Chapter 12 - Snape the volatile
Apologises for more OC AU chapter! Okay, by the end of this chapter I'll explain a lot of stuff about this chapter that doesn't make sense, but for the time being please just read and pretend to understand my logic, okay?
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There is a pretty autumn afternoon. The tree's still hold on to some hope of summer, but the leaves betray them, and fall lifeless and shrived to the ground. Underneath one of the trees, music is playing, which is unusual for Hogwarts grounds. If you get closer to the source of the music, you can here these words sung.
"Controlling my feelings for too long
Controlling my feelings for too long
And forcing our darkest souls to unfold
And forcing our darkest souls to unfold
And pushing us into self-destruction
And pushing us into self-destruction" murmured Michael Snape, lying on the ground, flat out,
"And they make me
Make me dream your dreams
And they make me
Make me scream your screams"
"Michael, shut up!" interrupted Ron, "You're not helping."
"I didn't say I was, " said Michael, rolling over onto his belly like a Snake, as he lowered the headphones of his charmed CD player around his neck.
"Yeah, but you're pissing me off, " replied Ron, "You're meant to be helping me, not listening to music."
" I've helped you Ron!" exclaimed Michael, " I've practically told you the essay! It's not that hard when you get started...."
"I knew I should have asked Hermione, she's better at Dark Arts than you, and you've got an auror for a dad."
"Yeah, but Hermione reads." Joked Michael, rolling his eyes, " and does work."
"Are you saying Hermionie's a geek?" threatened Ron.
"No, I'm just saying she works harder than me."
"So, are you jealous?" sneered Ron.
"No."
"You are."
"Bugger off Ron, you talk a load of crap at times."
"So, does that mean you fancy her."
"No, " replied Michael, boredly, playing with grass, "And no, it doesn't mean I'm having relations with her, it doesn't mean I'm Jealous of her, it doesn't mean I think I'm better than her, or worse than her, and no, it doesn't mean I'm gay, and no, it doesn't mean you can have my essay, " Michael looked over at him, " Ron, you do this all the bloody time. I don't see what you see between her and me. There's nothing. Absolutely nothing. As far as sexual tension goes, there's a vacuum. "
Ron was quiet for a minute and asked, "Mike?"
"Nuu?"
"Can I ask you something personal?"
"Sure."
"Why are you so defensive all the time."
"I'm not defensive, I don't have anything to defend."
"But you gave me that spiel about you and Hermione. I didn't ask for it."
"I think you'll find you did." He replied, sitting up and putting his music on.
"No I didn't, you know I didn't, and who are those people you're listening to?"
"Muse." Grunted Michael, "Muggle band. Very cool. Bough at cheap price, charmed CD player, if you watch you'll see that even Draco Malfoy's got in on the craze."
Ron looked around. It was true. No one knew who started the craze, but since Michael, a natural techno whiz persuaded Harry, a natural technophobe to try it to listen to The Mongel CDs, everyone had got one. It was Odd, he reasoned, only shops witch Psyxen's ran sold charmed CD players. They weren't really charmed, but the Psyxens that had made them called themselves "the Charmed Sounds." It was simple enough to make, so Ron was surprised that no one had though about it before. The Iron and steel components wouldn't work at Hogwarts, and nor would the batteries, but otherwise they were technically sound, well, according to Michael. All they had done was replaced iron and steel with some weird alloy that Ron could remember (or pronoun) the name of and create the first "magic battery". They supplied magic to magical instruments in a more refined way than before. It was revolutionising the market.
Now everyone had got into this mania. The weird sisters had a few CD's out, and of course The Mongrel's with their Album "Never mind the Fudge ups." Had been banned, but not before it had become infamous. Most adults hated the band "the Mongrels", mainly because they glorified Lycanthropy and in this time of war paranoia, the last thing people wanted to hear was the status quo questioned. Needless to say, every person in the wizarding world under the age of eighteen, and a few over that age, owned a copy. Ron, even though his mother flew into a rage at the very mention of their names in her house, had become an overnight fan.
