Disclaimer: Based on a combination of the PoA movie and the Harry Potter books. No real book spoilers, just a film one. The film really twisted around facts in the book, but it was good nonetheless. There was a ton of implied slash and Emma Watson's Hermione was a tad slutty.
Background:
(If you read the notes at the end of my Blaise fic "Why, David, why?" the next lines are redundant….)
I imagined Snape to be a bit of a family man. After the death of his mother, and later, his father, he lived with his aunt and uncle with his two sisters and brother (who died as an adult from Auror violence). He stood by his siblings and later, when he married, he was very protective of his family. Now, his wife, sisters, in-laws, nieces, nephews, and children live out of the country and have no immediate plans on returning to the UK as a result of a paranoid fear of Aurors.
So, er, yeah.
Er, anyway, Snape's thoughts about the shielding Hermione, Harry, and Ron from Remus Lupin as a werewolf. Rated PG for language.
I saw it. My chance to inflict the pain on Sirius Black. The thing I'd longed for. So long… oh so longed have I waited. Oh, to see Sirius Black die. Oh, sweet Lord, to have all my hate leave me as his soul left his body. Oh yes, and having Remus Lupin punished would be an added and wanted bonus, naturally. However, I loathed Black more.
And I lost it. The brat of that Potter son of a bitch. The very spell I used during the formation of the Dueling Club on that pansy Lockhart. That very spell made me lose my chance. That little Potter bastard.
And yet.
And yet, when I regained my conscious, saw no-one there and left the Shack, I protected that Potter boy and his Gryffindor fellows. Call it… "paternal". I did not at first think of killing the man that tormented me at Hogwarts and his accomplice, no, I saw the monster and protected the children. A split second instinct.
And when I brought the wounded Gryffindor trio back to the castle, revenge only flittered in my mind. No death. My only concern was the protection of my students. Their well-being. Capturing the werewolf running amok. Making certain that the fugitive was safe behind bars. This strong paternal feeling leaves an ache. I have not seen my family. I have not spent time with my children or my nieces and nephews. I never witnessed my son learning to walk. I never heard my son's first words. I never saw my son turn into a one-year-old, never experienced his "terrible twos." I never saw my daughter's fourth birthday.
And they're around the age of Mr. Potter. It takes me a while to calculate their ages. What an excellent father I am! (Though, nothing on my own father.)
But, what I felt for my students at that moment... my meddling, foolish, troublesome students.
Call it "paternal."
…Fin…
(Love to EagleDayDream who saw PoA with me on June 4th. "Dumbledore's evil twin" and yes… the slash scenes. Sooo many scenes. And stupid Hermione. And slashy funny Draco. And Snape bitching at Hermione. Best HP film ever.)
Ooo, first reviewer gets to help me pick a random Northeastern hockey team to root for next year. I figure if I start watching more games, I'll learn to recognize "slashing" and whatnot. (Though I've seen a lot of "roughing"... Rrowr, those sexy hockey men. And "Miracle" was a good movie, despite the fact that more charcter development would've helped it. Bitching hockey scenes though. Hey, who says "bitching" anymore? ... Just me, baby.)