Disclaimer: I don't own anything, if I was JK Sirius would still be alive, Harry wouldn't have been awful in book 5 and people would live Sev. So please don't sue.
Notes: Why isn't Snape going for public humiliation you may ask, well don't you think people would rush to Sirius' side if they saw that Snape was torturing him? Why doesn't Sirius tell James? He doesn't want to seem weak. I love Siri to bits but he is vain and he has a bit of a pride/masculinity complex so he wouldn't ever tell. I'm sorry for the not so good Sirius tormenting I just have a hard time making Snape mean and hurting Siri. If you have ideas send them to me at saxonenchantress at hotmail dot com.
SpiritsFlame- yay a new reviewer.
Empressofwhispers- it's not that long sorry but we get some major plot-like things
Demonsblade- yeah, I have trouble making Snape mean, it should get better………..hopefully
bluerain627- I too am a Sirius fan girl, though I'll leave him to Rem. No public humiliation or telling James for the reasons in the note above, please read it. I really like Snape. If you have any ideas I'd love to hear 'em.
"Rem?" Lily asked as she and the young werewolf were alone in the library the next day.
"Mmn."
"Can I talk to you about something?"
"Sure."
"I was reading up on werewolves earlier and I came across something," Lily said.
"And?" Remus was used to questions about his lycanthropy from his friends.
"The book said that werewolves mate for life," Lily continued.
"That's true. The first person I'm with I'm bound to the rest of my life." His voice was totally devoid of emotion as he said this, hiding the fact he felt quite strongly about this matter.
"Have you thought of anyone?"
"No. No one in their right mind would want that," Remus said, sounding bitterer than he intended. He actually had thought of someone but that would never happen, he would never want to commit.
"Don't say that," Lily admonished. Remus' low self esteem made her want to round on the people in the Ministry with a crossbow. "I have thought of someone. He is loyal, smart (when he wants to be), charming and good-looking."
"Yes and he would also be okay with the wolf," Remus put in sarcastically.
"He is and I found out recently that he likes men." Lily was now fully in matchmaker overdrive.
After hearing this Remus knew beyond the shadow of a doubt who she was talking about, it was the same person he had thought of. "Sirius isn't one for commitment."
"But if he was willing you would accept?" Lily asked. The werewolf nodded and blushed. "He has gotten a lot better recently. He hasn't dated anyone in ages."
"He was on a date yesterday night."
"Who with?"
"Don't know but he came back smelling like he had pickled something. He said he bumped into Severus but I doubt that's entirely true." Remus said, chewing his lower lip in thought. "Maybe he actually went and got tutoring for potions."
"See there you go, he committed to potions, I bet he'll do the same for you."
"He doesn't like me that way Lily; I'm one of his best friends, nothing more."
"We'll see."
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"Where were you last night?" Lucius Malfoy asked Severus the next morning in the Slytherin common room.
"Nowhere, Sir," he growled in answer and tried to walk past the boy who had installed himself as king of Slytherin house.
"You were somewhere. Tell me where; you don't want me to do it again, do you?" Malfoy threatened.
Snape shuddered. "I was getting my revenge on Black."
"How?"
"Blackmail, he's my slave now."
Severus wanted to keep this from Malfoy but that was outweighed by not wanting the other boy to torture him again.
"Good, good. Get him properly; the blood-traitor needs to be put in his place." Malfoy smirked as he conjured mental images.
"Yes sir," Snape said. He then got away as fast as he could, seeking sanctuary in the library.
(A/N no Malfoy isn't a rapist)
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When Sirius opened his transfiguration text a small slip of parchment floated out from between the pages. The writing on the note was tiny and loopy, at first Sirius thought it was Remus' but the lines were harder and more dillibarate. All the smart people he knew wrote small. Is small writing directly proportional to intelligence? He banished the question before he could get too involved in it and read the note:
Meet up with me again, same time same place
- S. Snape
Crud. Sirius sighed. Did I really think I'd get off that easy?
Something wrong Sirius?" Remus asked.
Sirius quickly crumpled the paper into a tight ball. "No , I'll just be busy today again."
"You're getting tutoring, right?" Remus said. Sirius just starred, not even daring to breath. "It's okay, I won't tell Prongs."
Tell him now. Come on, I'm not a coward, spit it out. Instead he just nodded. I just missed my chance to get Snape off my back and get rid of this secret all in one go but no-oo I had to go and lie to him. Sirius dropped his head onto the desk with a thump.
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After dinner that same day Sirius again trekked to the empty dungeon classroom. The Slytherin was already there with a bubbling cauldron, enveloped in a cloud of silver mist.
"Good Black, grab the jar of milkweed powder on the counter and bring it here," Severus said, not even looking up.
Sirius did as told and stood directly behind the other boy breathing down his neck a bit. "Scoot back; I don't want this to blow up." With the ever most care he measured the powder and dropped it in slowly. "Your project is on eh next table over."
Sirius looked over at said table. On it was a small caldron and a set of instructions. At least its not feet. The potion wasn't half-bad. The fumes were a bit overwhelming and Sirius' arm would have protested had James not coaxed him into playing beater for the house team.
It was not an extremely difficult potion but Sirius was still proud to have finished it without it blowing up in his face. He had followed the instructions obsessively; he was going to show Simms (who would probably never learn of the potion) and Snape that he wasn't a goof-up.
"I'm done," he said proud and defiant.
"Really?" Snape said with more interest than Sirius was comfortable with. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and came over to Sirius' table. He must not have thought I could do it, I showed him. "Good drink some."
Sirius plunged his hand into the caldron, forgetting that just seconds before it was bubbling and spitting. If he screamed or showed he was hurt that would just give Severus satisfaction and that was the last thing Sirius wanted. So he gritted his teeth and bore the searing pain and quickly inhales some of the potion he had scooped into his hand. Ha, I didn't die.
"How barbaric. Haven't you ever heard of a spoon?" Snape asked, clearly not wanting an answer. He watched the other boy intently for a few minutes. Sirius felt odd under the scrutinizing glare, a bit woozy and as is he had grown elephant ears. A satisfied smile had crept its way up Severus' face as he and Sirius were in a silent contest to see who would blink first.
Severus blinked, ending the game. "You have screwed up royally Black," He said and muttered "Evanesco" flicking his wand and making the fruit of Sirius' two hour labor disappear in a matter of seconds. Saying nothing more he returned to his caldron. With a large wooden ladle he began scooping the silvery substance from his caldron into a stone basin.
Sirius was livid, he had followed all the instructions, he was sure of it; he didn't even feel any different. Snape must just be saying he'd messed up to make him feel bad. With that in mind the Gryffindor with the famous temper marched up to the smaller boy. He then caught his reflection in the basin and did a double-take. Snape was right, he had screwed up royally. Sirius now sported a pair of long, pointed, elflike ears that were spouting puff after puff of rainbow smoke. Crap.
"You can go now Black," Severus said. Sirius complied; first walking down the halls until he was sure Snape would no longer hear him before breaking into a sprint.
