I had the urge to write, so I wrote Chapter 4 this night. I think it turned
out alright, but let me know what you think (
HP is not mine.
~blah, blah~ Sevvie's thoughts
Chapter Four
I was lost, I was lost, crossed lines I shouldn't have crossed, I was lost, oh yeah-Coldplay
It wasn't at all surprising that the first week back at Hogwarts had been a hectic
one. Severus had expected that, with the O.W.L.S this year, the teachers would be
continually stressing on it. Of course, not many seemed to see what the fuss was about.
The majority of his idiotic classmates merely thought the professors were doing all this to
torture them and take perverse pleasure in it.
He was sitting in Transfiguration at the moment, silently copying the definitions
McGonagall had written on the blackboard while the Gryffindors fooled around and the
Slytherins chatted quietly amongst themselves, throwing the occasional contemptuous
glare at the Gryffindors. McGonagall had received an urgent note from Dumbledore and
had to step out of class. Foolishly she had left Lupin in charge of the class, seeing as he
was from her House and a Prefect; however, with Potter and Black as his friends, he
wasn't keeping any order in the class whatsoever.
Said hooligans were currently levitating many old books and zooming them
around the classroom in a race as their cronies guffawed and pointed as if they had never
seen something so spectacular in their paltry little lives.
~Do any of them even care whether they pass the exams or not? Or are their
parents so lenient that they turn a blind eye to their abysmal marks?~
Of course, the entire class wasn't idiots, in the academic way. Lupin worked hard
for his grades, and Evan had that wisdom one gained through a less than perfect life, as
did Severus himself. However, the two who never cared about their studies and hardly
studied when it was time to write exams where Potter and Black, and yet they still were
successful in getting top marks, and how Severus loathed them for it.
The Perfect Gryffindors, Golden Boys, beloved by all (excluding the Slytherins),
who were good at everything without even putting an effort into it. The teachers' pride
and joy...well, except for Professor Doyle who only liked students who did well in his
class, which was why Severus enjoyed Potions even more than he always did. Severus
felt that only there were you recognized for your skill instead of your House.
Suddenly one of the books slammed into his face painfully. He choked back a cry
of surprise as his hands flew to his face as if they could reduce the ache throbbing
through it. There were muffled noises in the background, he wasn't really paying
attention to them though, seeing as his nose was gushing out blood and despite himself he
felt incredibly faint. He couldn't even curse Potter and Black at the moment because it
was too hard for him to string two thoughts together.
However, a strong arm hoisted him up and hauled him out of the room. Rosier
brought him to the Hospital Wing with relatively little difficulty, leaving Severus to
wonder how he could posses such strength with a fairly slight body, but then he
remembered he was quite lithe himself.
"Oh dear!" came the annoyingly high-pitched voice of Madam Bell, "What's
happened here? Evan, sit Severus down."
After he did what she told, the nurse flicked her wand at Severus' nose
murmuring 'Strigo crudus'. The blood immediately ceased its continuous flow; however
Severus' nose felt as if it were on fire. Madam Bell tutted as she flicked her wand again
to clean off all the blood on him and then examined his nose.
"Well Mr. Snape, it looks as if you have a broken nose."
He glowered at her as she raised her wand again, "Nasosgro."
He felt his nose bone shift back together again, and bit his tongue to keep from
groaning in slight pain. He didn't want to know how horrible his nose looked now; it had
always been aquiline, and after being smashed hard by a hardcover text, he doubted it had
gotten any smaller. Rosier chuckled, as if reading his thoughts, "It doesn't look too bad
Severus."
Leaving the Hospital Wing together, they made their way back to the Slytherin
Common Room since they figured McGonagall wouldn't be back and it was lunch time
after their class anyways. The Slytherins would bring their books back, and if not they
would just have to stop by later and pick them up. Severus knew Rosier didn't just want
to skip class because there was no point in going back with Potter and Black there to
wage war on, he wanted to know what had happened the night they had gone out of
school bounds to Lucius' Mansion.
They climbed the stairs and both flopped on their beds, Rosier across from
Severus. The boy gave him a scrutinizing look, which he returned. Rosier sighed in
exasperation and finally said, "Fine, if you're not going to tell me outright, I'll ask. What
happened that night? What did Lucius want with you?"
Severus decided to tell him, at least just the fact that Riddle wanted him to make a
potion. Of course, when he told him Rosier demanded to know what potion, he being an
average potion brewer meant he would probably know what Veritaserum was, seeing as it
was a relatively new creation. And he certainly did know.
