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A/N Hello, Elendor here, and my best friend and new Partner in crime, Black Majik, this is our first serious fic that we've written together. Yours truly wrote anything seen through Remus Lupin's eyes. Anything seen through Severus Snape's eyes is written By B M.
WARNING: slash pairings, RL/SS, RL/SB
7. It's all based around the seven deadly sins, Gluttony, Greed, Envy, Lust, Pride, Sloth and Wrath.
It is set in the Seventh year of Remus Lupin and Severus Snape's schooling, there will be seven chapters, no more, no less, and a new chapter will hopefully be posted up each week. Or not, due to my lazyness, maybe a chapter every year.
I don't think there has been anything quite like this fic before, please excuse me if I am wrong about that, and we hope that, if you don't enjoy it, that it does at least make you think on certain things, this story has no happy ending, therefore this story has no ending, because if its not ok, its not the end.
Let us take you by the hand and through the darkest, most sinister corners of the human soul, but don't worry: Thou shalt not Sin.
Black Majik: Monkey. That is all.
7 Chapter one Gluttony
The train rattled slowly along the tracks towards Hogwarts the rain pelting on the windows making everything blurry out side, Severus Snape was huddled in a corner, in as small a ball as he could manage, staring with large untrusting dark eyes out of the steamy window. It was going to be another year of pointless torture from that bastard Potter and his bloody friends.
Why did they have to pick on him, it wasn't as if he did anything to annoy them, he just happened to show up at the wrong place at the wrong time. Every time.
He sighed and looked round the empty compartment. 'At least this is the last year I'll be alone,' he said bitterly and stretched out along the seat. It wasn't as if anyone was going to come in now, not to sit with him. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
* * *
The train rattled slowly along the tracks towards Hogwarts and Remus Lupin sat watching the fields go by out of the window, curled up in as small a ball he could manage, half heartedly listening to the conversation about the Quidditch league his friends were having beside him.
He was starting to feel like he wasn't really part of their group anymore, it was never really meant to be, he was a lone wolf, sometimes quite literally, it was in his nature to be so. After all, hadn't he spent the entire first year alone?
He hadn't meant for them to drift, but it couldn't be helped, they just didn't have the same interests, he wanted to study, do well in the exams, he had to. They... well, they didn't.
He closed his eyes, ah well, no matter. At least he had someone to talk to, unlike Snape. Well...
Sirius listened to him sometimes, but only if you gave him kisses.
James, if he wasn't busy with chasing after Lily Evans.
Peter, but that was like talking to a brick wall.
Maybe he was more alone than he thought.
Ten minutes later he could no longer stand the racket he stood up and left the compartment. He stopped just outside to see if they had even noticed he had gone but the boys inside continued to rant.
He needed to find a nice, quiet compartment, so he could study or sketch or something, but all of them seemed to be full, except the very last one.
He slid the door open and went inside, he had sat down before he realized there was someone else there.
Severus Snape.
Snape was curled up sleeping, his hands up by his face that was half covered by long black hair, his mouth slightly open. He didn't look at all frightening when he was asleep. Remus smiled and stood up to go but as he walked past Snape he felt a tug at his robes and looked down, Snape had some how managed, in the five seconds it had taken Remus to stand up and move, to grab onto his robes while he was still asleep.
What should he do? He knew what James would do; he would keep going and not be bothered if Snape woke up. He knew what Sirius would do; he would turn round and punch Snape right into the stratosphere.
Remus sat back down, oh well, it was at least quiet in here, and he could do some sketching.
He got out his sketchbook and looked around for something to draw, he could always just draw Snape sleeping.
He drew a lot of people sleeping, because when they lay still it was easier, flicking through his book he saw the one of Sirius and James, exhausted after a Quidditch game (they'd won) he had one of Peter when he'd fallen asleep upside down on the stair case while drunk, a few quick doodles of Lily Evans fallen asleep over a couple of books (James had nicked the good ones) one of Siri as Padfoot (not asleep, it seems he's more patient as a dog) and one of his mother sewing. There was also is legendary 'stick man diaries' where he would draw out the days events with labels and speech bubbles instead of writing it like most people do.
He turned to a fresh page and looked in his bag for a pencil, but only found a pen with red crimson ink, he shrugged to himself and started to draw.
Snape had very long dark lashes, he'd never noticed before but that was probably because he'd never dared to look Snape in the eyes, that was usually the first thing he looked at in a person, their eyes, and he didn't trust anyone who covered them with their hair, without exception, who ever said you had to trust yourself?
Snape had long fingers as well, he could've played piano, of course, so had Lupin, but he was only good at drawing and painting, and had failed at evey instrument he'd ever tried to play in his life. Would Snape be any good at drawing? He didn't know.
