Unwanted or Improper
ImmortalFlick
Warnings: This chapter hasn't been beta'd yet, so any mistakes, I'm sorry about!
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine.
A/N: So, so, so, so, so sorry I dragged the wait out so much. I haven't written anything in weeks and I've had what I might call 'writer's block'. Then today I just sat and wrote, so I hope this turned out okay. Thanks for being patient.
Thank you so, so, so much to my reviewers, there are too many to answer properly, and that's wonderful!
Awen, kujasgirl2, frizzy (Not quite yet, the longer chapters will come in a while!), penny, Fuzzy-Bumpkins, Marller, potts, TheSecretCharacter (Thanks!!!), DaughterofDeath, Alynna Lis Eachann, athenakitty (yes, their hours stuck in there were up, enlightening, yes, Sev takes a shower! Harry? :D Well, not quite yet!), Sally, Lady Lightning, Iced Flame, Kateri1, c[R]ud[E]dly, idril.tinuviel, ataraxis (Forward seemed like the right direction to me too :D )
On a more personal note:
lighted eagle - Here's a little more time (have fun with dancing), your reviews are very much appreciated, I look forward to them, yeah, I like to thank someone who has actually taken some time to chat (not that I don't appreciate others as well) and it's nice to chat back, it's quite sad when there are too many, really. It made sense. Tension's good. Thank you. Ron reminds me of Molly as well as Snape :D. I got it and I love to get it again. Thanks heaps, see ya!
Aria-fic - Sorry bout the wait!!! SO sorry! Yeah, I considered that the tell all chapter and discuss in this one. I hope it lived up to your standards. Rushed? Damn, I spent a while on it. Just think of it was sort of just the dialogue, and the pauses, thoughts and stuff were kept to themselves for once :D. I tend to write a lot of "inside the head" stuff. I tried not to tie myself in cliche but I may've failed because a little bunny visited. The plot has taken a turn in my head and I'm afraid to follow it, but I shall bravely go where I am led. Harry/Sev will progress in a few chapters. Thanks for the review. Bye!
Chantelli - *growl* I love a good debate. Yes, I find my name isn't Rowling either. Potential, there goes that word again. Well thought out is great, but it could just go to hell I suppose. No disrespect taken, as I said, a good debate does me a world of good (I'm at home sick and no one's really argued with me yet). I kept a shred! Okay, now I'm feeling a little ruffled. Okay, good story, tell me --exactly-- what was good about it, come on, don't be shy, that way I can continue what you like! Constructive, eh? Hm. Well. I suppose. Sing my praises, okay, now I'm ruffled again! I don't expect them too, but I also don't expect to be put up next to Rowling and be told I'm nothing like her, because I'm not and I know that (otherwise this wouldn't be fanfiction). It's nice to know you don't consider this a waste of your time. Thank you for your review, it was thought provoking and a good read.
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Unwanted or Improper - Chapter 8
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Temper - a sudden outburst of anger, a characteristic (habitual or relatively temporary) state of feeling, a disposition to exhibit uncontrolled anger.
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"Remy!"
"Sirius, calm down."
"Calm down! Calm down?" Sirius was in a state of rage, of course that didn't stop Remus from trying to make him see reason. "How can I calm down? Snape is going to fuck my godson and I can't do a thing about it!"
"Not unless you kill him." Remus leant back in his chair, staring challengingly up at his mate.
"Snape?"
"Harry." Remus replied with a raised eyebrow. He did admit, Sirius was downright scary when he was angry, and he commended him for not blowing up in front of Harry. The boy was probably in a still in a state of shock and could certainly use a break.
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Sirius' face said it all and he knew it. He didn't want to hurt his godson, he'd never hurt him. But he had to deal with the fact that his most hated, despised, loathed enemy was going to ruin Harry's life! And Albus was encouraging it! When Harry was here he could hardly restrain himself from shoving some sense into the boy and stopping him from defending that bastard.
Why Harry? Hadn't Harry done enough for this world? Sirius had been there for the past three years, he'd seen first-hand what the his godson had done! Sirius was angry, alright, furious, in fact. If there was one thing his godson deserved, it was a little peace! Peace of mind. Peace in life. Just some bloody peace!
