Severus Snape. 19. Death Eater. If you know what's good for you, you'll just leave me alone. I've no want nor need of your company and words. And I can promise you, any clever insult you might think yourself to have, I've heard before. Save your breath and piss off. "Pushing into what I want,
because I am so goddamn selfish.
Left you hanging, stopped relating.
I don't know why, love you so much.
I can't feel because I'm lost.
Not too much matters no more.
Is it you? Is it me? Is it us?
Or is it T R U S T ?" [[Multiverse | Multiship | Any Era Tracking: alongcameasnape. Please read the rules before interacting. Feel free to shoot me a message about anything. I'm not as snarky as Snape here is. Promise!]]
Severus found he was worse for wear the morning after a particularly cruel prank wrought by his four least favorite Gryffindors. While it was evident which two were the brains behind the operation, it had been clear that Pettigrew’s snickers and Lupin’s if-I-don’t-watch-I-don’t-know attitude only served to encourage Potter and Black. It was… humiliating, to say the least. Sadly, he hadn’t felt it was even planned but merely an opportunistic moment for the two bullies. It infuriated him that they could get away with so much and Severus found that not even ten minutes upon waking, he was angrily pulling on his clothes with the memory of it.
A sick feeling was rooted in his stomach. Pettigrew happened to have a camera during the whole… awkward moment. Which really wasn’t as awkward as it should have been but bloody Merlin, those four just had to toe their way into the Slytherin bath quarters.
If Severus wasn’t mistaken, they’d meant to mess with Regulus, having some preordained schedule of his baths during the day. Sirius Black was absolutely terrible, Severus thought. But as it was, Regulus had just finished before Severus had made his way in. And yes, as a matter of fact, he did take baths from time to time.
Rubbing his forehead exasperatedly, he left his dormitory, bent on forgetting the whole thing. Third Year boys were not meant to worry so much about covering their bits from mischievous imbecilic Gryffindors and he’s be damned if…..
Severus froze as he stepped into the corridor, his eyes gracing the most horrifying poster he’d ever seen. His face immediately flared and he hastily made to pull the poster down, only to find it had been given quite the powerful sticking charm. Severus cursed under his breath and scuttled away, intent on hiding out in the library for a way to unstick the unfathomable poster before the rest of the students awoke for the day.
However as he continued down the hall he was met with the poster again… and again… and again…
He’d reached the corridor he generally met Lily in, practically spitting from his rage. Lily, who was always as quick to rise as Severus himself, stood in the center of the corridor purposefully looking everywhere but the enlarged poster. Severus snarled yet again at the sight he was greeted with.
Severus Snape will do favours for YOUR knuts.
…followed by the moving image of himself throwing both hands over his bits, red faced, and yelling silent obscenities to the figures beside the boy with the camera.
Both Severus and Lily remained silent for a moment as the Slytherin quietly pinched the bridge of his nose. “It’s… really not what it looks like.” He said rather lamely.
“…I figured as much.” Lily said a bit uncomfortably, though not without the grace to look sympathetic and understanding. Merlin, there was posters of him all over Hogwarts. Of him naked. And wanting other students’ nuts. Or knuts, as the poster so tactfully put it. But he knew what the Marauders humor really aimed at.
“I’m going to kill them.” Severus scowled at his feet. “All four of them. I’m going to bloody murder them.”
“Severus Snape?” The Slytherin’s head whipped up to see a frowning Minerva trotting his way. “If you’ll come with me please.”
With an exasperated sigh, Severus gave a short farewell wave to Lily before falling in place behind the much taller and swifter adult, studiously ignoring the snickers of other students as they passed by.
Sirius: It had been a bulletproof plan. Walking down the pathway leading out to the grounds didn’t take a genius to manage.It just took some walking and some listening to hear where the occasional footsteps were heading before more walking, getting into the passageway and then more walking and then getting out to the nice air and possibilities of the night outside.
