Music Of Maybe
The next day I wake up screaming. Remus looks at me and asks me what's wrong, but I tell him I just had a nightmare and he shouldn't worry. Actually, I am worried enough.
There is something between Harry and Snape and I sincerely hope it's nothing like what I dreamed of. Really, it's quite sick to wake up after having dreamed about your godson doing IT with his ugly Potions professor, the bane of my existence, next to Peter Pettigrew and Lord Voldemort. I absolutely resent that man.
Maybe I am just being paranoid about him. But after twelve years in Azkaban I ought to be a little overprotective of my godson, who is the only chance to have a kid myself.
If Snape ever touched him the wrong way, I'd kill the bastard.
When I enter the great hall I see Harry talking to HIM. Obviously he is not a spy anymore, despite my first impression, or he could hardly afford talking nicely to the Boy-Who-Lived. There is only one way to know if there is something between them. I cast a virginity-test hex on Harry as discretely as I can, but Snape recognizes the spell and stares at me in shock.
The faint light that glows at the base of Harry's back glows up white and disappears. That means he is still a virgin and that Snape did not lay his filthy hands on him.
But right now I have no time to be happy about my little exploration. Snape rushes forward and slaps me HARD. Really, really hard. I tumble back against the wall.
"Why in the name of Merlin would I ever touch a student of mine that way? Have you no brains at all? What do you think you are doing here?" he yells at me.
Harry watches us helplessly, not understanding what he is yelling about. He lays a hand on Snape's shoulder, but the git pushes him away and slaps me again.
"You perverted, brainless, stubborn, idiotic fool! The thought makes me sick!"
I clutch my split lip and look away. I overreacted, I know that, but I had to be sure. He growls and walks away, the black robes billowing behind him. Harry hands me a handkerchief and I wipe away the blood, before I fix my lip with a simple healing spell.
"What was that all about?" My godson asks seriously and I feel it is the best to tell him the truth. So I do. And he stares at me incredulously, before he starts laughing very, very hard.
"Sirius! Snape and I? That's ridiculous, disgusting – I mean, he could be my father!"
I grunt noncommittal and transform into dog shape to hide my flushed cheeks. He cuddles me and scratches behind my ears. If I were a cat, I'd purr. Instead, I howl faintly.
"Stupid old dog!" He grins, "Severus is only giving me further Occlumency lessons, that's why we are close. I can't hide my most embarrassing memories from him, so we formed a truce of some kind. He's my mentor, but surely not my lover!"
From the far corner of the room, Snape pulls a face and I turn tail and hide behind Remus, who just descended the stairs to go to breakfast. Harry smiles at us, and Snape nods at Remy before he we all resume our seats, I with the teachers this time.
The next day I wake up screaming. Remus looks at me and asks me what's wrong, but I tell him I just had a nightmare and he shouldn't worry. Actually, I am worried enough.
There is something between Harry and Snape and I sincerely hope it's nothing like what I dreamed of. Really, it's quite sick to wake up after having dreamed about your godson doing IT with his ugly Potions professor, the bane of my existence, next to Peter Pettigrew and Lord Voldemort. I absolutely resent that man.
Maybe I am just being paranoid about him. But after twelve years in Azkaban I ought to be a little overprotective of my godson, who is the only chance to have a kid myself.
If Snape ever touched him the wrong way, I'd kill the bastard.
When I enter the great hall I see Harry talking to HIM. Obviously he is not a spy anymore, despite my first impression, or he could hardly afford talking nicely to the Boy-Who-Lived. There is only one way to know if there is something between them. I cast a virginity-test hex on Harry as discretely as I can, but Snape recognizes the spell and stares at me in shock.
The faint light that glows at the base of Harry's back glows up white and disappears. That means he is still a virgin and that Snape did not lay his filthy hands on him.
But right now I have no time to be happy about my little exploration. Snape rushes forward and slaps me HARD. Really, really hard. I tumble back against the wall.
"Why in the name of Merlin would I ever touch a student of mine that way? Have you no brains at all? What do you think you are doing here?" he yells at me.
Harry watches us helplessly, not understanding what he is yelling about. He lays a hand on Snape's shoulder, but the git pushes him away and slaps me again.
"You perverted, brainless, stubborn, idiotic fool! The thought makes me sick!"
I clutch my split lip and look away. I overreacted, I know that, but I had to be sure. He growls and walks away, the black robes billowing behind him. Harry hands me a handkerchief and I wipe away the blood, before I fix my lip with a simple healing spell.
"What was that all about?" My godson asks seriously and I feel it is the best to tell him the truth. So I do. And he stares at me incredulously, before he starts laughing very, very hard.
"Sirius! Snape and I? That's ridiculous, disgusting – I mean, he could be my father!"
I grunt noncommittal and transform into dog shape to hide my flushed cheeks. He cuddles me and scratches behind my ears. If I were a cat, I'd purr. Instead, I howl faintly.
"Stupid old dog!" He grins, "Severus is only giving me further Occlumency lessons, that's why we are close. I can't hide my most embarrassing memories from him, so we formed a truce of some kind. He's my mentor, but surely not my lover!"
From the far corner of the room, Snape pulls a face and I turn tail and hide behind Remus, who just descended the stairs to go to breakfast. Harry smiles at us, and Snape nods at Remy before he we all resume our seats, I with the teachers this time.