The shadows on Snape's face were hard to shade in with the crimson pen, but he was doing a reasonably good job at it just now, he could always re do it latter in black and white, and anyway, he wouldn't be keeping this one in the book, James would never speak to him again if he found out about it, and if he told Sirius then Sirius would kill him, and possibly Snape as well, just for being there.
Finished, he signed the bottom, R. Lupin, and scribbled the title beside it. After that the stared at it for awhile, comparing real life and still, but the steady rhythm of the train and Snape's slow deep breathing sent him off to sleep.
* * *
A little later Severus Snape awoke and was startled to find Remus Lupin sitting in the seat across from him sleeping like a baby, literally. He was sitting up with one hand up to his mouth, sucking his thumb; the other was holding a fountain pen loosely so the crimson ink ran down his wrist.
Looks a lot like blood, thought Severus, smirking a little he pulled a tissue from his pocket and leaned forward to soak up the ink. He looked down and noticed a dark blue coloured sketchbook sitting on Lupins lap a crimson drawing on the page. He looked closer to see what was on it. He was shocked and secretly happy to discover it was a drawing of him! He picked up the book and pocketed it just as the compartment door opened.
'What the hell are you doing!' The voice of James Potter echoed round the compartment.
'What?... Me?...,' said Severus slightly stunned.
'No the other fat greasy haired git on that seat', sniggered Sirius Black sarcastically from beside James.
'Oh...um...he-', stuttered Severus trying to explain quickly but being cut off.
'Is that blood?! Oh my god you son of a bitch!' shouted James.
With all the commotion Lupin had woken up and attempted to get his friends attention. 'James?'
'Right, that's it!' yelled Sirius hitting Severus hard in the face.
'James!' said Lupin a little louder, but still not enough to get James' attention.
'JAMES!!' Lupin roared
'What?!' James said irritably.
'I'm alive', replied Lupin.
'Shit, my nose', whimpered Severus from the corner of the compartment using the tissue in his hand to mop up the blood gushing from his nose.
'C'mon lets go', muttered Sirius turning around and walking out the door. The others followed, including Lupin and all that could be heard was the voices outside the compartment door.
'Is he okay? I think you broke his nose.' Was Lupin concerned?
'Do I look like I give a damn?' Sirius replied irritably.
Severus stayed in the corner until he heard another door slam and the voices disappeared.
'Great, I haven't even got to Hogwarts yet and they're at me.' He groaned pulling another tissue from his pocket and pressing it to the stream of blood flowing down his face.
'What have I done to deserve this?' He asked himself quietly, a tear running down his cheek,'It isn't fair.' He wiped furiously at his eyes, he wasn't about to cry over those bastards. He went tot pull another tissue from his pocket to dry his eyes, when something fell with a soft 'thud' to the floor.
It was Lupins sketchbook.
'Shit, what am I going to do?' he thought tot himself,'I cant give it back, James and Sirius will kill me.'
He picked it up and looked again at the drawing of himself, asleep on the train seat. It was almost like a photograph but red and not moving. He flicked through the sketchbook and gazed in awe at the beautifully drawn pictures and grinned to himself at 'the stickman diaries' at the back of the book. He noticed one was of Black and himself fighting in a potions class, the day he had accidentally melted Lupin's cauldron, stick Black was saying RAR and stick Severus was saying GRR, underneath them it said 'Sirius and Snape, fighting, AGAIN' to the right of it was a little stick Potter laughing and pointing, and to the left was a little stick Pettigrew with the label 'contemplating life.' On the floor was a scribble that must have been the cauldron and a very, very small stick Lupin all huddled up and rocking back and forth with another label that read 'me, turning into nervous frightened wreck'. There was a note written in rather large letters at the bottom, it read: 'NOTE: AM AND HAVE BEEN TERRIFIED OF SNAPE SINCE FIRST YEAR'.
'Well,' he said to himself, 'that's a bit queer.' He shrugged and flicked back to the crimson drawing of him. He looked to the bottom of the page, where he discovered the title of the picture: 'Feigning Innocence'.
'Bitch,' muttered Severus closing the book and shoving it back in his pocket. He would figure out what to do with it later. He changed into his school robes and snuggled back up on the seat, same as the drawing but with a bit more nose, and went back to sleep.
* * *
'He might be seriously hurt!' Remus said indignantly.
'HE WAS AT YOUR BLOODY WRIST!' cried Sirius, 'excuse me for worrying over one of my best friends!'
Remus tried not to smirk; Sirius would have punched Snape for being alive, never mind the "blood".
