chapter 4

The white curtain moved back and quickly closed. A tall black haired boy joins another on his bed.

"Rus. Rus wake up."

"Ah if it isn't the Quidditch menace."

"Aw Russ. I didn't mean to break your nose. Again."

"I don't think my nose will ever be the same. It's even more crooked now. Are you comfortable?"

"Not really, move over a bit. Does it still hurt?"

"Nah Pomphrey gave a pain potion. How's your arm?"

"Sore but not broken anymore. You would have to land on me."

The two boys snuggle against each other when Snape sits up suddenly.

"Hey you don't smell like dung bombs anymore."

"Have I told you that you are down right evil? Where did you get extra strength dung bombs? I stank for a week."

"I had to get you back for the pink hair."

"Aw you looked so cute. I got a picture."

"What! You better destroy that!"

"I'm keeping it to show our future children."

"Ri we haven't even properly snogged each other."

"I know. Can you imagine our children? They would get more detentions than either of us."

"I'm afraid I'd be too much like my father."

"No way have we both had excellent examples on how not to act or treat a child."

"Well that's neither here nor there for at least a decade. Have you finished the transfiguration assignment?"

"Yeah even did potions already."

"I'm hopeless lost on the practical portion."

"Meet me at Moaning Myrtle's tomorrow and I'll help you."

"You know Ri we've done pretty good this year. We've only a month of school left and this is our first set of broken bones. Well that weren't inflicted by family."

"You are truly deranged. We hurt each other again."

"But this time it really was an accident."

"We've still three more years till graduation. We haven't yet figured out how to stop your father from presenting you to Voldemort for branding."

"At least your parents haven't been branded like cattle at a manics beck and call. That arse Malfoy still won't leave me alone. I think he's got your brother following me around."

"You have my express permission to do with Regulas as you see fit."

Both boys fall into silence again and are just staring at each other Severus moves slightly to rest his head on the other boys chest. Sirius strokes he silky hair on his best mates head.

"I know you don't like being in the infirmary Severus but you look sadder than usual. What's wrong?"

With his face still against the other boys chest Rus mumbles,"My father sent me a letter."

"While his letters are not pleasant they're nothing new."

"He's arranged for me to take a summer course at Drumstrang."

"Bloody hell."

"I leave two days after we return home. Just enough time for a couple of quick beatings."

"I wonder if I could convince my parents to send me there. They might go for it if I'm showing interest in the Dark Arts."

"No! I don't want you there. It's more a less a Death Eater training camp."

"You're still too young to be presented to Voldemort aren't you?"

"I hope so Sirius. I really hope so."