His anger drained slightly as he resigned himself to his lover's arms. "What do I do?" What could he do? He was so helpless and he hated it! He was Sirius Black, once king of the world! Of course, that had been a long time ago, before Azkaban had happened. Before life had happened.
"Talk to him."
"To who?"
"Snape." Remus held Sirius tighter as he predicted the reaction.
He was wrong in his prediction. "I suppose I will have to, won't I?" Again, the defeated tone in Sirius' voice broke his heart.
"Yes, I'd say you will, go ahead, threaten him if it'll make you feel better." He may as well encourage his partner, if there was one thing Sirius could still do, it was make sure Harry would not be hurt.
"I suppose it would." Remus smiled at the wicked grin on Sirius' face. There was the man he loved.
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Snape sat, staring moodily at the unopened bottle of firewhiskey, the drink became quite addictive. Black would be expected any moment now. Any moment. He'd be here on the behalf of his godson, the boy Snape had to fuck, and he would not be happy. Snape could hardly imagine how furious he'd be in the situation. But he'd be a crap father-figure anyway, the kid would have been on the road long ago.
He still stared at the drink, his brow furrowed. Fuck it, he thought in an fit of rage, fuck it all. Severus threw the bottle as hard as he could, it hit the wall and shattered, the shards went flying. Once again, since the boy had entered his chambers, something had been broken, never mind that this mess was solely his fault.
Before this, this disaster, he'd been living quite calmly, taking in life, Voldemort and students step by step. What was it about the child that made everything change? Where ever he went, everything moved, revolved, they all orbited around him. And yet, he ignored it, was oblivious. Snape snorted in disgust. Utterly ignorant.
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Sirius had ventured down into the dungeons before, enough times to memorize it, in fact. After all, a lot of pranks were done best close to home.
Of course, he also knew where Snape's chambers were, one thing he'd found out as soon as he'd arrived at Hogwarts. It came into use now.
Knocking maybe wouldn't be the best idea, Sirius thought as he stood outside Snape's door. It was not as if he'd just welcome his archenemy in. That would be slightly... improbable. So Sirius stood there, feeling slightly out of place. He finally decided to knock, there wasn't any other way in, he didn't have his wand. How he expected to do any damage without his wand was a question that was easily answered with his fists.
But his hand's slow ascent to the wood was paused by the sound of shattering glass. Sirius stepped away from the door in surprise. What? It was lucky he'd done that, it turned out, because the door was flung open a moment later.
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Remus sat in the chambers him and his mate shared. He pondered on the news they'd received. It struck him that Sirius and Snape were quite alike. Very alike. In temper mostly. Remus, personally, had never seen Snape in a true fit of temper, but his infamous temper had been talk long ago, when they were still in school.
That was a story not well known, as it was not something often talked about, but it was something that would increase the fear of students, which, while it would please Snape, was not desirable. Especially considering how many first years came out of the potions classroom violently trembling, a few second and third years exited in tears as well. Even the Slytherins feared him, only they feared him enough to respect him.
But that story was definitely for another time and Harry did not need to know about it now. And maybe sending Sirius off to Snape wasn't the smartest thing to do, their tempers would clash horribly, but it would calm Sirius down after he'd threatened Snape a bit. Hopefully Snape wouldn't hurt him too badly.
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A angry and determined Snape grabbed the handle and shoved the door open, forgetting about the broken glass in the corner, nothing was going to get in his way. But when he went right into a very surprised Black he was feeling a lot less dignified.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He spat out, knowing exactly why the man was there.
Sirius found his tongue. "Looking for you, actually, you bastard!"
"Bastard? Surely you could be more creative than that, Black. Twelve years in Azkaban wasn't enough for you to contemplate how much you despise me?" The last line was said with little humor. Snape had no time for him. Black was of no meaning, nor purpose, to him. Not at the moment. Not when he had find Harry. Potter. What ever the hell his name was!
"Who are you calling creative, child molester?"
Snape fumed. He fumed visably. You could definitely tell he was fuming. "What did you call me?" His voice was cold and quiet. Dangerous quiet.
Sirius almost wilted but sucked up all the renown Gryffindor courage he could and replied. "I called you a child molester, Snape, are you denying it?" Sirius never claimed to be smart, and his mouth was bigger than his brain any day.
"You fucking arsehole!" Snape flew at the man, his fist connecting with Sirius' jaw, a cracking noise resounded. "You fucking bastard." The irony of the word escaped Severus' notice.