'Sirius it was ink!'
'What was ink doing all over your hand anyway?' James asked suddenly, looking untrustingly at Remus.
Remus didn't answer, just kept looking out the window, it was getting dark, they would be at the castle soon and everything would go back to normal.
'You drew him, didn't you?' James asked outraged.
'So? Its not like I talked to him, he was asleep, and he-' Remus trailed off, some how he didn't think 'he looked so peaceful' would go down to well just now.
James closed his eyes and shook his head in despair, 'well I hope you drew the grease, lets see it' James held out his hand and Remus searched in his pockets. He couldn't find his book!
'Its not there!' he cried
'What?'
'I must have left it, oh god no this means he's seen all of them!' Remus panicked, to him his drawings were more sacred to him than anything else in his entire life. 'It has the stickmen diaries and a drawing of Siri as Padfoot and everything!'
Sirius shook his head, 'don't worry, he won't understand them'
'But you don't understand, I don't like other people seeing my stuff!'
'Then you shouldn't have fucking drawn him then!' snapped James, Remus dropped his head; he didn't like being shouted at.
'Don't yell at him like that!' retaliated Sirius.
Peter sunk lower in his book.
Remus let his tears slide down his face, because his head was bowed and hopefully no one could see, but if he swiped at them James would have another go at him for crying.
They spent the rest of the train journey in silence.
* * *
His eyes sprung open as the train pulled into the station. He got up slowly and pulled his trunk from the overhead compartment. Severus walked out the door, into the train corridor and made his way out the door. It was dark outside although it had stopped raining, and a cool breeze was blowing students hats from their heads, causing the younger ones to run around the platform like headless chickens. The older ones just uttered impatiently 'ACCIO HAT', and it was returned to them. Severus climbed into the nearest carriage and flopped down on the seat. A couple of moment's later Lupins head appeared through the doorway. He turned around and shouted 'There's seats in here.'
'Thank god for that, that's the last one!' James shouted back. Lupin clambered into the carriage and sat down across from him.
'Sorry', he said 'This is the only one with space left.'
Severus shrugged and turned to look out the window, just as James, Sirius and Peter came through the door.
'Aw, you must be joking me,' groaned James spotting Severus in the corner and dashing over to sit beside Lupin.
'Not you again,' grunted Sirius in a sort of 'I'm-going-to-kill-you-if-you- do-anything-to-annoy-me voice.
Peter sighed and took the seat across from Sirius.
The carriage started moving a minute later, Severus sat completely still keeping his eyes on the windowsill, trying not to move so he wouldn't have to talk to them.
'Snivellus, you greasy bastard, now I hate to waste my precious breath on you but I do believe you have Remus' sketchbook', said Sirius in a voice you would usually use while chatting away to a friend.
Severus, slightly startled by the sudden words from the other end of the carriage, turned his head causing his long, dark hair to cover his face. 'What? Oh I don't have it, it must still be on the train'.
He said quickly so he didn't have to talk to them any more and tucking his hair behind his ear. He immediately regretted it afterwards and pondered why he had said what he did.
'Oh no...' groaned Lupin letting his head fall into his hands and pushing them back so his fringe was flattened over his head. 'Two years work down the drain.'
'Don't worry Moony you draw so quickly you'll fill up another book in no time. Plus it wont have any greasy gits in it,' said James forgetting their earlier argument.
'Hey! I was proud of that drawing! It was better than anything I've ever done before!' shouted Lupin in protest. Severus' eyes opened wide but he turned back to the window so they wouldn't notice.
What the fuck is up with you today Lupin? Fancy him or somthin'?' shouted James standing up and turning around to face his friend.
'What are you on Potter? I think you must have left your sanity on the train along with my sketchbook!' Lupin shouted back in defence.
'Let him be James, it wont help anyone you two fighting' Sirius said calmly winking at Lupin making him smile a little. 'Now just sit back down and we'll solve this all later when we don't have eavesdroppers, eh well eavesdropping.' He said nodding towards Severus, who was growing redder and redder with every passing moment. James flopped back down and they all sat in silence till the carriage stopped outside Hogwarts. They jumped out one-by-one, and made their ways into the Great Hall.
Severus took his usual seat at the very end of the table where no one bothered him or saw him sneak out.
All through the Sorting all that was on Severus' mind was food, he had missed the food trolley on the train because he fell asleep. Now he was ravenous. When it was over Dumbledore gave his annual talk, and then the food appeared. Severus filled his plate and shoved all down his throat as fast as he could. He finished his third plate and, deciding that was enough, he watched the others at the Slytherin table, waited till there was no one looking and snuck out the door.
