Author's Note: You know, I always feel awkward writing in First Person. Why
is it I always do it, then...? I pray you forgive me if I messed up
Severus's character, I really tried my best. Okay! Here I go. This is
Sirius's POV, and yes I made him a jerk. Woo, it's not a good
chap....alas....
Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own Remus, Sirius, James, or Severus. Tough world, huh? None of them are mine...except in dreams. : P (peter I can do without...)
SIRIUS BLACK'S POINT OF VIEW
Why the hell was Remus angry with ME? It was obvious I didn't do a thing but tell him the truth. Severus Snape fancied him. Had done so for a LONG time, since our midterm in 1st year. And if you really must know, I found myself attracted to him sometimes, too.
But it just made me upset the way he reacted. He really didn't know anything and he had the nerve to call me a bastard. Whatever, makes no difference to me. He'd get over it soon enough, he always does.
"Honey, we're home!" James called from the portrait hole, closing it behind Peter.
"How was work?" I asked, smiling at the sight of my best friend.
"Interesting, to say the least," James announced, dropping his robe over a chair. "McGonagall got furious at our curiousity and sent us off, so we went exploring for a while in the dungeons. You should've seen it down there, Sirius--"
"Skeletons--" Peter interrupted, a boyish thrill in his squeaky voice.
" Some of them horribly mangled and rotting and---"
"Broken wands all over the place, swords---"
"Swords and maces and---"
"Bows and arrows and--"
"Spears even! All of them just hanging on the walls like some kind of armory," James told enthusiastically.
" And it looks like Filch stores things there," Peter grinned.
"Yeah! Siri, I can't even tell you the number of dung bombs, fireworks, and Whizbees we found---Must've been MILLIONS! A huge MOUNTAIN of prank-worthy items, some of them looking simply ancient!" James exclaimed.
"It was simply--"
"Beautiful..." James breathed dreamily, lids closing peacefully.
"Yeah...." Peter sighed. I tried not to laugh and just grinned.
" How about tomorrow--wanna check it out, Siri?" James inquired, jumping up and down.
"Hells yeah! I wouldn't miss that chance for anything! Mountains, eh?" I replied, laughing slightly.
"Yep. Cliffs towering 50--100 feet high. What did you and Remus do?" Peter asked, helping himself to a bit of leftover cake from his pocket.
I hesitated, crossing my legs casually. I wasn't too sure I wanted to delve into the fact that I revealed something that I shouldn't have, since James made me promise not to tell him. James had a soft spot for that subject, and only that subject. I had no clue why.
"Nothing, really."
" Oh, yeah--and we saw ol' Snivelly when we came out through the floor. He was just sitting there. Reaaaaaaally pathetic," James sneered. "He's so full of his own depression--he probably just got a B on his potions test."
I hate it when it seems like people read your mind and make it so easy for you to just say those forbidden words. I tried to control myself, I really did. It's just...
"I told Remus that Severus likeshimandRemmiegotreallyupsetandleftlookingallsick-- Ithinkhe'sinhisroomrightnow, don'thurtme," I blurted, immediately kicking myself in the proverbial ass.
'You did what!?!" James cried. "Sirius, you bastard! What did I tell you? You promised!"
There was that word again...
"God damnit, Sirius," James muttered, rushing up the stairs. Peter, inevitably, followed.
Ah, it always went like this. Ooooof course....Sirius the Bastard.
Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own Remus, Sirius, James, or Severus. Tough world, huh? None of them are mine...except in dreams. : P (peter I can do without...)
SIRIUS BLACK'S POINT OF VIEW
Why the hell was Remus angry with ME? It was obvious I didn't do a thing but tell him the truth. Severus Snape fancied him. Had done so for a LONG time, since our midterm in 1st year. And if you really must know, I found myself attracted to him sometimes, too.
But it just made me upset the way he reacted. He really didn't know anything and he had the nerve to call me a bastard. Whatever, makes no difference to me. He'd get over it soon enough, he always does.
"Honey, we're home!" James called from the portrait hole, closing it behind Peter.
"How was work?" I asked, smiling at the sight of my best friend.
"Interesting, to say the least," James announced, dropping his robe over a chair. "McGonagall got furious at our curiousity and sent us off, so we went exploring for a while in the dungeons. You should've seen it down there, Sirius--"
"Skeletons--" Peter interrupted, a boyish thrill in his squeaky voice.
" Some of them horribly mangled and rotting and---"
"Broken wands all over the place, swords---"
"Swords and maces and---"
"Bows and arrows and--"
"Spears even! All of them just hanging on the walls like some kind of armory," James told enthusiastically.
" And it looks like Filch stores things there," Peter grinned.
"Yeah! Siri, I can't even tell you the number of dung bombs, fireworks, and Whizbees we found---Must've been MILLIONS! A huge MOUNTAIN of prank-worthy items, some of them looking simply ancient!" James exclaimed.
"It was simply--"
"Beautiful..." James breathed dreamily, lids closing peacefully.
"Yeah...." Peter sighed. I tried not to laugh and just grinned.
" How about tomorrow--wanna check it out, Siri?" James inquired, jumping up and down.
"Hells yeah! I wouldn't miss that chance for anything! Mountains, eh?" I replied, laughing slightly.
"Yep. Cliffs towering 50--100 feet high. What did you and Remus do?" Peter asked, helping himself to a bit of leftover cake from his pocket.
I hesitated, crossing my legs casually. I wasn't too sure I wanted to delve into the fact that I revealed something that I shouldn't have, since James made me promise not to tell him. James had a soft spot for that subject, and only that subject. I had no clue why.
"Nothing, really."
" Oh, yeah--and we saw ol' Snivelly when we came out through the floor. He was just sitting there. Reaaaaaaally pathetic," James sneered. "He's so full of his own depression--he probably just got a B on his potions test."
I hate it when it seems like people read your mind and make it so easy for you to just say those forbidden words. I tried to control myself, I really did. It's just...
"I told Remus that Severus likeshimandRemmiegotreallyupsetandleftlookingallsick-- Ithinkhe'sinhisroomrightnow, don'thurtme," I blurted, immediately kicking myself in the proverbial ass.
'You did what!?!" James cried. "Sirius, you bastard! What did I tell you? You promised!"
There was that word again...
"God damnit, Sirius," James muttered, rushing up the stairs. Peter, inevitably, followed.
Ah, it always went like this. Ooooof course....Sirius the Bastard.