Angel With The Scabbed Wings, Jaded Chapter 7, a harry potter fanfic

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Summary: Ron becomes deaf as a result of the war, Snape is sent in to help him, will friendship blossom or maybe stronger feelings can grow in the shadows of hate?

Pairings: SS/RW BW/NL more to come

Warnings: SLASH, future MPREG, really bad language and slight self harm.

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The title to this chapter is borrowed from Pet Shop Boys

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Angel With The Scabbed Wings, Jaded

Chapter VI: Yesterday When I Was Mad

Severus couldn't believe it, he was nervous! Now he finally thought he knew why his father always acted so calm, a nervous Snape was disaster! And a Snape in a pink, frilly chaperone made even the house elves want to be sick.

He only had two house elves, two very incompetent house elves at that. Flôa had been in his family since before he was born, which, Snape concluded, had led to her being senile. Ponken was barley an adult and was always confused, if Severus wanted him to bring tea to the study Ponken would look at him with a expression that could easily match a goldfish.

He didn't trust either one of them to even bring him tea which is why he stood sat there in his pink chaperone scrubbing the tiles in the bathroom that was connected to the guestroom. It used to be his room before his parents decided that their son could have the house so they could travel around the world and later settle down in Oslo, in Finland or something. When his parents left he moved in, in their old room because it was bigger and less colourful.

So while Severus washed the laundry, made the guestroom ready, cleaned the kitchen, cooked lunch, screamed at Flôa and Ponken and wondered when his rather small manor had grown into a castle, the house elves where busy.

Flôa was panicking while searching for her little master, Severus Snape, children that small shouldn't wander of alone, what if he got hold of a knife or came across the kitchen, he was only five years old and could easily hurt himself!

Ponken stood open-mouthed watching his master, he hadn't known someone could do things that fast, and wondered why his master wasn't using magic but figured master Snape knew what he was doing even in that funny-looking dress and with his hair in a messy bun a top his head. Master Snape was very smart so Ponken just stood there admiring him.

When the time came to pick the Weasley-prat up he charmed himself clean, only then remembering that he could do magic and cursed himself, stress, house elves, cleaning and Ron Weasley thee times each. Then he changed his clothes before gracefully walking over to the fireplace and flooing over to the Burrow while deciding that having the gorgeous prat live with him proved that he, Severus Snape, was going mad.

Lyrics for this chapter:

Yesterday

Darling, you were wonderful, you really were quite good

I enjoyed that, though, of course, no one understood

A word of what was going on, they didn't have a clue

They couldn't understand your sense of humour like I do

Yesterday, when I was mad