He stood over the gasping man, who was in the process of getting up. "You don't know anything!" This time it was his foot being introduced to Sirius' already sore body. Snape's rage was all-consuming. They were wrong though, you don't see red when you were this angry, because all he saw was black. Who needed red?
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Harry sat in the Common Room, once again next to Ron, this was becoming routine now. At least twice a day, the two would be called to sit there. Ron telling Harry it would all turn out okay. But you could only say that so often and be believed. Because after a while it gets boring. It gets twisted. And it almost always turns out to be a lie anyway. Things aren't going to be okay and never are. But, in the sole tradition of irony, things do get better.
Hermione was on the other side of the room. She was reading 'Quidditch Throughout the Ages'. Strange. She seemed to be studiously avoiding looking at the two of them. Ron had admitted that Hermione was no longer talking to him, ever since he'd called her a bitch, of which Harry was quite amazed, he knew how much Ron liked her. Ron reported he had Ginny working on her. Harry'd had a small panic when he'd heard that, but Ron was quick to assure him Ginny didn't know anything, only that they were on the outs, and Hermione wasn't saying anything.
Suddenly Harry gasped and clutched his head. "What? Harry, what's wrong?" Ron asked, concern evident. "Is it your scar?"
"No," Harry managed to hiss. "I don't know."
"Is it him?" Ron hissed back, his voice angry.
"I don't know... maybe... it's so strong."
"What is it?" He was right, what was it?
"Anger. Fury. Hate." Harry whispered the last word.
Neither noticed Hermione running out the portrait hole, nor the realization that had dawned on her face moments before.
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End Chapter 8
I know it's short. I'm sorry it's short. But I'm still climbing back on my feet after laziness, homework and a mild case of writer's block struck me ill.
I feel sick (I have bad hayfever and what I reckon is a cold), and I hope lots of reviews will cheer me up! I'd love reviews, feedback, you know? Especially on this chapter so nothing like the huge wait will ever happen again. By the way, it was my birthday on the 9th, which was pretty cool. So... yeah... love you hear from you! Suggestions are more than welcome!
ImmortalFlick
Warnings: This chapter hasn't been beta'd yet, so any mistakes, I'm sorry about!
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine.
A/N: So, so, so, so, so sorry I dragged the wait out so much. I haven't written anything in weeks and I've had what I might call 'writer's block'. Then today I just sat and wrote, so I hope this turned out okay. Thanks for being patient.
Thank you so, so, so much to my reviewers, there are too many to answer properly, and that's wonderful!
Awen, kujasgirl2, frizzy (Not quite yet, the longer chapters will come in a while!), penny, Fuzzy-Bumpkins, Marller, potts, TheSecretCharacter (Thanks!!!), DaughterofDeath, Alynna Lis Eachann, athenakitty (yes, their hours stuck in there were up, enlightening, yes, Sev takes a shower! Harry? :D Well, not quite yet!), Sally, Lady Lightning, Iced Flame, Kateri1, c[R]ud[E]dly, idril.tinuviel, ataraxis (Forward seemed like the right direction to me too :D )
On a more personal note:
lighted eagle - Here's a little more time (have fun with dancing), your reviews are very much appreciated, I look forward to them, yeah, I like to thank someone who has actually taken some time to chat (not that I don't appreciate others as well) and it's nice to chat back, it's quite sad when there are too many, really. It made sense. Tension's good. Thank you. Ron reminds me of Molly as well as Snape :D. I got it and I love to get it again. Thanks heaps, see ya!
Aria-fic - Sorry bout the wait!!! SO sorry! Yeah, I considered that the tell all chapter and discuss in this one. I hope it lived up to your standards. Rushed? Damn, I spent a while on it. Just think of it was sort of just the dialogue, and the pauses, thoughts and stuff were kept to themselves for once :D. I tend to write a lot of "inside the head" stuff. I tried not to tie myself in cliche but I may've failed because a little bunny visited. The plot has taken a turn in my head and I'm afraid to follow it, but I shall bravely go where I am led. Harry/Sev will progress in a few chapters. Thanks for the review. Bye!
