Sirius hardly knew what to do. What had he done? He'd nearly killed
someone. Someone he hated.
Did he regret it? Was he sorry? Yes, he was. But was it mere sorrow at being caught? Or the fact that he'd connived his best friend into nearly eating a classmate and giving James a concussion? No, it was more then that.
He felt sorry for Snape. All scratched and bloody like that. He'd looked so helpless. So.pale. Like he'd died.
Dumbledore, ever smiling, ever laughing Dumbledore, was frowning at him over his glasses. The blue eyes were serious and icy as he looked at Sirius.
"Professor?"
"Yes, Mr. Black?"
Mr. Black. Not Sirius. Jeez, this was bad. "Professor, I'm really, really sorry. I just-"
"Wasn't thinking?" came the cutting response. The eyes softened a bit. "Yes, I know you have considerable trouble keeping your temper under control. But what set you off, Sirius? Was it so serious, so harmful, that you were willing to risk three lives that night?"
"Three?" he echoed, still in shock.
"Yes, three. James, who has a concussion and a nasty cut, Severus, who is still unconscious and has lost quite a lot of blood, and Remus."
"Remus?"
"You know how peaceful Remus is, in spite of his other nature. Do you really think he would rejoice at such a happening? By merlin, Sirius, are you that blinded?"
"No!" he said, gripping the chair. "I know, Remy wouldn't be happy. I wouldn't be happy. But he wasn't in any danger!"
"Oh no?" Dumbledore said, his eyes sober. "Do you remember, Sirius, when you were a tiny tot, those murders over in Brighton?"
"Yeah," Sirius muttered. "Mum told me about them. Said a rabid werewolf would get me if I didn't do my lessons."
"That was when Remus was first bitten."
"What?!?!"
"Remus was told this summer, about how he had killed two Muggles and injured another. He tried to commit suicide. To protect the world, he said. From the wolf. From him." Dumbledore slammed a fist into the cluttered table in a fit of irregular temper. "By the Gods, Sirius, what possessed you?"
"He called me a Death Eater!"
"Sirius, Severus has problems, surely that was just teasing-"
"He started shooting his mouth, about how Remus was sneaking out with me and he'd get us expelled and it'd serve me right, me getting sent home to Uriah and getting beaten as hard as I was able to stand and more and being Crucioed and tattoed and made to serve the Dark Lord and how I was a disgrace to the name of Black. I told him to stop, to leave me alone, but he wouldn't listen." Sirius buried his face in his hands and sobbed. "He wouldn't listen."
Dumbledore approached the sobbing child and patted his back. "There, there, Sirius. Its over now. Not forgotten, not forgiven, and certaintly not done with James and Remus and Severus. But its over. He's not dead."
Sirius just kept crying.
"I didn't mean to, sir, I swear!" he said, wiping the tears from his face. "Gods, sir, you have to believe me. I don't love Snape, but I didn't want to kill him. I thought it'd be a lesson, to stay away, leave me alone."
"Come, Sirius." Dumbledore rose regally. "We have to talk with three young men who are extrememly hurt and confused."
Sirius rose as well and started to the hospital wing, feeling as though bricks were in his feet.
***
Ooh, cliffie! Yes, well, indeed.
DISCLAIMER: Me no own Sevvie of Sirry or Remy or Jamie. But I do somewhat own Uriah. I think I might make him make an appearance in a dream or something. Anyhow, I think this'll be maybe five or six chapters, starting with the attack, then this, then the hospital wing and some other surprises. Cheers!
THANKS TO:
My Reviewers! Huzzah! One of you, be my beta reader, pwease! Well, here they are, in the flesh. Or ink. Or whatever.
Lover of Lupe, Cleric 007, Dimgwrthien, cassieowls, and Maggie Black.
I LOVE YOU GUYS!
ETA on next chapter: the sixth or seventh of Dec. maybe earlier.
Did he regret it? Was he sorry? Yes, he was. But was it mere sorrow at being caught? Or the fact that he'd connived his best friend into nearly eating a classmate and giving James a concussion? No, it was more then that.
He felt sorry for Snape. All scratched and bloody like that. He'd looked so helpless. So.pale. Like he'd died.
Dumbledore, ever smiling, ever laughing Dumbledore, was frowning at him over his glasses. The blue eyes were serious and icy as he looked at Sirius.
"Professor?"
"Yes, Mr. Black?"
Mr. Black. Not Sirius. Jeez, this was bad. "Professor, I'm really, really sorry. I just-"
"Wasn't thinking?" came the cutting response. The eyes softened a bit. "Yes, I know you have considerable trouble keeping your temper under control. But what set you off, Sirius? Was it so serious, so harmful, that you were willing to risk three lives that night?"
"Three?" he echoed, still in shock.
"Yes, three. James, who has a concussion and a nasty cut, Severus, who is still unconscious and has lost quite a lot of blood, and Remus."
"Remus?"
"You know how peaceful Remus is, in spite of his other nature. Do you really think he would rejoice at such a happening? By merlin, Sirius, are you that blinded?"
"No!" he said, gripping the chair. "I know, Remy wouldn't be happy. I wouldn't be happy. But he wasn't in any danger!"
"Oh no?" Dumbledore said, his eyes sober. "Do you remember, Sirius, when you were a tiny tot, those murders over in Brighton?"
"Yeah," Sirius muttered. "Mum told me about them. Said a rabid werewolf would get me if I didn't do my lessons."
"That was when Remus was first bitten."
"What?!?!"
"Remus was told this summer, about how he had killed two Muggles and injured another. He tried to commit suicide. To protect the world, he said. From the wolf. From him." Dumbledore slammed a fist into the cluttered table in a fit of irregular temper. "By the Gods, Sirius, what possessed you?"
"He called me a Death Eater!"
"Sirius, Severus has problems, surely that was just teasing-"
"He started shooting his mouth, about how Remus was sneaking out with me and he'd get us expelled and it'd serve me right, me getting sent home to Uriah and getting beaten as hard as I was able to stand and more and being Crucioed and tattoed and made to serve the Dark Lord and how I was a disgrace to the name of Black. I told him to stop, to leave me alone, but he wouldn't listen." Sirius buried his face in his hands and sobbed. "He wouldn't listen."
Dumbledore approached the sobbing child and patted his back. "There, there, Sirius. Its over now. Not forgotten, not forgiven, and certaintly not done with James and Remus and Severus. But its over. He's not dead."
Sirius just kept crying.
"I didn't mean to, sir, I swear!" he said, wiping the tears from his face. "Gods, sir, you have to believe me. I don't love Snape, but I didn't want to kill him. I thought it'd be a lesson, to stay away, leave me alone."
"Come, Sirius." Dumbledore rose regally. "We have to talk with three young men who are extrememly hurt and confused."
Sirius rose as well and started to the hospital wing, feeling as though bricks were in his feet.
***
Ooh, cliffie! Yes, well, indeed.
DISCLAIMER: Me no own Sevvie of Sirry or Remy or Jamie. But I do somewhat own Uriah. I think I might make him make an appearance in a dream or something. Anyhow, I think this'll be maybe five or six chapters, starting with the attack, then this, then the hospital wing and some other surprises. Cheers!
THANKS TO:
My Reviewers! Huzzah! One of you, be my beta reader, pwease! Well, here they are, in the flesh. Or ink. Or whatever.
Lover of Lupe, Cleric 007, Dimgwrthien, cassieowls, and Maggie Black.
I LOVE YOU GUYS!
ETA on next chapter: the sixth or seventh of Dec. maybe earlier.