CHAPTER 3: Flashback Sirius went back into the kitchen. He saw that there were no pancakes left (and was horribly traumatized and immediately admitted to St. Mungos for therapy), and being hungry he decided to make some more. First he poured the batter into the bowl. Then he poured in some water. He knew that there was something else to put into the mix but he wasn't sure (see after whacking Severus with his new mallet he had accidentally gotten himself= memory loss). "Severus? I have a question!" (since when are they on a first name basis?) "What!" Severus answered back quite grumpily because he was hungry (but you know, being him it would be traumatizing to eat) and he had made the gigantic mound of pancakes with whipped cream and syrup on them disappear (No! Those were mine how dare he sob). He was also in desperate need of a nap (he wasn't used to staying up so late, the poor baby). "Do you know what the third (I thought there was more than three...maybe I should learn how to cook after all) ingredient to making pancakes is? I put in the pancake mix, water, but what is the third thing?" Sirius called from the kitchen. "NO! What did you put in the first batch (thinking, "God, I'm glad I didn't eat them, I need to live to the end of the fic) ? You knew then!" Severus angrily spat back. Then just to make it sound like he had really eaten them he added, "They were actually... edible. (delicious, made full of love for me!)" "I don't remember exactly... Some kind of powder I think." The front door could be heard opening a few minutes later as Sirius finally decided that it had indeed been some kind of powder, so why not try gun powder? Remus stepped into (the bedroom and decided to take advantage of the situation with Severus unable to move evil laughter) the kitchen to find Sirius putting the black batter over the oven...and seeing the stuff explode and fly everywhere, including his head. "Sirius, two questions," Remus said (controlling his urge to kill his remaining friend), whipping the gunk off his face. "Why is (my beloved) Severus Snape in my bedroom? And two, WHAT THE HELL DID YOU PUT IN THAT? YOU COULD HAVE KILLED US ALL!" Sirius's face whitened. "K-killed," he stammered. "You mean everyone in the house (and my poor poor Sevvie? Nooooooooooooooo!)?" "No, Sirius," Remus said sarcastically, "Everyone in the Bahamas." Sirius breathed more easily (and you could hear the sarcasm as it whistled over his head). "Good," he said, whipping the black mess off his own face. "Anyway, what was the first question again (hearing loss had set in with old age)?" "Why - is - Severus - Snape - in - my - bedroom?" Remus said clearly (speech therapy for him was really paying off). "Oh, um," Sirius said. "You see, he came here and he was hurt and...(I wanted to sleep with him and...stuff)" "Why did you take him back to Hogwarts?" Remus asked, deadly quiet (really, really exercising self control). Sirius blushed (ah, he's just one of the girls), of course, he should have thought of that, but...had he wanted to think of that? (not really, actually, not at all) Remus rolled his eyes (its to late to warn him they may get stuck like that someday). "Fine, you stay here and clean up this mess," he snapped (it's that time of month). "And I'll bring him back. This room had better be clean when I return or you will have to go and stay somewhere else, with Severus for all I care (No! No! Remus thought, I will go stay with Sevvie, he's mine! more evil laughter)!" That wouldn't be so bad, Sirius thought. He heard Remus mutter a spell under his breath and than open the door.

"Remember, the kitchen must be clean!" The door shut with a click and it felt to Sirius that a hole had been torn in his heart (Now if only he would get rid of the heart entirely than we could finally do something...like bury him, body and all scowls J.K. didn't even leave a body sobs). He waved his wand and the kitchen looked sparkling clean again. Then he went to the bedroom where, just a few minutes before Severus had been. He lay down on the bed and started to sob, wondering if he was ever going to see his Sevvie-poo again (and we've reached the stage of annoying nick-names folks, strap yourselves in, from hear on out its going to be a bumpy ride, right sweetums?). End Flashback Harry looked at Severus, jolted out of distant thought by his abrupt stop in the tale.

"Why did you stop?" he asked (Poor, poor idiot, he just doesn't realize what older men like to do instead of talking). "Because I wanted to (DUH!). Do you have such a big problem with that Potter?" Severus's voice changed from the voice of someone lost in a good memory (wow, he has good memories, shocking don't you think? Most authors seem to write along that line...) to the voice of the mean teacher who Harry knew so well (and woved with all his wittle heart). "I wanted you to continue." Harry whined (being the spoiled little brat that he was, only Severus ever saw through his disguise). He knew that now Snape had a softer side (yeah, a regular little bleeding heart case, ranking in softness with the good 'ole Easter Bunny and Santa), and try as he might, he couldn't forget the way (he had just been mauled by the angry chipmunk) his voice had sounded when he had been talking before. Harry swallowed hard, what was wrong with him (does he really wanna know, its quite a long list)? This was his teacher, remember (not currently)? You do not go around... Harry leaned forward... Kissing teachers. But that didn't stop him.