Chantelli - *growl* I love a good debate. Yes, I find my name isn't Rowling either. Potential, there goes that word again. Well thought out is great, but it could just go to hell I suppose. No disrespect taken, as I said, a good debate does me a world of good (I'm at home sick and no one's really argued with me yet). I kept a shred! Okay, now I'm feeling a little ruffled. Okay, good story, tell me --exactly-- what was good about it, come on, don't be shy, that way I can continue what you like! Constructive, eh? Hm. Well. I suppose. Sing my praises, okay, now I'm ruffled again! I don't expect them too, but I also don't expect to be put up next to Rowling and be told I'm nothing like her, because I'm not and I know that (otherwise this wouldn't be fanfiction). It's nice to know you don't consider this a waste of your time. Thank you for your review, it was thought provoking and a good read.
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Unwanted or Improper - Chapter 8
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Temper - a sudden outburst of anger, a characteristic (habitual or relatively temporary) state of feeling, a disposition to exhibit uncontrolled anger.
*
"Remy!"
"Sirius, calm down."
"Calm down! Calm down?" Sirius was in a state of rage, of course that didn't stop Remus from trying to make him see reason. "How can I calm down? Snape is going to fuck my godson and I can't do a thing about it!"
"Not unless you kill him." Remus leant back in his chair, staring challengingly up at his mate.
"Snape?"
"Harry." Remus replied with a raised eyebrow. He did admit, Sirius was downright scary when he was angry, and he commended him for not blowing up in front of Harry. The boy was probably in a still in a state of shock and could certainly use a break.
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Sirius' face said it all and he knew it. He didn't want to hurt his godson, he'd never hurt him. But he had to deal with the fact that his most hated, despised, loathed enemy was going to ruin Harry's life! And Albus was encouraging it! When Harry was here he could hardly restrain himself from shoving some sense into the boy and stopping him from defending that bastard.
Why Harry? Hadn't Harry done enough for this world? Sirius had been there for the past three years, he'd seen first-hand what the his godson had done! Sirius was angry, alright, furious, in fact. If there was one thing his godson deserved, it was a little peace! Peace of mind. Peace in life. Just some bloody peace!
His anger drained slightly as he resigned himself to his lover's arms. "What do I do?" What could he do? He was so helpless and he hated it! He was Sirius Black, once king of the world! Of course, that had been a long time ago, before Azkaban had happened. Before life had happened.
"Talk to him."
"To who?"
"Snape." Remus held Sirius tighter as he predicted the reaction.
He was wrong in his prediction. "I suppose I will have to, won't I?" Again, the defeated tone in Sirius' voice broke his heart.
"Yes, I'd say you will, go ahead, threaten him if it'll make you feel better." He may as well encourage his partner, if there was one thing Sirius could still do, it was make sure Harry would not be hurt.
"I suppose it would." Remus smiled at the wicked grin on Sirius' face. There was the man he loved.
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Snape sat, staring moodily at the unopened bottle of firewhiskey, the drink became quite addictive. Black would be expected any moment now. Any moment. He'd be here on the behalf of his godson, the boy Snape had to fuck, and he would not be happy. Snape could hardly imagine how furious he'd be in the situation. But he'd be a crap father-figure anyway, the kid would have been on the road long ago.
He still stared at the drink, his brow furrowed. Fuck it, he thought in an fit of rage, fuck it all. Severus threw the bottle as hard as he could, it hit the wall and shattered, the shards went flying. Once again, since the boy had entered his chambers, something had been broken, never mind that this mess was solely his fault.
Before this, this disaster, he'd been living quite calmly, taking in life, Voldemort and students step by step. What was it about the child that made everything change? Where ever he went, everything moved, revolved, they all orbited around him. And yet, he ignored it, was oblivious. Snape snorted in disgust. Utterly ignorant.
*
Sirius had ventured down into the dungeons before, enough times to memorize it, in fact. After all, a lot of pranks were done best close to home.
Of course, he also knew where Snape's chambers were, one thing he'd found out as soon as he'd arrived at Hogwarts. It came into use now.
Knocking maybe wouldn't be the best idea, Sirius thought as he stood outside Snape's door. It was not as if he'd just welcome his archenemy in. That would be slightly... improbable. So Sirius stood there, feeling slightly out of place. He finally decided to knock, there wasn't any other way in, he didn't have his wand. How he expected to do any damage without his wand was a question that was easily answered with his fists.
