Disclaimer: I don't own, you no sue. Yes I know the last part was rather
pointless but I had to establish just what kind of relationship Sev and Rem
have. WARNING! YAOI! SLASH! GAYNESS! If this makes you uncomfortable LEAVE
NOW. I will not accept flames.
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I walk down the stairs peering over the crate I'm holding. That had been close, to close. At least Lupin had been there to catch the crate. Maybe that Were strength of his isn't so bad after all. In my contemplation I fail to notice the figure at the bottom of the stairs. "Stay away from him Snape." I peek over the top of the box and find myself nose to nose with none other then. "Hello, Black. Quite a nasty prank you pulled last night. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a detention to get to." It wasn't as hard to say that as I feared it would be. His not so subtle attempt on my life seemed to have jaded me to his charms somewhat. He growls at me, "Don't play stupid Snape, If you don't stay away from him I'll . . ." "Threatening a student Black? Oh my! How amusing Professor Elan will find that!"
I attempt to conceal my distaste. "Hello, Malfoy, Goyle, Crabbe. If you all will let me pass?" I realize, to late, as all eyes focus on me, that calling attention to myself was NOT the brightest thing to do. "Sev?" I close my eyes, please no, don't let him come down here! "I heard voices what's going on?" The tension rises palpably as Lupin comes within sight of the others. "Well, well, consorting with Gryffindors? Tsk, tsk. I'd thought better of you Severus." The glint in those icy blue eyes promises that my life will be a total hell, for the rest of the year. "Lupin, don't you have a detention to serve?" He glances at me then slips by the crowd. Black follows after. I stare down at my fellow Slytherins, sigh, and put down the crate.
I make it to the classroom despite the split lip, black eye, and most likely broken nose and jaw. "Snape, finally. Where have you . . . GOOD GOD!" I smirk and wince as my lip opens and more blood trickles out. "What's the matter Professor? Don't like the new look?" "What in the Name of Morgana la Fay happened to you?" "I fell down the stairs." "Wand backfire. What really happened?" "I fell down the stairs." "Severus Snape!" "I fell down the stairs professor." She sighed and for a moment looked every year of her 57-year age. "Go to the hospital wing and get yourself cleaned up. Come back tomorrow and we'll put those ingredients you brought back on to the shelves." I nod and begin the trek to the hospital wing.
I look in the mirror and wince. My face is a sad shade of pale green, the area around my eye a nice violet. I wince again as a voice booms, "Come on Snape! We 'afta use the john as well!" I open the door, and ignore the looks of mingled sympathy and disdain. I firmly squash the urge to retaliate physically, and allow myself a small smile as I tap a shrieking stone and leave the room, the Shrill, bloodcurdling scream echoing down the hallway behind me, mingled with the cries of the other students. I stiffen as a heavy hand falls on my shoulder. "The headmaster wishes to see you Severus."
Dumbledore's office has changed little since my last visit, but there is another man there. The headmaster peers at me over steepled fingers. "Severus, What have you been doing on your breaks?" The question catches me so off guard that my response is immediate. "My fathers been bringing guests to our house and introducing me to them." He eyes are neutral over his spectacles. "And what is your honest opinion of them?" I pause for a moment to marshal my thoughts and turn feeling in to words. "They seem, cold and dispassionate, calculating and cruel. But they are infinitely polite, and yet . . . I don't trust them as far as I could physically throw one." He nods. "Severus, This is Mr. Fudge, from the ministry of Magic. We need a favor from you . . ."
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I sigh as Severus leaves the room head bowed, thinking, brooding. "I have a Bad feeling about this." "I know Albus but we NEED the information this boy can provide." I shake my head; "He's only sixteen, Cornielius. We shouldn't have to ask him to do this." "These are dark times my friend. Dark times."
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AN: The plot thickens! A lot. Please review!
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I walk down the stairs peering over the crate I'm holding. That had been close, to close. At least Lupin had been there to catch the crate. Maybe that Were strength of his isn't so bad after all. In my contemplation I fail to notice the figure at the bottom of the stairs. "Stay away from him Snape." I peek over the top of the box and find myself nose to nose with none other then. "Hello, Black. Quite a nasty prank you pulled last night. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a detention to get to." It wasn't as hard to say that as I feared it would be. His not so subtle attempt on my life seemed to have jaded me to his charms somewhat. He growls at me, "Don't play stupid Snape, If you don't stay away from him I'll . . ." "Threatening a student Black? Oh my! How amusing Professor Elan will find that!"
I attempt to conceal my distaste. "Hello, Malfoy, Goyle, Crabbe. If you all will let me pass?" I realize, to late, as all eyes focus on me, that calling attention to myself was NOT the brightest thing to do. "Sev?" I close my eyes, please no, don't let him come down here! "I heard voices what's going on?" The tension rises palpably as Lupin comes within sight of the others. "Well, well, consorting with Gryffindors? Tsk, tsk. I'd thought better of you Severus." The glint in those icy blue eyes promises that my life will be a total hell, for the rest of the year. "Lupin, don't you have a detention to serve?" He glances at me then slips by the crowd. Black follows after. I stare down at my fellow Slytherins, sigh, and put down the crate.
I make it to the classroom despite the split lip, black eye, and most likely broken nose and jaw. "Snape, finally. Where have you . . . GOOD GOD!" I smirk and wince as my lip opens and more blood trickles out. "What's the matter Professor? Don't like the new look?" "What in the Name of Morgana la Fay happened to you?" "I fell down the stairs." "Wand backfire. What really happened?" "I fell down the stairs." "Severus Snape!" "I fell down the stairs professor." She sighed and for a moment looked every year of her 57-year age. "Go to the hospital wing and get yourself cleaned up. Come back tomorrow and we'll put those ingredients you brought back on to the shelves." I nod and begin the trek to the hospital wing.
I look in the mirror and wince. My face is a sad shade of pale green, the area around my eye a nice violet. I wince again as a voice booms, "Come on Snape! We 'afta use the john as well!" I open the door, and ignore the looks of mingled sympathy and disdain. I firmly squash the urge to retaliate physically, and allow myself a small smile as I tap a shrieking stone and leave the room, the Shrill, bloodcurdling scream echoing down the hallway behind me, mingled with the cries of the other students. I stiffen as a heavy hand falls on my shoulder. "The headmaster wishes to see you Severus."
Dumbledore's office has changed little since my last visit, but there is another man there. The headmaster peers at me over steepled fingers. "Severus, What have you been doing on your breaks?" The question catches me so off guard that my response is immediate. "My fathers been bringing guests to our house and introducing me to them." He eyes are neutral over his spectacles. "And what is your honest opinion of them?" I pause for a moment to marshal my thoughts and turn feeling in to words. "They seem, cold and dispassionate, calculating and cruel. But they are infinitely polite, and yet . . . I don't trust them as far as I could physically throw one." He nods. "Severus, This is Mr. Fudge, from the ministry of Magic. We need a favor from you . . ."
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I sigh as Severus leaves the room head bowed, thinking, brooding. "I have a Bad feeling about this." "I know Albus but we NEED the information this boy can provide." I shake my head; "He's only sixteen, Cornielius. We shouldn't have to ask him to do this." "These are dark times my friend. Dark times."
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AN: The plot thickens! A lot. Please review!
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