They were silent as Michael replaced his earphones, fiddled with the buttons and changed the track, lying down again. Ron went back to his essay.
"Michael?"
"What?" he snapped.
"When's Harry's Quidditch practise over?"
"I don't know, he didn't say."
"Shouldn't you know? You are his friend and everything, I mean I know, or maybe you weren't listening when he told you."
"Probably." Answered Michael, and sitting up reached over to his bag. He opened up the beaten up old satchel, and produced a large book out of it. Michael opened it up and said, "I can feel my skin burning. I'm not getting burned again."
"You're a fricking bastard when you have sunburn."
"Too right."
"But you could do with a tan."
"No I couldn't."
"Yeah, you look like you're ill or something."
"Ron, do I look like I care?"
"Yeah, you look like a vampire. I mean, you do suck."
"Haha," said Michael, closing the book and putting it back, "I get your point, but right now I have some transfiguration homework to finish." He said, puling a manuscript out of his bag, "does anyone know, let alone care, how to change a chair into a cheetah? And how on earth I can write three feet on the subject?"
"Don't ask me, and anyway, where is Hermione?"
"Library I guess. She's looking up something on the reveal charm. There're a few different forms of it, and of course, Hermione goes and looks them up. Actually, that isn't necessarily a bad idea...."
"Hey, Harry!" shouted Ron, spotting Harry in the distance.
"Hi guys!" he shouted back. Michael turned around. Harry, dressed in full seeker outfit, walked towards them. He was a perfect seeker. Although wiry and light, he had a lot of muscle built into his frame, his Gryffindor striped shirt clinging to his body. His expensive oval glasses were pulled up to his face. Harry had also grown a few inches recently, being almost as tall as him. He was a magnificent figure to behold, even better when you could say he was your best mate. All the girls he'd dated (briefly) had gone out with him just to say that they were an indirect friend of Potter's.
Harry, dropping his beloved Firebolt to the ground, slumped down next to Ron, and asked, "Whatzup?"
"Not much, how was Quidditch practise?" inquired Ron.
"Fine, fine, Angelina Johnson still refuses to let me do any low dives, but apart from that, things are going fine. " Harry sighed, "Oh, and I'm going to ask if I can be Quidditch captain next year. That's it."
"Hey, Cool, you have my vote." Replied Ron.
"And now to start on charms." Grinned Harry tiredly, " Charms glorious charms, like candy, just not sweet or edible. " he finished with a mock- uncertainty in his voice.
Michael smiled at the bad joke. "Yeah, well, Hermionie's looking up some stuff. You should probably join her. "
"Yes, you should, 'cause Michael isn't being a blind bit of help." Inserted Ron.
Harry gave Michael an odd look.
Michael sighed and said "Ron, what the hell don't you get about that essay? It just a simple essay on the Crusious curse. Y'know, avoidance, what it is, what it does, all that kind of stuff."
"Look Ron, I'll give you a hand here." Said Harry, looking over Ron's shoulder, "Look at the NEWT book on it. You just need to copy out that bit on what the long term effects are...."
"Professor Dryden hates it when people do that....." Said Michael.
"Look, keep your big greasy nose out of this!" shouted Ron, "You've been feck all help you stupid alien."
There was a sudden tension in the air.
Michael's eye twitched. "What did you call me?" he laughed angrily.
"I called you a stupid alien you non-human." Said Ron, with sadistic glee, "yeah, you heard me. We all know what we should do with your type. You should be sent to a special school where you're kept separate from humans."
"Ron..."hissed Harry, but he was too late. Ron was mid rant, anger that had been boiling under the surface suddenly revealing itself in the ugly light.
