Chapter Seven: Falling Snow
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"Mark
What was it about that night
Roger
What was it about that night
Both
Connection - in an isolating age
Mark
For once the shadows gave way to light
Roger
For once the shadows gave way to light
Both
For once I didn't disengage
Both
Dying in America
At the end of the millennium
We're dying in America
To come into our own
And when you're dying in America
At the end of the millennium
You're not alone
I'm not alone
I'm not alone"
-"What You Own" from RENT
Sev sat and rubbed his temples. Since the funeral he had recruited Lucius, Avery and Mcnair to help him try and find records on Lord Voldamort. Unfortunately they wheren't finding much and it was soon to be Christmas. Everything in the Castile had taken on a festive look. Trees where in the Great Hall, and the dungeons where freezing. It was hard enough to concentrate on schoolwork let alone trying to find a dark wizard who didn't seem to be in any written scrap of parchment anywhere.
"This is just the same, Severus. Nothing. No Lord Voldamort." Lucius said as he pushed back a strand of blond hair and looked out the window. It had been snowing for two days now and outside Hogwarts it looked like a winter wonderland. Sev looked up to see his friend smiling a little. For some reason the thought of a white Christmas made Lucius happy. He couldn't fathom why anyone would want a lot of troublesome snow lying around but then again he'd never really done anything but stayed inside when it snowed. McNair was examining the piece of parchment that Avery had been writing on. The brown-haired boy looked outside then started to draw on it. Sev looked at Lucius who's gray eyes where lazily settled on the parchment. Suddenly he snatched it from them.
"What have we here?" Sev asked with a smirk.
"It would appear to be, my God, Severus you won't believe it."
"What?" Sev took the parchment and his eyes widened for a moment. Then he started examining it.
"It's nothing, Severus." Avery said, in his jumpy way as Malfoy kept them from taking the parchment back. Sev waved the comment away and started to read it out loud so that Lucius could hear him.
"Falling Snow"
The snow continues to fall Soft and soundless On the ground it leaves a powdery mess It makes everything else feel small
You don't know if it's beautiful With it's sheen How it makes you dream It makes you brain dull
Or if it is death without a soul With it's callous and it's cold How it will make you fold For you the bell will toll
It swirls and is tossed It lets itself ride the wind Trying to get us pinned Then we are simply lost
You will know While you watch the falling snow
Sev sat looking at the poem. It was in Avery's incomparable scrawl with drawings of snow all around it. It swirled and they're where drifts and flakes in perfect detail around the margins.
"You draw the snow, McNair?" Lucius asked as he took the parchment from Sev. McNair looked around at the other three boys then nodded slowly. "They are very good." Lucius said slowly. His eyes took in every detail. "Sev look at the drifts, you almost feel like you could touch them." Sev nodded and looked over at the two boys.
"Why Avery and McNair, I never know you had it in you. Poets and artists." Sev said as he shook his head.
"It takes all kinds of people." Lucius said with a smile.
"Y-you two like it?" McNair asked.
"Yes, it's very good. When did you get this talent?" Lucius asked.
"Well we where dared too, by my sister. She said we where stupid so we wanted to show her that we could do something creative so I wrote a poem and he drew around it." Avery said, he fixed his large eyes on Sev. "She really liked it so we kept it up." Lucius smirked and Sev gave a nod. Then the tall boy stood and stretched.
"Let's leave. We won't find anything else today." Sev said as he cracked his neck.
"Good idea Severus. One can only work so much." Lucius said and handed the poem back to Avery who pocked it carefully. They walked outside into the snow in contemplative silence. Sev was lost in his own thoughts. Avery and McNair had actual talent, who would have thought it? Sev was just glad that they could use that as an outlet instead of oh say, killing small rodents or something. The snow crunched under his feet and that made Sev think about the poem. He wondered why the snow, which was so light felt so solid under his feet? Why when he shut his eyes it almost seemed like the snow made a sound as it fell, though it wasn't a normal sound. It was just to quiet, and yet somehow made a sound. His thoughts where interrupted by till a snowball wized by McNair's head. He growled a bit and looked around.
"There." He said simply and pointed toward a huge drift.
"I bet you it's some Gryffindors." Lucius sneered.
"Hehehe, all out in the snow without their mittens." Avery said, a crooked smile on his face. Sev looked at the drift then at his friends. A tight- lipped smile spread across his face.
"Lets get them." He said. Lucius smiled and started giving commands.
"Whooooooooo." Avery cried as he threw snow in the direction of the drift. Sure enough out came the Marauders.
"You'll pay for that, Avery." Sirius cried as he shook snow out of his thick black hair.
"Poor Black, did he muss your hair?" Sev taunted as he spelled a shield around he and his friends. Soon a full-fledged snowball war broke out. Snow and magic where used, it wound up being Remus and Sev who made the shields so they got hit the most. Anyone who happened to be stupid enough to walk by got fell victim, including an extremely angry Professor McGonagall who wanted all of them to be put in detention immediately. However Dumbledore intervened by reminding her that "boys will be boys" and they needed to play. Three hours later the boys drug themselves into the school. All of them where too tired and cold to even try to threaten each other or think that they had missed dinner but instead trudged up to their Common Rooms. As he slipped into bed Sev couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe his uncle was right an maybe there was something to be said for acting like a kid. Not the he would ever tell him that or that he was going to let it happen to often. It was just a nice change. With that resolution in mind Sev drifted off into sleep.
