NOTE: This chapter contains some violence, but will be the only violent chapter in the fanfic. The rest will be funny I promise!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter this is just for fun
Brawl in the Kitchen
Snape lifted himself off the floor, whipping out his wand as he did so. The Order members gaped in terror as he brandished it in Sirius's face.
Molly stepped in to try and relieve the tension, but to no avail.
"Come now, Severus, there's no use fighting. We all need to stick together if we are ever going to…"
"SILENCE!" Snarled Snape with a most vicious sneer on his face. "You think your funny Black? Pranking me like a 15 year old? I can clearly see you never grew up!"
Sirius's face flushed red with anger.
"Don't you dare talk to me or anyone else in my house like that! Apologize to Molly and kindly remove your wand from my face, before I shove it that honker you call a nose!"
Snape didn't flinch. His thin lips twisted into a wicked grin.
"Pity, you think your tough Black? Why don't you tell them how the only way you challenged me was with the help of your arrogant friends!" Snape lowered his voice as he finished with a cold sarcastic tone. "Now that your friends are dead, whose going to help you now?"
The Order members gasped, but most of all Harry. Tears watered in the corner of his eyes as he thought about the father he never knew. Hermione reached to put a hand on his shoulder, but he slipped away and ran up the stairs. The Order members turned to comfort him but were distracted by a loud crack: the sound of Sirius's fist breaking Snape's nose.
Snape backed away, knocking down a chair as he gripped his throbbing nose. Blood dripped from between his fingers and onto the shiny tile floor. His eyes were open wide, but not with fear, but with a raging anger that made Ron soil his pants.
"DON'T YOU EVER TALK ABOUT MY FRIENDS LIKE THAT YOU GREASY GIT! I loved my friends, but I wouldn't count on you too understand that being that you HAVE NONE!" Sirius screamed, his face contorted with pain.
"I mourned for James and Lilly, we all did. Whose going to mourn for you Snape? Huh? NO ONE! I FOR ONE WILL HAVE A PARTY!" Sirius said more quietly.
The Order members stood there in silence, not knowing how to react to the words and events taking place before them. Fred and George gaped, feeling sort of guilty that their prank had gone so awry. Molly stood, hand on her mouth. Remus looked down to his shoes. Ron just stood there, casually nibbling on a cupcake leftover from dinner.
By now, Snape had removed his hand from his nose. Blood was trickling down from his nose to his chin. His impressive nose was even larger now, swollen and pointed in a direction that was totally unnatural.
Slowly, he whispered a threat so low that only Sirius heard. "How can you have a party if I kill you first?"
In the blink of an eye, Sirius went after Snape like a mad dog. Black threw punch after punch into Snape's face before grabbing him by the hair and banging his head on the cabinet. BANG BANG BANG.
Snape turned around and whacked Sirius on the side of the head with a frying pan. SLAM. Snape dug into Sirius's neck with his dirty nails and kneed him in the face with his sharp knee bones. Sirius went down, pulling Snape down with him. They wrestled on the floor hissing nasty words as they attempted to demolish one another.
The Order rushed in and tried to pull them apart. Grimmauld Place was suddenly thrown into a state of disorder and chaos, so much that the members missed sight of the grand old wizard who had just entered to start a meeting. Albus was taken off guard by the events in the kitchen. He stood there in total disbelief as cooking utensils whizzed by accompanied with cursing fit for sailors.
Not to everyone's knowledge, but Dumbledore himself had a temper. And this sight- his most trusted members nearly annihilating each other- was enough to set it off.