* * *
Lupin sighed, and chased the unruly and lonesome pea with his fork round and round the gravy on his plate, he didn't feel much like eating, he was more of a lunchtime person.
James and Sirius were trying to have a casual food fight beside him without any of the teachers noticing, a carrot dive-bombed and hit his plate, sending the gravy up wards and onto Remus' face.
There was silence then suddenly half the Gryffindors at the table burst out laughing and Remus had to smile.
'Oh shit, sorry man!' apologized Sirius.
'No matter, I'll just go clean it off.' Answered Remus getting up, 'be back in five.'
'You want us to save you something?' James called after him.
'No, its all right.'
He left the great hall and took a left down the corridor to the nearest boy's bathroom and looked into a mirror, god, what a state, wiping it up he heard retching noises from the last toilet cubicle.
'Hey, are you all right?' he called, he got no answer.
He went to open the toilet door and was shocked to see it was Snape that was kneeling on the floor, hands clenching at the seat and vomiting into the toilet, Remus went to him and caught his hair so it stopped falling into his face.
Snape went on like that for five minutes, Lupin rubbing his back and holding his hair all the time, before it ceased and he sat back down on the cold stone floor.
'What was all that about huh?' Lupin asked gently, he wasn't about to be nasty to a kid that just emptied his stomach into a lavatory.
'I, I just felt sick is all' Snape muttered back to him, wiping his mouth, but Lupin didn't fully believe him.
'Look, you've got some in your hair anyway; lets wash it in a sink huh? Then you can go back to your table.'
'I don' wanna go back to my table'
Lupin sighed but filled up one of the sinks with hot water anyway, when Snape saw what he was doing he shook his head.
'Nope, uh uh, I ain't washing it with hot water' he murmured as Lupin led him over to the sink.
'Why not? You can't wash it with cold it only makes it worse, I bet you use soap instead of shampoo as well don't you. Why?'
Snape said nothing; just let Lupin pour the water over his head with a drinking cup. Who would have expected this, Remus thought amused, that he would be washing the hair of the boy he was afraid of the most in a school sink.
'I do it...' started Snape, 'I do it because no one looks twice at a guy with greasy hair' Remus could find no answer to this, just finished rinsing and drained Snape's hair of any access water before uttering a quick blow-drying spell.
Lupin took a moment to admire his handy work; Snape didn't look half bad with decent hair. What the? What was he thinking?
'There you go, done, you should look after your hair, Siri couldn't say anything about you then.' he said he smiled slightly at the taller boy, and Remus' surprise, Snape smiled back.
'He'd still go on about how fat I was.'
Remus could see the spark of sadness in the taller boys eyes and shook his head, not knowing what to say, Snape may have been a lot of things but fat wasn't one of them.
As they turned their different ways, Lupin called back over his shoulder, 'in future, don't throw everything back up after every meal, you wont get full that way, and it rots your teeth.'
Once back in the Great hall he slipped back into his seat, still pondering over what he had seen in the bathroom.
'You took forever, what happen, toilet explode?' Asked Sirius.
'Nope, Snape was throwing up'
James, Peter and Sirius laughed cruelly, 'what, did he sicken himself with his own smarminess?'
'Something like that' muttered Remus, 'I'm dead on my feet, can I sleep yet?'
'Uh yeah sure, onwards lusty gentlemen!' James jumped up, quoting his favourite line from Romeo and Juliet.
They clambered up the stairs to the Gryffindor common room and up to their dormitory, Peter threw himself down onto his bed and sighed, 'no place like home huh?'
'Nope' agreed James, 'night boys'
'Night James' they chorused back.
'Night' said Peter'
Sirius smiled at Lupin as they got changed, 'come here Mooney'
Remus shuffled over 'what is it now Sirius?'
'Kiss for being your hero twice today? He asked trying to feign a little innocence and blinking a lot more than was necessary.
Remus rolled his eyes and bent down to kiss him quickly before Sirius grabbed him and pulled him down onto the bed.
'I am not shagging you, how many times?'
'I know, but you're so goddamn gorgeous I just can't keep my hands off of you, just snuggle a bit huh?' Sirius grinned, Remus let out a very exaggerated sigh to show he was pissed off but didn't bother moving away, it was useless trying to argue, and Sirius' hands were already up his pyjama shirt.
'Anyway,' began Sirius thoughtfully, 'no wonder the boy threw up, did you see how much he ate tonight? What a glutton.'
Remus rolled round in his arms to face him. That was it, that's why Snape was so bothered by Sirius words!
'Don't you get it? He's bulimic!'
***
Greed, the sin of Sirius, what is it that he wants? Remus of course. Next week (or year) in the next chapter of se7en.