"Yeah, All you Aliens do is take our jobs and take our lives and make us do what you people want, and you know what? You're annoying and smug, and you didn't deserve your OWL grades, 'cause everyone knows that you're kind know how to cheat on them, and you say you're human, but you're not! You're not human, you're a monster! "
That was enough. Any self restrain Michael had left tore away in his blast of anger, "SO THAT'S WHAT YOU FUCKING THINK OF ME!" he screamed so loud that everyone could here it, "WELL MAYBE THE HUMAN WOULD LIKE TO KNOW WHAT THIS 'ALIEN' THINKS! YOU STUPID BIGOTED IDIOT! JUST BECAUSE I WORK YOU SAY I CHEATED! WELL, MAYBE YOU'D LIKE IT IF STUPID TWATS LIKE YOU SAID STUFF LIKE THAT ABOUT YOU BEHIND YOUR BACK, AND MAYBE YOU'D LIKE TO SPEND EVERY DAY SCARED THAT YOU MIGHT END UP AN ORPHAN! OR MAYBE YOU WOULDN'T BECAUSE YOU'RE SO *METALLY RETADED!*" Michael screamed. There wasn't any reason behind his insults, he knew that, but his mind was on fire. He had given up on reason, but everything came out, so fast that he couldn't control it any more. "MY MOTHER WAS A MONSTER! DON'T FORGET THAT YOU BASTARD! SHE DIED BECAUSE OF PEOPLE LIKE YOU, AND MY DAD MIGHT DIE AS WELL, SO DON'T GIVE ME THAT CRAP!" tears were streaming down his face, his throat scratchy and sore from the verbal dysentery that his lament had become, "SO STOP FUCKING HAVING A GO AT ME! *JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! *" And with that he stormed off, Ron practically backed up against the tree. Everyone who had been watching this scene suddenly turned back to his or her other business.
Ron stood up and shouted at Michael's quickly disappearing back, "Come back here you bastard!"
"Ron, shut up!" exclaimed Harry, "I think you've done enough."
"Look, I wasn't the one who decided to scream everything across the field." replied Ron, "And where the hell has that cry-baby gone? I can't believe he called me a retard!"
"Look, let's just go to the Library, " said Harry, "It's nothing big, when Michael calm's down, he can just apologise."
"That stubborn arsehole? Apologise? Never." Snorted Ron.
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Notes!
Okay, you should probably understand why Michael is Volatile now! I know I made Rom a bit of a bad guy, but he does get redeemed later! Promise!
But now some explanation (that you might have picked up already, but I don't want to leave you thinking that I've completely lost the plot already)
1/ This is an alternate universe - hence the swearing. This is how me and my friends speak to each other, so I'm assuming that due to the fact that they've had different social influences, they swear more.
2/ Yes, I'm sorry about making Ron bad, but both him and our Ron will get redeemed, promise!
3/ But to explain what the heck lead up to this. If you've read too much into the books you might believe that Ron is slightly xenophobic to other races, but it never leads to anything. Well, in this reality it has. A lot more background. As you can see, their Friendship is on tender hooks. Ron reads the papers and believes what he sees when he sees part of Michael being criticized, while Michael obviously is not guilty by association, as well as many situations are blown out of control. Ron is slowly coming to dislike Michael, mainly because he is a lot weird, (I don't want a tan!) but feels that he has a card he can use against Michael. Michael has a feeling that Ron is trying to get at him (from experience the questioning Michael received, when given on a daily basis gets really annoying!), but he doesn't know how to react, so he just does what comes naturally. Ron is a friend of Harry's, but Michael had prime position as 'best' friend, which Ron doesn't feel Michael deserves. So, of course, Ron tries to drive him away, being a threat, resulting in Michael finally cottoning on, but unable to do anything about it ignores it, but finally it comes to a head with Ron generally seen as the victor. Okay, that doesn't' make sense, but if I managed to communicate that, I'll be very happy, as it will help you understand a lot that might happen.
4/ How on earth does Michael know about muse? Well, here's my explanation, which will be elaborated on. Mandatory Muggle studies lessons (but no exam) until they leave, so wizards can integrate better into muggle society (as well as learn about Psyxen history, but who's counting?). Hence he heard about them in a class, and bough the CD. More on that later.
5/ Dryden - I don't know why the DADA's teacher is called that. I'll let you read into that whatever you want to read.
6/ okay, if I made them sound Feminine, I'm sorry, I'm not good at writing male characters!
Thank you for reading, I've been Xandra the Blue, the characters all belong to JK Rolwing except Michael, you've been a great audience and Good night!