"What?!" Rosier exclaimed. "But that's very advanced Potions making! I mean,
I know you're good Severus, but Veritaserum? How do you plan to pull this one off? I
doubt the school holds half the ingredients you need, and the ones they do have you
wouldn't be allowed to be anywhere near! Do you even know the procedure to brew it?
I can't see a school having the instructions for it."
Severus smirked, "Yes I am aware of all of what you said, I even raised those
doubts to Riddle, but he has...confidence in me." Severus wasn't sure if he felt proud
about that or uncomfortable.
"Really..." Rosier murmured dryly. Severus scowled at him, but Rosier grinned a
moment later to show him he wasn't trying to insult him.
"Well, if you need a hand, like someone to help you chop ingredients and things
like that, I'm your man; how you plan to get these materials is beyond me, but I'm sure
the cunning Severus Snape will think of something!"
Severus raised his eyebrow and responded incredulously, "And why are you so
eager to help with a dangerous, difficult, time-consuming potion?"
Rosier gave him a sly look, "Do I need a reason?"
Severus huffed at his fellow Slytherin's impertinence.
"Everyone always has a reason for helping; they don't just do it for the hell of it."
He stated firmly.
He watched as Rosier shook his head in amusement as he chuckled, "Severus,
Severus, Severus...I come from the same background as you, I know how things work.
But surely there can come a time when someone can offer to help without wanting
anything in return."
Severus snorted and narrowed his eyes, "I highly doubt it. Besides, I think you're
doing this to curry favor with this Riddle character for whatever reason of your own."
Rosier pretended to look offended, "How could you think me of such things?
Besides," he smirked here, "there could always be more than one reason for someone to
help."
"I suppose I'll learn of this other reason by the time I have completed the potion.
And why do I have the feeling it will be something not within my power to do, or want to
do."
Rosier got up from his bed as they heard the bell ring for lunch and stretched
languidly as he gave Severus a calculating look.
"Oh, we'll see Snape, we'll see."
OK! For those 'spells' I just looked up some Latin terms on the internet, so that doesn't necessarily mean they're correct. 'Strigo' is stop and 'crudus' is bleed. 'Nasosgro' I made from a combination of 'nasus' (nose), 'os' (bone) and 'integro' (heal). I noticed it was similar to skelegro, which obviously means to heal the skeleton I suppose. So there we go, I learned a new thing today! Anywho, hope you enjoyed. ^_^
HP is not mine.
~blah, blah~ Sevvie's thoughts
Chapter Four
I was lost, I was lost, crossed lines I shouldn't have crossed, I was lost, oh yeah-Coldplay
It wasn't at all surprising that the first week back at Hogwarts had been a hectic
one. Severus had expected that, with the O.W.L.S this year, the teachers would be
continually stressing on it. Of course, not many seemed to see what the fuss was about.
The majority of his idiotic classmates merely thought the professors were doing all this to
torture them and take perverse pleasure in it.
He was sitting in Transfiguration at the moment, silently copying the definitions
McGonagall had written on the blackboard while the Gryffindors fooled around and the
Slytherins chatted quietly amongst themselves, throwing the occasional contemptuous
glare at the Gryffindors. McGonagall had received an urgent note from Dumbledore and
had to step out of class. Foolishly she had left Lupin in charge of the class, seeing as he
was from her House and a Prefect; however, with Potter and Black as his friends, he
wasn't keeping any order in the class whatsoever.
Said hooligans were currently levitating many old books and zooming them
around the classroom in a race as their cronies guffawed and pointed as if they had never
seen something so spectacular in their paltry little lives.
~Do any of them even care whether they pass the exams or not? Or are their
parents so lenient that they turn a blind eye to their abysmal marks?~
Of course, the entire class wasn't idiots, in the academic way. Lupin worked hard
for his grades, and Evan had that wisdom one gained through a less than perfect life, as
did Severus himself. However, the two who never cared about their studies and hardly
studied when it was time to write exams where Potter and Black, and yet they still were
successful in getting top marks, and how Severus loathed them for it.
The Perfect Gryffindors, Golden Boys, beloved by all (excluding the Slytherins),
who were good at everything without even putting an effort into it. The teachers' pride
and joy...well, except for Professor Doyle who only liked students who did well in his
class, which was why Severus enjoyed Potions even more than he always did. Severus
felt that only there were you recognized for your skill instead of your House.
Suddenly one of the books slammed into his face painfully. He choked back a cry
of surprise as his hands flew to his face as if they could reduce the ache throbbing
through it. There were muffled noises in the background, he wasn't really paying
attention to them though, seeing as his nose was gushing out blood and despite himself he
felt incredibly faint. He couldn't even curse Potter and Black at the moment because it
was too hard for him to string two thoughts together.