A/N Hello, Elendor here, and my best friend and new Partner in crime, Black Majik, this is our first serious fic that we've written together. Yours truly wrote anything seen through Remus Lupin's eyes. Anything seen through Severus Snape's eyes is written By B M.
WARNING: slash pairings, RL/SS, RL/SB
7. It's all based around the seven deadly sins, Gluttony, Greed, Envy, Lust, Pride, Sloth and Wrath.
It is set in the Seventh year of Remus Lupin and Severus Snape's schooling, there will be seven chapters, no more, no less, and a new chapter will hopefully be posted up each week. Or not, due to my lazyness, maybe a chapter every year.
I don't think there has been anything quite like this fic before, please excuse me if I am wrong about that, and we hope that, if you don't enjoy it, that it does at least make you think on certain things, this story has no happy ending, therefore this story has no ending, because if its not ok, its not the end.
Let us take you by the hand and through the darkest, most sinister corners of the human soul, but don't worry: Thou shalt not Sin.
Black Majik: Monkey. That is all.
7 Chapter one Gluttony
The train rattled slowly along the tracks towards Hogwarts the rain pelting on the windows making everything blurry out side, Severus Snape was huddled in a corner, in as small a ball as he could manage, staring with large untrusting dark eyes out of the steamy window. It was going to be another year of pointless torture from that bastard Potter and his bloody friends.
Why did they have to pick on him, it wasn't as if he did anything to annoy them, he just happened to show up at the wrong place at the wrong time. Every time.
He sighed and looked round the empty compartment. 'At least this is the last year I'll be alone,' he said bitterly and stretched out along the seat. It wasn't as if anyone was going to come in now, not to sit with him. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
* * *
The train rattled slowly along the tracks towards Hogwarts and Remus Lupin sat watching the fields go by out of the window, curled up in as small a ball he could manage, half heartedly listening to the conversation about the Quidditch league his friends were having beside him.
He was starting to feel like he wasn't really part of their group anymore, it was never really meant to be, he was a lone wolf, sometimes quite literally, it was in his nature to be so. After all, hadn't he spent the entire first year alone?
He hadn't meant for them to drift, but it couldn't be helped, they just didn't have the same interests, he wanted to study, do well in the exams, he had to. They... well, they didn't.
He closed his eyes, ah well, no matter. At least he had someone to talk to, unlike Snape. Well...
Sirius listened to him sometimes, but only if you gave him kisses.
James, if he wasn't busy with chasing after Lily Evans.
Peter, but that was like talking to a brick wall.
Maybe he was more alone than he thought.
Ten minutes later he could no longer stand the racket he stood up and left the compartment. He stopped just outside to see if they had even noticed he had gone but the boys inside continued to rant.
He needed to find a nice, quiet compartment, so he could study or sketch or something, but all of them seemed to be full, except the very last one.
He slid the door open and went inside, he had sat down before he realized there was someone else there.
Severus Snape.
Snape was curled up sleeping, his hands up by his face that was half covered by long black hair, his mouth slightly open. He didn't look at all frightening when he was asleep. Remus smiled and stood up to go but as he walked past Snape he felt a tug at his robes and looked down, Snape had some how managed, in the five seconds it had taken Remus to stand up and move, to grab onto his robes while he was still asleep.
What should he do? He knew what James would do; he would keep going and not be bothered if Snape woke up. He knew what Sirius would do; he would turn round and punch Snape right into the stratosphere.
Remus sat back down, oh well, it was at least quiet in here, and he could do some sketching.
He got out his sketchbook and looked around for something to draw, he could always just draw Snape sleeping.
He drew a lot of people sleeping, because when they lay still it was easier, flicking through his book he saw the one of Sirius and James, exhausted after a Quidditch game (they'd won) he had one of Peter when he'd fallen asleep upside down on the stair case while drunk, a few quick doodles of Lily Evans fallen asleep over a couple of books (James had nicked the good ones) one of Siri as Padfoot (not asleep, it seems he's more patient as a dog) and one of his mother sewing. There was also is legendary 'stick man diaries' where he would draw out the days events with labels and speech bubbles instead of writing it like most people do.
He turned to a fresh page and looked in his bag for a pencil, but only found a pen with red crimson ink, he shrugged to himself and started to draw.
Snape had very long dark lashes, he'd never noticed before but that was probably because he'd never dared to look Snape in the eyes, that was usually the first thing he looked at in a person, their eyes, and he didn't trust anyone who covered them with their hair, without exception, who ever said you had to trust yourself?
Snape had long fingers as well, he could've played piano, of course, so had Lupin, but he was only good at drawing and painting, and had failed at evey instrument he'd ever tried to play in his life. Would Snape be any good at drawing? He didn't know.