Apologises for more OC AU chapter! Okay, by the end of this chapter I'll explain a lot of stuff about this chapter that doesn't make sense, but for the time being please just read and pretend to understand my logic, okay?
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There is a pretty autumn afternoon. The tree's still hold on to some hope of summer, but the leaves betray them, and fall lifeless and shrived to the ground. Underneath one of the trees, music is playing, which is unusual for Hogwarts grounds. If you get closer to the source of the music, you can here these words sung.
"Controlling my feelings for too long
Controlling my feelings for too long
And forcing our darkest souls to unfold
And forcing our darkest souls to unfold
And pushing us into self-destruction
And pushing us into self-destruction" murmured Michael Snape, lying on the ground, flat out,
"And they make me
Make me dream your dreams
And they make me
Make me scream your screams"
"Michael, shut up!" interrupted Ron, "You're not helping."
"I didn't say I was, " said Michael, rolling over onto his belly like a Snake, as he lowered the headphones of his charmed CD player around his neck.
"Yeah, but you're pissing me off, " replied Ron, "You're meant to be helping me, not listening to music."
" I've helped you Ron!" exclaimed Michael, " I've practically told you the essay! It's not that hard when you get started...."
"I knew I should have asked Hermione, she's better at Dark Arts than you, and you've got an auror for a dad."
"Yeah, but Hermione reads." Joked Michael, rolling his eyes, " and does work."
"Are you saying Hermionie's a geek?" threatened Ron.
"No, I'm just saying she works harder than me."
"So, are you jealous?" sneered Ron.
"No."
"You are."
"Bugger off Ron, you talk a load of crap at times."
"So, does that mean you fancy her."
"No, " replied Michael, boredly, playing with grass, "And no, it doesn't mean I'm having relations with her, it doesn't mean I'm Jealous of her, it doesn't mean I think I'm better than her, or worse than her, and no, it doesn't mean I'm gay, and no, it doesn't mean you can have my essay, " Michael looked over at him, " Ron, you do this all the bloody time. I don't see what you see between her and me. There's nothing. Absolutely nothing. As far as sexual tension goes, there's a vacuum. "
Ron was quiet for a minute and asked, "Mike?"
"Nuu?"
"Can I ask you something personal?"
"Sure."
"Why are you so defensive all the time."
"I'm not defensive, I don't have anything to defend."
"But you gave me that spiel about you and Hermione. I didn't ask for it."
"I think you'll find you did." He replied, sitting up and putting his music on.
"No I didn't, you know I didn't, and who are those people you're listening to?"
"Muse." Grunted Michael, "Muggle band. Very cool. Bough at cheap price, charmed CD player, if you watch you'll see that even Draco Malfoy's got in on the craze."
Ron looked around. It was true. No one knew who started the craze, but since Michael, a natural techno whiz persuaded Harry, a natural technophobe to try it to listen to The Mongel CDs, everyone had got one. It was Odd, he reasoned, only shops witch Psyxen's ran sold charmed CD players. They weren't really charmed, but the Psyxens that had made them called themselves "the Charmed Sounds." It was simple enough to make, so Ron was surprised that no one had though about it before. The Iron and steel components wouldn't work at Hogwarts, and nor would the batteries, but otherwise they were technically sound, well, according to Michael. All they had done was replaced iron and steel with some weird alloy that Ron could remember (or pronoun) the name of and create the first "magic battery". They supplied magic to magical instruments in a more refined way than before. It was revolutionising the market.
Now everyone had got into this mania. The weird sisters had a few CD's out, and of course The Mongrel's with their Album "Never mind the Fudge ups." Had been banned, but not before it had become infamous. Most adults hated the band "the Mongrels", mainly because they glorified Lycanthropy and in this time of war paranoia, the last thing people wanted to hear was the status quo questioned. Needless to say, every person in the wizarding world under the age of eighteen, and a few over that age, owned a copy. Ron, even though his mother flew into a rage at the very mention of their names in her house, had become an overnight fan.
They were silent as Michael replaced his earphones, fiddled with the buttons and changed the track, lying down again. Ron went back to his essay.