AN: Sorry this is so short. I'm sick and I hope it turned out ok. I just wanted to give McNair and Avery a little character development, and I thought it would be nice to let Sev have fun in the snow. ;) Please review and thanks
"Mark
What was it about that night
Roger
What was it about that night
Both
Connection - in an isolating age
Mark
For once the shadows gave way to light
Roger
For once the shadows gave way to light
Both
For once I didn't disengage
Both
Dying in America
At the end of the millennium
We're dying in America
To come into our own
And when you're dying in America
At the end of the millennium
You're not alone
I'm not alone
I'm not alone"
-"What You Own" from RENT
Sev sat and rubbed his temples. Since the funeral he had recruited Lucius, Avery and Mcnair to help him try and find records on Lord Voldamort. Unfortunately they wheren't finding much and it was soon to be Christmas. Everything in the Castile had taken on a festive look. Trees where in the Great Hall, and the dungeons where freezing. It was hard enough to concentrate on schoolwork let alone trying to find a dark wizard who didn't seem to be in any written scrap of parchment anywhere.
"This is just the same, Severus. Nothing. No Lord Voldamort." Lucius said as he pushed back a strand of blond hair and looked out the window. It had been snowing for two days now and outside Hogwarts it looked like a winter wonderland. Sev looked up to see his friend smiling a little. For some reason the thought of a white Christmas made Lucius happy. He couldn't fathom why anyone would want a lot of troublesome snow lying around but then again he'd never really done anything but stayed inside when it snowed. McNair was examining the piece of parchment that Avery had been writing on. The brown-haired boy looked outside then started to draw on it. Sev looked at Lucius who's gray eyes where lazily settled on the parchment. Suddenly he snatched it from them.
"What have we here?" Sev asked with a smirk.
"It would appear to be, my God, Severus you won't believe it."
"What?" Sev took the parchment and his eyes widened for a moment. Then he started examining it.
"It's nothing, Severus." Avery said, in his jumpy way as Malfoy kept them from taking the parchment back. Sev waved the comment away and started to read it out loud so that Lucius could hear him.
"Falling Snow"
The snow continues to fall Soft and soundless On the ground it leaves a powdery mess It makes everything else feel small
You don't know if it's beautiful With it's sheen How it makes you dream It makes you brain dull
Or if it is death without a soul With it's callous and it's cold How it will make you fold For you the bell will toll
It swirls and is tossed It lets itself ride the wind Trying to get us pinned Then we are simply lost
You will know While you watch the falling snow
Sev sat looking at the poem. It was in Avery's incomparable scrawl with drawings of snow all around it. It swirled and they're where drifts and flakes in perfect detail around the margins.
"You draw the snow, McNair?" Lucius asked as he took the parchment from Sev. McNair looked around at the other three boys then nodded slowly. "They are very good." Lucius said slowly. His eyes took in every detail. "Sev look at the drifts, you almost feel like you could touch them." Sev nodded and looked over at the two boys.
"Why Avery and McNair, I never know you had it in you. Poets and artists." Sev said as he shook his head.
"It takes all kinds of people." Lucius said with a smile.
"Y-you two like it?" McNair asked.
"Yes, it's very good. When did you get this talent?" Lucius asked.
"Well we where dared too, by my sister. She said we where stupid so we wanted to show her that we could do something creative so I wrote a poem and he drew around it." Avery said, he fixed his large eyes on Sev. "She really liked it so we kept it up." Lucius smirked and Sev gave a nod. Then the tall boy stood and stretched.
"Let's leave. We won't find anything else today." Sev said as he cracked his neck.
"Good idea Severus. One can only work so much." Lucius said and handed the poem back to Avery who pocked it carefully. They walked outside into the snow in contemplative silence. Sev was lost in his own thoughts. Avery and McNair had actual talent, who would have thought it? Sev was just glad that they could use that as an outlet instead of oh say, killing small rodents or something. The snow crunched under his feet and that made Sev think about the poem. He wondered why the snow, which was so light felt so solid under his feet? Why when he shut his eyes it almost seemed like the snow made a sound as it fell, though it wasn't a normal sound. It was just to quiet, and yet somehow made a sound. His thoughts where interrupted by till a snowball wized by McNair's head. He growled a bit and looked around.
"There." He said simply and pointed toward a huge drift.
"I bet you it's some Gryffindors." Lucius sneered.
"Hehehe, all out in the snow without their mittens." Avery said, a crooked smile on his face. Sev looked at the drift then at his friends. A tight- lipped smile spread across his face.
"Lets get them." He said. Lucius smiled and started giving commands.
"Whooooooooo." Avery cried as he threw snow in the direction of the drift. Sure enough out came the Marauders.
"You'll pay for that, Avery." Sirius cried as he shook snow out of his thick black hair.
"Poor Black, did he muss your hair?" Sev taunted as he spelled a shield around he and his friends. Soon a full-fledged snowball war broke out. Snow and magic where used, it wound up being Remus and Sev who made the shields so they got hit the most. Anyone who happened to be stupid enough to walk by got fell victim, including an extremely angry Professor McGonagall who wanted all of them to be put in detention immediately. However Dumbledore intervened by reminding her that "boys will be boys" and they needed to play. Three hours later the boys drug themselves into the school. All of them where too tired and cold to even try to threaten each other or think that they had missed dinner but instead trudged up to their Common Rooms. As he slipped into bed Sev couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe his uncle was right an maybe there was something to be said for acting like a kid. Not the he would ever tell him that or that he was going to let it happen to often. It was just a nice change. With that resolution in mind Sev drifted off into sleep.
AN: Sorry this is so short. I'm sick and I hope it turned out ok. I just wanted to give McNair and Avery a little character development, and I thought it would be nice to let Sev have fun in the snow. ;) Please review and thanks