The shadows on Snape's face were hard to shade in with the crimson pen, but he was doing a reasonably good job at it just now, he could always re do it latter in black and white, and anyway, he wouldn't be keeping this one in the book, James would never speak to him again if he found out about it, and if he told Sirius then Sirius would kill him, and possibly Snape as well, just for being there.
Finished, he signed the bottom, R. Lupin, and scribbled the title beside it. After that the stared at it for awhile, comparing real life and still, but the steady rhythm of the train and Snape's slow deep breathing sent him off to sleep.
* * *
A little later Severus Snape awoke and was startled to find Remus Lupin sitting in the seat across from him sleeping like a baby, literally. He was sitting up with one hand up to his mouth, sucking his thumb; the other was holding a fountain pen loosely so the crimson ink ran down his wrist.
Looks a lot like blood, thought Severus, smirking a little he pulled a tissue from his pocket and leaned forward to soak up the ink. He looked down and noticed a dark blue coloured sketchbook sitting on Lupins lap a crimson drawing on the page. He looked closer to see what was on it. He was shocked and secretly happy to discover it was a drawing of him! He picked up the book and pocketed it just as the compartment door opened.
'What the hell are you doing!' The voice of James Potter echoed round the compartment.
'What?... Me?...,' said Severus slightly stunned.
'No the other fat greasy haired git on that seat', sniggered Sirius Black sarcastically from beside James.
'Oh...um...he-', stuttered Severus trying to explain quickly but being cut off.
'Is that blood?! Oh my god you son of a bitch!' shouted James.
With all the commotion Lupin had woken up and attempted to get his friends attention. 'James?'
'Right, that's it!' yelled Sirius hitting Severus hard in the face.
'James!' said Lupin a little louder, but still not enough to get James' attention.
'JAMES!!' Lupin roared
'What?!' James said irritably.
'I'm alive', replied Lupin.
'Shit, my nose', whimpered Severus from the corner of the compartment using the tissue in his hand to mop up the blood gushing from his nose.
'C'mon lets go', muttered Sirius turning around and walking out the door. The others followed, including Lupin and all that could be heard was the voices outside the compartment door.
'Is he okay? I think you broke his nose.' Was Lupin concerned?
'Do I look like I give a damn?' Sirius replied irritably.
Severus stayed in the corner until he heard another door slam and the voices disappeared.
'Great, I haven't even got to Hogwarts yet and they're at me.' He groaned pulling another tissue from his pocket and pressing it to the stream of blood flowing down his face.
'What have I done to deserve this?' He asked himself quietly, a tear running down his cheek,'It isn't fair.' He wiped furiously at his eyes, he wasn't about to cry over those bastards. He went tot pull another tissue from his pocket to dry his eyes, when something fell with a soft 'thud' to the floor.
It was Lupins sketchbook.
'Shit, what am I going to do?' he thought tot himself,'I cant give it back, James and Sirius will kill me.'
He picked it up and looked again at the drawing of himself, asleep on the train seat. It was almost like a photograph but red and not moving. He flicked through the sketchbook and gazed in awe at the beautifully drawn pictures and grinned to himself at 'the stickman diaries' at the back of the book. He noticed one was of Black and himself fighting in a potions class, the day he had accidentally melted Lupin's cauldron, stick Black was saying RAR and stick Severus was saying GRR, underneath them it said 'Sirius and Snape, fighting, AGAIN' to the right of it was a little stick Potter laughing and pointing, and to the left was a little stick Pettigrew with the label 'contemplating life.' On the floor was a scribble that must have been the cauldron and a very, very small stick Lupin all huddled up and rocking back and forth with another label that read 'me, turning into nervous frightened wreck'. There was a note written in rather large letters at the bottom, it read: 'NOTE: AM AND HAVE BEEN TERRIFIED OF SNAPE SINCE FIRST YEAR'.
'Well,' he said to himself, 'that's a bit queer.' He shrugged and flicked back to the crimson drawing of him. He looked to the bottom of the page, where he discovered the title of the picture: 'Feigning Innocence'.
'Bitch,' muttered Severus closing the book and shoving it back in his pocket. He would figure out what to do with it later. He changed into his school robes and snuggled back up on the seat, same as the drawing but with a bit more nose, and went back to sleep.
* * *
'He might be seriously hurt!' Remus said indignantly.
'HE WAS AT YOUR BLOODY WRIST!' cried Sirius, 'excuse me for worrying over one of my best friends!'
Remus tried not to smirk; Sirius would have punched Snape for being alive, never mind the "blood".