"Michael?"
"What?" he snapped.
"When's Harry's Quidditch practise over?"
"I don't know, he didn't say."
"Shouldn't you know? You are his friend and everything, I mean I know, or maybe you weren't listening when he told you."
"Probably." Answered Michael, and sitting up reached over to his bag. He opened up the beaten up old satchel, and produced a large book out of it. Michael opened it up and said, "I can feel my skin burning. I'm not getting burned again."
"You're a fricking bastard when you have sunburn."
"Too right."
"But you could do with a tan."
"No I couldn't."
"Yeah, you look like you're ill or something."
"Ron, do I look like I care?"
"Yeah, you look like a vampire. I mean, you do suck."
"Haha," said Michael, closing the book and putting it back, "I get your point, but right now I have some transfiguration homework to finish." He said, puling a manuscript out of his bag, "does anyone know, let alone care, how to change a chair into a cheetah? And how on earth I can write three feet on the subject?"
"Don't ask me, and anyway, where is Hermione?"
"Library I guess. She's looking up something on the reveal charm. There're a few different forms of it, and of course, Hermione goes and looks them up. Actually, that isn't necessarily a bad idea...."
"Hey, Harry!" shouted Ron, spotting Harry in the distance.
"Hi guys!" he shouted back. Michael turned around. Harry, dressed in full seeker outfit, walked towards them. He was a perfect seeker. Although wiry and light, he had a lot of muscle built into his frame, his Gryffindor striped shirt clinging to his body. His expensive oval glasses were pulled up to his face. Harry had also grown a few inches recently, being almost as tall as him. He was a magnificent figure to behold, even better when you could say he was your best mate. All the girls he'd dated (briefly) had gone out with him just to say that they were an indirect friend of Potter's.
Harry, dropping his beloved Firebolt to the ground, slumped down next to Ron, and asked, "Whatzup?"
"Not much, how was Quidditch practise?" inquired Ron.
"Fine, fine, Angelina Johnson still refuses to let me do any low dives, but apart from that, things are going fine. " Harry sighed, "Oh, and I'm going to ask if I can be Quidditch captain next year. That's it."
"Hey, Cool, you have my vote." Replied Ron.
"And now to start on charms." Grinned Harry tiredly, " Charms glorious charms, like candy, just not sweet or edible. " he finished with a mock- uncertainty in his voice.
Michael smiled at the bad joke. "Yeah, well, Hermionie's looking up some stuff. You should probably join her. "
"Yes, you should, 'cause Michael isn't being a blind bit of help." Inserted Ron.
Harry gave Michael an odd look.
Michael sighed and said "Ron, what the hell don't you get about that essay? It just a simple essay on the Crusious curse. Y'know, avoidance, what it is, what it does, all that kind of stuff."
"Look Ron, I'll give you a hand here." Said Harry, looking over Ron's shoulder, "Look at the NEWT book on it. You just need to copy out that bit on what the long term effects are...."
"Professor Dryden hates it when people do that....." Said Michael.
"Look, keep your big greasy nose out of this!" shouted Ron, "You've been feck all help you stupid alien."
There was a sudden tension in the air.
Michael's eye twitched. "What did you call me?" he laughed angrily.
"I called you a stupid alien you non-human." Said Ron, with sadistic glee, "yeah, you heard me. We all know what we should do with your type. You should be sent to a special school where you're kept separate from humans."
"Ron..."hissed Harry, but he was too late. Ron was mid rant, anger that had been boiling under the surface suddenly revealing itself in the ugly light.