However, a strong arm hoisted him up and hauled him out of the room. Rosier
brought him to the Hospital Wing with relatively little difficulty, leaving Severus to
wonder how he could posses such strength with a fairly slight body, but then he
remembered he was quite lithe himself.
"Oh dear!" came the annoyingly high-pitched voice of Madam Bell, "What's
happened here? Evan, sit Severus down."
After he did what she told, the nurse flicked her wand at Severus' nose
murmuring 'Strigo crudus'. The blood immediately ceased its continuous flow; however
Severus' nose felt as if it were on fire. Madam Bell tutted as she flicked her wand again
to clean off all the blood on him and then examined his nose.
"Well Mr. Snape, it looks as if you have a broken nose."
He glowered at her as she raised her wand again, "Nasosgro."
He felt his nose bone shift back together again, and bit his tongue to keep from
groaning in slight pain. He didn't want to know how horrible his nose looked now; it had
always been aquiline, and after being smashed hard by a hardcover text, he doubted it had
gotten any smaller. Rosier chuckled, as if reading his thoughts, "It doesn't look too bad
Severus."
Leaving the Hospital Wing together, they made their way back to the Slytherin
Common Room since they figured McGonagall wouldn't be back and it was lunch time
after their class anyways. The Slytherins would bring their books back, and if not they
would just have to stop by later and pick them up. Severus knew Rosier didn't just want
to skip class because there was no point in going back with Potter and Black there to
wage war on, he wanted to know what had happened the night they had gone out of
school bounds to Lucius' Mansion.
They climbed the stairs and both flopped on their beds, Rosier across from
Severus. The boy gave him a scrutinizing look, which he returned. Rosier sighed in
exasperation and finally said, "Fine, if you're not going to tell me outright, I'll ask. What
happened that night? What did Lucius want with you?"
Severus decided to tell him, at least just the fact that Riddle wanted him to make a
potion. Of course, when he told him Rosier demanded to know what potion, he being an
average potion brewer meant he would probably know what Veritaserum was, seeing as it
was a relatively new creation. And he certainly did know.
"What?!" Rosier exclaimed. "But that's very advanced Potions making! I mean,
I know you're good Severus, but Veritaserum? How do you plan to pull this one off? I
doubt the school holds half the ingredients you need, and the ones they do have you
wouldn't be allowed to be anywhere near! Do you even know the procedure to brew it?
I can't see a school having the instructions for it."
Severus smirked, "Yes I am aware of all of what you said, I even raised those
doubts to Riddle, but he has...confidence in me." Severus wasn't sure if he felt proud
about that or uncomfortable.
"Really..." Rosier murmured dryly. Severus scowled at him, but Rosier grinned a
moment later to show him he wasn't trying to insult him.
"Well, if you need a hand, like someone to help you chop ingredients and things
like that, I'm your man; how you plan to get these materials is beyond me, but I'm sure
the cunning Severus Snape will think of something!"
Severus raised his eyebrow and responded incredulously, "And why are you so
eager to help with a dangerous, difficult, time-consuming potion?"
Rosier gave him a sly look, "Do I need a reason?"
Severus huffed at his fellow Slytherin's impertinence.
"Everyone always has a reason for helping; they don't just do it for the hell of it."
He stated firmly.
He watched as Rosier shook his head in amusement as he chuckled, "Severus,
Severus, Severus...I come from the same background as you, I know how things work.
But surely there can come a time when someone can offer to help without wanting
anything in return."
Severus snorted and narrowed his eyes, "I highly doubt it. Besides, I think you're
doing this to curry favor with this Riddle character for whatever reason of your own."
Rosier pretended to look offended, "How could you think me of such things?
Besides," he smirked here, "there could always be more than one reason for someone to
help."
"I suppose I'll learn of this other reason by the time I have completed the potion.
And why do I have the feeling it will be something not within my power to do, or want to
do."
Rosier got up from his bed as they heard the bell ring for lunch and stretched
languidly as he gave Severus a calculating look.
"Oh, we'll see Snape, we'll see."
OK! For those 'spells' I just looked up some Latin terms on the internet, so that doesn't necessarily mean they're correct. 'Strigo' is stop and 'crudus' is bleed. 'Nasosgro' I made from a combination of 'nasus' (nose), 'os' (bone) and 'integro' (heal). I noticed it was similar to skelegro, which obviously means to heal the skeleton I suppose. So there we go, I learned a new thing today! Anywho, hope you enjoyed. ^_^