'Sirius it was ink!'
'What was ink doing all over your hand anyway?' James asked suddenly, looking untrustingly at Remus.
Remus didn't answer, just kept looking out the window, it was getting dark, they would be at the castle soon and everything would go back to normal.
'You drew him, didn't you?' James asked outraged.
'So? Its not like I talked to him, he was asleep, and he-' Remus trailed off, some how he didn't think 'he looked so peaceful' would go down to well just now.
James closed his eyes and shook his head in despair, 'well I hope you drew the grease, lets see it' James held out his hand and Remus searched in his pockets. He couldn't find his book!
'Its not there!' he cried
'What?'
'I must have left it, oh god no this means he's seen all of them!' Remus panicked, to him his drawings were more sacred to him than anything else in his entire life. 'It has the stickmen diaries and a drawing of Siri as Padfoot and everything!'
Sirius shook his head, 'don't worry, he won't understand them'
'But you don't understand, I don't like other people seeing my stuff!'
'Then you shouldn't have fucking drawn him then!' snapped James, Remus dropped his head; he didn't like being shouted at.
'Don't yell at him like that!' retaliated Sirius.
Peter sunk lower in his book.
Remus let his tears slide down his face, because his head was bowed and hopefully no one could see, but if he swiped at them James would have another go at him for crying.
They spent the rest of the train journey in silence.
* * *
His eyes sprung open as the train pulled into the station. He got up slowly and pulled his trunk from the overhead compartment. Severus walked out the door, into the train corridor and made his way out the door. It was dark outside although it had stopped raining, and a cool breeze was blowing students hats from their heads, causing the younger ones to run around the platform like headless chickens. The older ones just uttered impatiently 'ACCIO HAT', and it was returned to them. Severus climbed into the nearest carriage and flopped down on the seat. A couple of moment's later Lupins head appeared through the doorway. He turned around and shouted 'There's seats in here.'
'Thank god for that, that's the last one!' James shouted back. Lupin clambered into the carriage and sat down across from him.
'Sorry', he said 'This is the only one with space left.'
Severus shrugged and turned to look out the window, just as James, Sirius and Peter came through the door.
'Aw, you must be joking me,' groaned James spotting Severus in the corner and dashing over to sit beside Lupin.
'Not you again,' grunted Sirius in a sort of 'I'm-going-to-kill-you-if-you- do-anything-to-annoy-me voice.
Peter sighed and took the seat across from Sirius.
The carriage started moving a minute later, Severus sat completely still keeping his eyes on the windowsill, trying not to move so he wouldn't have to talk to them.
'Snivellus, you greasy bastard, now I hate to waste my precious breath on you but I do believe you have Remus' sketchbook', said Sirius in a voice you would usually use while chatting away to a friend.
Severus, slightly startled by the sudden words from the other end of the carriage, turned his head causing his long, dark hair to cover his face. 'What? Oh I don't have it, it must still be on the train'.
He said quickly so he didn't have to talk to them any more and tucking his hair behind his ear. He immediately regretted it afterwards and pondered why he had said what he did.
'Oh no...' groaned Lupin letting his head fall into his hands and pushing them back so his fringe was flattened over his head. 'Two years work down the drain.'
'Don't worry Moony you draw so quickly you'll fill up another book in no time. Plus it wont have any greasy gits in it,' said James forgetting their earlier argument.
'Hey! I was proud of that drawing! It was better than anything I've ever done before!' shouted Lupin in protest. Severus' eyes opened wide but he turned back to the window so they wouldn't notice.
What the fuck is up with you today Lupin? Fancy him or somthin'?' shouted James standing up and turning around to face his friend.
'What are you on Potter? I think you must have left your sanity on the train along with my sketchbook!' Lupin shouted back in defence.
'Let him be James, it wont help anyone you two fighting' Sirius said calmly winking at Lupin making him smile a little. 'Now just sit back down and we'll solve this all later when we don't have eavesdroppers, eh well eavesdropping.' He said nodding towards Severus, who was growing redder and redder with every passing moment. James flopped back down and they all sat in silence till the carriage stopped outside Hogwarts. They jumped out one-by-one, and made their ways into the Great Hall.
Severus took his usual seat at the very end of the table where no one bothered him or saw him sneak out.
All through the Sorting all that was on Severus' mind was food, he had missed the food trolley on the train because he fell asleep. Now he was ravenous. When it was over Dumbledore gave his annual talk, and then the food appeared. Severus filled his plate and shoved all down his throat as fast as he could. He finished his third plate and, deciding that was enough, he watched the others at the Slytherin table, waited till there was no one looking and snuck out the door.