"Yeah, All you Aliens do is take our jobs and take our lives and make us do what you people want, and you know what? You're annoying and smug, and you didn't deserve your OWL grades, 'cause everyone knows that you're kind know how to cheat on them, and you say you're human, but you're not! You're not human, you're a monster! "
That was enough. Any self restrain Michael had left tore away in his blast of anger, "SO THAT'S WHAT YOU FUCKING THINK OF ME!" he screamed so loud that everyone could here it, "WELL MAYBE THE HUMAN WOULD LIKE TO KNOW WHAT THIS 'ALIEN' THINKS! YOU STUPID BIGOTED IDIOT! JUST BECAUSE I WORK YOU SAY I CHEATED! WELL, MAYBE YOU'D LIKE IT IF STUPID TWATS LIKE YOU SAID STUFF LIKE THAT ABOUT YOU BEHIND YOUR BACK, AND MAYBE YOU'D LIKE TO SPEND EVERY DAY SCARED THAT YOU MIGHT END UP AN ORPHAN! OR MAYBE YOU WOULDN'T BECAUSE YOU'RE SO *METALLY RETADED!*" Michael screamed. There wasn't any reason behind his insults, he knew that, but his mind was on fire. He had given up on reason, but everything came out, so fast that he couldn't control it any more. "MY MOTHER WAS A MONSTER! DON'T FORGET THAT YOU BASTARD! SHE DIED BECAUSE OF PEOPLE LIKE YOU, AND MY DAD MIGHT DIE AS WELL, SO DON'T GIVE ME THAT CRAP!" tears were streaming down his face, his throat scratchy and sore from the verbal dysentery that his lament had become, "SO STOP FUCKING HAVING A GO AT ME! *JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! *" And with that he stormed off, Ron practically backed up against the tree. Everyone who had been watching this scene suddenly turned back to his or her other business.
Ron stood up and shouted at Michael's quickly disappearing back, "Come back here you bastard!"
"Ron, shut up!" exclaimed Harry, "I think you've done enough."
"Look, I wasn't the one who decided to scream everything across the field." replied Ron, "And where the hell has that cry-baby gone? I can't believe he called me a retard!"
"Look, let's just go to the Library, " said Harry, "It's nothing big, when Michael calm's down, he can just apologise."
"That stubborn arsehole? Apologise? Never." Snorted Ron.
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Notes!
Okay, you should probably understand why Michael is Volatile now! I know I made Rom a bit of a bad guy, but he does get redeemed later! Promise!
But now some explanation (that you might have picked up already, but I don't want to leave you thinking that I've completely lost the plot already)
1/ This is an alternate universe - hence the swearing. This is how me and my friends speak to each other, so I'm assuming that due to the fact that they've had different social influences, they swear more.
2/ Yes, I'm sorry about making Ron bad, but both him and our Ron will get redeemed, promise!
3/ But to explain what the heck lead up to this. If you've read too much into the books you might believe that Ron is slightly xenophobic to other races, but it never leads to anything. Well, in this reality it has. A lot more background. As you can see, their Friendship is on tender hooks. Ron reads the papers and believes what he sees when he sees part of Michael being criticized, while Michael obviously is not guilty by association, as well as many situations are blown out of control. Ron is slowly coming to dislike Michael, mainly because he is a lot weird, (I don't want a tan!) but feels that he has a card he can use against Michael. Michael has a feeling that Ron is trying to get at him (from experience the questioning Michael received, when given on a daily basis gets really annoying!), but he doesn't know how to react, so he just does what comes naturally. Ron is a friend of Harry's, but Michael had prime position as 'best' friend, which Ron doesn't feel Michael deserves. So, of course, Ron tries to drive him away, being a threat, resulting in Michael finally cottoning on, but unable to do anything about it ignores it, but finally it comes to a head with Ron generally seen as the victor. Okay, that doesn't' make sense, but if I managed to communicate that, I'll be very happy, as it will help you understand a lot that might happen.
4/ How on earth does Michael know about muse? Well, here's my explanation, which will be elaborated on. Mandatory Muggle studies lessons (but no exam) until they leave, so wizards can integrate better into muggle society (as well as learn about Psyxen history, but who's counting?). Hence he heard about them in a class, and bough the CD. More on that later.
5/ Dryden - I don't know why the DADA's teacher is called that. I'll let you read into that whatever you want to read.
6/ okay, if I made them sound Feminine, I'm sorry, I'm not good at writing male characters!
Thank you for reading, I've been Xandra the Blue, the characters all belong to JK Rolwing except Michael, you've been a great audience and Good night!