But his hand's slow ascent to the wood was paused by the sound of shattering glass. Sirius stepped away from the door in surprise. What? It was lucky he'd done that, it turned out, because the door was flung open a moment later.
*
Remus sat in the chambers him and his mate shared. He pondered on the news they'd received. It struck him that Sirius and Snape were quite alike. Very alike. In temper mostly. Remus, personally, had never seen Snape in a true fit of temper, but his infamous temper had been talk long ago, when they were still in school.
That was a story not well known, as it was not something often talked about, but it was something that would increase the fear of students, which, while it would please Snape, was not desirable. Especially considering how many first years came out of the potions classroom violently trembling, a few second and third years exited in tears as well. Even the Slytherins feared him, only they feared him enough to respect him.
But that story was definitely for another time and Harry did not need to know about it now. And maybe sending Sirius off to Snape wasn't the smartest thing to do, their tempers would clash horribly, but it would calm Sirius down after he'd threatened Snape a bit. Hopefully Snape wouldn't hurt him too badly.
*
A angry and determined Snape grabbed the handle and shoved the door open, forgetting about the broken glass in the corner, nothing was going to get in his way. But when he went right into a very surprised Black he was feeling a lot less dignified.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He spat out, knowing exactly why the man was there.
Sirius found his tongue. "Looking for you, actually, you bastard!"
"Bastard? Surely you could be more creative than that, Black. Twelve years in Azkaban wasn't enough for you to contemplate how much you despise me?" The last line was said with little humor. Snape had no time for him. Black was of no meaning, nor purpose, to him. Not at the moment. Not when he had find Harry. Potter. What ever the hell his name was!
"Who are you calling creative, child molester?"
Snape fumed. He fumed visably. You could definitely tell he was fuming. "What did you call me?" His voice was cold and quiet. Dangerous quiet.
Sirius almost wilted but sucked up all the renown Gryffindor courage he could and replied. "I called you a child molester, Snape, are you denying it?" Sirius never claimed to be smart, and his mouth was bigger than his brain any day.
"You fucking arsehole!" Snape flew at the man, his fist connecting with Sirius' jaw, a cracking noise resounded. "You fucking bastard." The irony of the word escaped Severus' notice.
He stood over the gasping man, who was in the process of getting up. "You don't know anything!" This time it was his foot being introduced to Sirius' already sore body. Snape's rage was all-consuming. They were wrong though, you don't see red when you were this angry, because all he saw was black. Who needed red?
*
Harry sat in the Common Room, once again next to Ron, this was becoming routine now. At least twice a day, the two would be called to sit there. Ron telling Harry it would all turn out okay. But you could only say that so often and be believed. Because after a while it gets boring. It gets twisted. And it almost always turns out to be a lie anyway. Things aren't going to be okay and never are. But, in the sole tradition of irony, things do get better.
Hermione was on the other side of the room. She was reading 'Quidditch Throughout the Ages'. Strange. She seemed to be studiously avoiding looking at the two of them. Ron had admitted that Hermione was no longer talking to him, ever since he'd called her a bitch, of which Harry was quite amazed, he knew how much Ron liked her. Ron reported he had Ginny working on her. Harry'd had a small panic when he'd heard that, but Ron was quick to assure him Ginny didn't know anything, only that they were on the outs, and Hermione wasn't saying anything.
Suddenly Harry gasped and clutched his head. "What? Harry, what's wrong?" Ron asked, concern evident. "Is it your scar?"
"No," Harry managed to hiss. "I don't know."
"Is it him?" Ron hissed back, his voice angry.
"I don't know... maybe... it's so strong."
"What is it?" He was right, what was it?
"Anger. Fury. Hate." Harry whispered the last word.
Neither noticed Hermione running out the portrait hole, nor the realization that had dawned on her face moments before.
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End Chapter 8
I know it's short. I'm sorry it's short. But I'm still climbing back on my feet after laziness, homework and a mild case of writer's block struck me ill.
I feel sick (I have bad hayfever and what I reckon is a cold), and I hope lots of reviews will cheer me up! I'd love reviews, feedback, you know? Especially on this chapter so nothing like the huge wait will ever happen again. By the way, it was my birthday on the 9th, which was pretty cool. So... yeah... love you hear from you! Suggestions are more than welcome!