* * *
Lupin sighed, and chased the unruly and lonesome pea with his fork round and round the gravy on his plate, he didn't feel much like eating, he was more of a lunchtime person.
James and Sirius were trying to have a casual food fight beside him without any of the teachers noticing, a carrot dive-bombed and hit his plate, sending the gravy up wards and onto Remus' face.
There was silence then suddenly half the Gryffindors at the table burst out laughing and Remus had to smile.
'Oh shit, sorry man!' apologized Sirius.
'No matter, I'll just go clean it off.' Answered Remus getting up, 'be back in five.'
'You want us to save you something?' James called after him.
'No, its all right.'
He left the great hall and took a left down the corridor to the nearest boy's bathroom and looked into a mirror, god, what a state, wiping it up he heard retching noises from the last toilet cubicle.
'Hey, are you all right?' he called, he got no answer.
He went to open the toilet door and was shocked to see it was Snape that was kneeling on the floor, hands clenching at the seat and vomiting into the toilet, Remus went to him and caught his hair so it stopped falling into his face.
Snape went on like that for five minutes, Lupin rubbing his back and holding his hair all the time, before it ceased and he sat back down on the cold stone floor.
'What was all that about huh?' Lupin asked gently, he wasn't about to be nasty to a kid that just emptied his stomach into a lavatory.
'I, I just felt sick is all' Snape muttered back to him, wiping his mouth, but Lupin didn't fully believe him.
'Look, you've got some in your hair anyway; lets wash it in a sink huh? Then you can go back to your table.'
'I don' wanna go back to my table'
Lupin sighed but filled up one of the sinks with hot water anyway, when Snape saw what he was doing he shook his head.
'Nope, uh uh, I ain't washing it with hot water' he murmured as Lupin led him over to the sink.
'Why not? You can't wash it with cold it only makes it worse, I bet you use soap instead of shampoo as well don't you. Why?'
Snape said nothing; just let Lupin pour the water over his head with a drinking cup. Who would have expected this, Remus thought amused, that he would be washing the hair of the boy he was afraid of the most in a school sink.
'I do it...' started Snape, 'I do it because no one looks twice at a guy with greasy hair' Remus could find no answer to this, just finished rinsing and drained Snape's hair of any access water before uttering a quick blow-drying spell.
Lupin took a moment to admire his handy work; Snape didn't look half bad with decent hair. What the? What was he thinking?
'There you go, done, you should look after your hair, Siri couldn't say anything about you then.' he said he smiled slightly at the taller boy, and Remus' surprise, Snape smiled back.
'He'd still go on about how fat I was.'
Remus could see the spark of sadness in the taller boys eyes and shook his head, not knowing what to say, Snape may have been a lot of things but fat wasn't one of them.
As they turned their different ways, Lupin called back over his shoulder, 'in future, don't throw everything back up after every meal, you wont get full that way, and it rots your teeth.'
Once back in the Great hall he slipped back into his seat, still pondering over what he had seen in the bathroom.
'You took forever, what happen, toilet explode?' Asked Sirius.
'Nope, Snape was throwing up'
James, Peter and Sirius laughed cruelly, 'what, did he sicken himself with his own smarminess?'
'Something like that' muttered Remus, 'I'm dead on my feet, can I sleep yet?'
'Uh yeah sure, onwards lusty gentlemen!' James jumped up, quoting his favourite line from Romeo and Juliet.
They clambered up the stairs to the Gryffindor common room and up to their dormitory, Peter threw himself down onto his bed and sighed, 'no place like home huh?'
'Nope' agreed James, 'night boys'
'Night James' they chorused back.
'Night' said Peter'
Sirius smiled at Lupin as they got changed, 'come here Mooney'
Remus shuffled over 'what is it now Sirius?'
'Kiss for being your hero twice today? He asked trying to feign a little innocence and blinking a lot more than was necessary.
Remus rolled his eyes and bent down to kiss him quickly before Sirius grabbed him and pulled him down onto the bed.
'I am not shagging you, how many times?'
'I know, but you're so goddamn gorgeous I just can't keep my hands off of you, just snuggle a bit huh?' Sirius grinned, Remus let out a very exaggerated sigh to show he was pissed off but didn't bother moving away, it was useless trying to argue, and Sirius' hands were already up his pyjama shirt.
'Anyway,' began Sirius thoughtfully, 'no wonder the boy threw up, did you see how much he ate tonight? What a glutton.'
Remus rolled round in his arms to face him. That was it, that's why Snape was so bothered by Sirius words!
'Don't you get it? He's bulimic!'
***
Greed, the sin of Sirius, what is it that he wants? Remus of course. Next week (or year) in the next chapter of se7en.