over come him on the night of his murderers death. He sank back into the deep comfort of his black leather bound chair, staring with vacant eyes into the pit of his fireplace. Sirius Black had died the brave Gryffindor, despite his pureblood ancestry of Slytherins. Dead. Gone. Never coming back. But why him, of all people, be sitting around reminiscing about him? He should be out celebrating, why wasn't he?
Because he died nobler then you could ever possibly dream, said that nasty little demon he had been trying to control ever since the first war. It was true, truer than he'd like to admit, even in his thoughts. Oh yes, it was true, very much so. Minerva McGonagall, rushing to save Hagrid, what was it, four stunning curses in the chest? Somehow, he would have rather been in her place then inside dealing out detention. To be looked upon by others as the hero, just once, once was all he asked.
But you're not, insisted that little bugger. No, he wasn't, he was the one who was just around to be the Silver Slytherin Spy, the one who would tell Minerva that Hagrid was being attacked. The one who would send members of the Order of the Phoenix to help precious Potter. Severus smirked cruelly and un-corked a bottle of Fire whiskey, yes, the Boy-Of-Ever- Annoying-Stupidity had yet again managed to win back his public, Severus would not share adoration come next term. Pity, Severus was awoken from his reverie when a certain Scot knocked on his door.
"Severus? I know that you don't usually let outsiders in the Bat cave, but I would like a word," called Minerva.
The words "Bat cave" did stir Severus up, that was what Lucius and him used to call their tree fort at Malfoy Manor. Severus doubted she new that, but it bring up guilt that the boy-now-man was in Azkaban because of him. Not for long, reminded the nasty, little voice.
"What now, Minerva?" Severus said, he had attempted a snap, but had turned out more like a weary question.
Minerva raised her eyebrows, she had been expecting a harsh rebuke, "Well.nothing really, just to talk." There was one thing about Minerva, was that she was much more, well human around friends, and Severus could relate, since Albus had left she had become increasingly more needy of conversation with him. Now that he was back, though, there could only be one explanation of why she was disturbing his peace at such an abnormal time.
"Albus busy?" Severus asked quietly, assuming the obvious.
"Well.yes, he's talking with Potter, but that's not why I came," Minerva said, eyeing him up for reasons he couldn't fathom. "Well then, please do fill me in," the tone of classroom haggle became to edge it's way into his voice, but Minerva didn't seem to notice, the mention of Potter always set him on edge.
"Well I sorry that I'm not as august and notable as you!" Said a very exasperated Minerva.
"Minerva, august and notable mean the same thing, I'm just trying to understand why you are here, right now, because really you staying here is keeping me sombre, now if you were, say, Hagrid."
The silky tone seemed to have calmed her down; she sat down in the chair next to him, and focused her attention upon the mantle piece, there was one picture, and it seemed to catch her attention. It was a picture of two boys, framed in Victorian silver border. One was slightly taller, onyx black eyes, pale alabaster skin, dark sleek hair, a faint smile playing about his face, surprisingly when compared with the frigid man next to him, almost identical. The other one was a pale blond, with innocent grey eyes; they had there an arm over each other's shoulders, suggesting they were very close. Yet, there was also certain sadness about them, the effects of the calm before the storm on most pureblood families.
"So."pressed Severus, looking as though he was trying to avoid the picture, "what's up?"
"I just wanted to talk in general, Severus, but, well do you feel.guilty?" Asked Minerva, she knew it wasn't any of her business, but she couldn't help herself. "Well, that depends on what your talking about Minerva, are you talking about me joining the Death Eaters? Or perhaps about me betraying them to Albus? How about, when I gave the Potters information about the Dark Lord, only to see them die? Do you mean me letting their murderer get away, then leading Sirius Black to his death? Or do you mean my friends? Or just generally everything?" Severus spat with venom.
"Your not guilty for any those, well, except joining the Death Eaters.But I was asking about Lucius, because The Order has a mission for you," concluded Minerva.
"I thought you said you just wanted to talk," commented Severus, "well then, what is it?"
"We want you to break into Azkaban and free them," Minerva said simply, hoping that her lightness would block the fact of what she had just said.
"You want me to WHAT!?!?" Thundered Severus, clearly thinking she had accidentally ate a lemon drop, "HAVE YOU GONE MAD?"
"I certainly hope not," replied Minerva, sounding a lot like Albus. "Minerva, be reasonable! I don't think I could do that, plus they could easily break out, without me!" Said Severus frantically.
"No, they couldn't, come now, the Ministry now knows about Voldemort, so they wont be leaving the prisoners with the dementors, Albus received word that Aurors will now be guarding them." Reported Minerva, things weren't going exactly as she had planned.
"Right, if I go, the-"
"Oh thank you Severus," said Minerva in a rush before Severus could stop her, a she ran out the door, quite a funny sight, actually.
Notes: The little bit about august and notable is from First Man in Rome, by Colleen McCullough. Flames shall be force fed to.um, Umbrige! Yes, Dolores Umbrige, not that anyone would mind. Reviews are welcome.
To Be August and Notable
Severus Snape considered himself to be a man of his word, flimsy thing though it was. Never did he expect such a darkness to over come him on the night of his murderers death. He sank back into the deep comfort of his black leather bound chair, staring with vacant eyes into the pit of his fireplace. Sirius Black had died the brave Gryffindor, despite his pureblood ancestry of Slytherins. Dead. Gone. Never coming back. But why him, of all people, be sitting around reminiscing about him? He should be out celebrating, why wasn't he?
Because he died nobler then you could ever possibly dream, said that nasty little demon he had been trying to control ever since the first war. It was true, truer than he'd like to admit, even in his thoughts. Oh yes, it was true, very much so. Minerva McGonagall, rushing to save Hagrid, what was it, four stunning curses in the chest? Somehow, he would have rather been in her place then inside dealing out detention. To be looked upon by others as the hero, just once, once was all he asked.
But you're not, insisted that little bugger. No, he wasn't, he was the one who was just around to be the Silver Slytherin Spy, the one who would tell Minerva that Hagrid was being attacked. The one who would send members of the Order of the Phoenix to help precious Potter. Severus smirked cruelly and un-corked a bottle of Fire whiskey, yes, the Boy-Of-Ever- Annoying-Stupidity had yet again managed to win back his public, Severus would not share adoration come next term. Pity, Severus was awoken from his reverie when a certain Scot knocked on his door.
"Severus? I know that you don't usually let outsiders in the Bat cave, but I would like a word," called Minerva.
The words "Bat cave" did stir Severus up, that was what Lucius and him used to call their tree fort at Malfoy Manor. Severus doubted she new that, but it bring up guilt that the boy-now-man was in Azkaban because of him. Not for long, reminded the nasty, little voice.
"What now, Minerva?" Severus said, he had attempted a snap, but had turned out more like a weary question.
Minerva raised her eyebrows, she had been expecting a harsh rebuke, "Well.nothing really, just to talk." There was one thing about Minerva, was that she was much more, well human around friends, and Severus could relate, since Albus had left she had become increasingly more needy of conversation with him. Now that he was back, though, there could only be one explanation of why she was disturbing his peace at such an abnormal time.
"Albus busy?" Severus asked quietly, assuming the obvious.
"Well.yes, he's talking with Potter, but that's not why I came," Minerva said, eyeing him up for reasons he couldn't fathom. "Well then, please do fill me in," the tone of classroom haggle became to edge it's way into his voice, but Minerva didn't seem to notice, the mention of Potter always set him on edge.
"Well I sorry that I'm not as august and notable as you!" Said a very exasperated Minerva.
"Minerva, august and notable mean the same thing, I'm just trying to understand why you are here, right now, because really you staying here is keeping me sombre, now if you were, say, Hagrid."
The silky tone seemed to have calmed her down; she sat down in the chair next to him, and focused her attention upon the mantle piece, there was one picture, and it seemed to catch her attention. It was a picture of two boys, framed in Victorian silver border. One was slightly taller, onyx black eyes, pale alabaster skin, dark sleek hair, a faint smile playing about his face, surprisingly when compared with the frigid man next to him, almost identical. The other one was a pale blond, with innocent grey eyes; they had there an arm over each other's shoulders, suggesting they were very close. Yet, there was also certain sadness about them, the effects of the calm before the storm on most pureblood families.
"So."pressed Severus, looking as though he was trying to avoid the picture, "what's up?"
"I just wanted to talk in general, Severus, but, well do you feel.guilty?" Asked Minerva, she knew it wasn't any of her business, but she couldn't help herself. "Well, that depends on what your talking about Minerva, are you talking about me joining the Death Eaters? Or perhaps about me betraying them to Albus? How about, when I gave the Potters information about the Dark Lord, only to see them die? Do you mean me letting their murderer get away, then leading Sirius Black to his death? Or do you mean my friends? Or just generally everything?" Severus spat with venom.
"Your not guilty for any those, well, except joining the Death Eaters.But I was asking about Lucius, because The Order has a mission for you," concluded Minerva.
"I thought you said you just wanted to talk," commented Severus, "well then, what is it?"
"We want you to break into Azkaban and free them," Minerva said simply, hoping that her lightness would block the fact of what she had just said.
"You want me to WHAT!?!?" Thundered Severus, clearly thinking she had accidentally ate a lemon drop, "HAVE YOU GONE MAD?"
"I certainly hope not," replied Minerva, sounding a lot like Albus. "Minerva, be reasonable! I don't think I could do that, plus they could easily break out, without me!" Said Severus frantically.
"No, they couldn't, come now, the Ministry now knows about Voldemort, so they wont be leaving the prisoners with the dementors, Albus received word that Aurors will now be guarding them." Reported Minerva, things weren't going exactly as she had planned.
"Right, if I go, the-"
"Oh thank you Severus," said Minerva in a rush before Severus could stop her, a she ran out the door, quite a funny sight, actually.
Notes: The little bit about august and notable is from First Man in Rome, by Colleen McCullough. Flames shall be force fed to.um, Umbrige! Yes, Dolores Umbrige, not that anyone would mind. Reviews are welcome.