But then of course Snape was far from being even normally gifted and had managed to screw up even the most simplest of things. It was a wonder that Snivellus even had the wit to be able to follow him - Sirius guessed it was partly his fault, that, not having been careful now. But still. Bloody still.
Sirius had let out a shout of fear when the first thunder of the passageway giving in echoed and drummed in his ears, his already hunched figure crouching even more, arms covering his head should anything dare hit him.
Waited in silence for several heartbeats and the face that peaked out to glare at Severus, Sirius had just spun around to cast a spell to show Snape away, and Sirius wasn’t too sure if he had actually cast it and missed thus made the passageway cave in or if it just happened out of spite, was even paler than usual.
"YOU BLOODY FOOL! LOOK WHAT YOU’VE DONE!" Sirius voiced hitched in angered panic, forgetting that it wasn’t probably the best idea to shout in such a situation.
Severus: He’d known the minute he’d seen him striding about the halls that he was up to no good. And alone, which was quite the bonus, considering. While Severus was by no means ever deterred in his quests to find out what the Marauders were up to and eventually get them expelled, it was generally pretty unfair when it was the four of them all together. But no… this time, it was just one bloody idiot alone.
Severus had sneered at his back while trailing him, miraculously managing to stay out of sight until they’d gone into an underground passageway that Severus hadn’t known of. It hadn’t taken long for Sirius to notice him then, after all, the tunnels weren’t exactly spacious and accommodating.
There’d been no preemptive insults, but rather, an immediate hex from both wands as Sirius had whirled around. There’d been no way of knowing who’s wand had set the tunnel to start giving way and Severus had made to turn back, only to find that his path behind him was quickly caving in whilst he quickly threw up a shielding spell about him.
The dust was thickset and he coughed violently as the idiot roared something he barely caught with his ringing ears. “What I did?! What I did?!" He shot back testily, trying to fight the panic rising in his stomach. He wrought an accusatory finger at the rubble settled behind him, his face terribly pale from the combination of fury and anxiety. “Who shot of their bloody stupid spell and— and—" He trailed off suddenly as he realized, his stomach feeling like it had dropped completely, that the path ahead of him and behind Sirius idiot Black was as much caved in as the bit behind him.
They were trapped. Good and thoroughly trapped. His finger dropped as his mind kicked into high gear, debating how he was going to get himself out of this mess… alive. "You…" He seethed and gave a quick shake of his head. “I do hope you’re satisfied with nearly bloody killing yourself because I’m not. The least you could’ve done was actually succeeded." He again brandished his wand. “Lumos." There. Now the idiot could properly see the glare.
Sirius: Fear itself was an emotion Sirius was well used to though the queasy sensation it gave off he would never get used to; the butterflies in his stomach, the tightening of his throat, a mind that didn’t want to cooperate as well as it should. When Severus trailed off his blame, as if had been Sirius fault that the git had to fight rather than get hexed as he properly should, Sirius spun around to peek over his shoulder. Dead end.
The bloody cave had the nerve to shut down both ways.
Sirius drew a shaky breath while the young mind not really accustomed to the thought of death and foreverness tried to process that he was going to die. With Snape. Something good at least.
"Nearly!?" Sirius repeated, blinking at the light Severus had the wit to produce while Sirius still just clung helplessly to his own wand and the illumination of the dust seemed to tease his throat further, making him to cough, loud and irritated.
"We’re cut off! We ARE going to die, you sodding fool! You and you’re bloody big nose, Snape! I’ll MURDER you!" Sirius spat. Well, he had half-succeeded with that already. At the cost of his own life.
"Stop breathing and wasting the damn air and come up with an idea! You who pride yourself of being so awfully sodding smart. Be quick! C’mon! Think!!" And Sirius tried to do so himself, glaring at the fall down rocks and rubble nearest Snape - it was probably better to head back into the castle, closer and all. But they were too many, to big, would they be able to remove the hindrances before the air was used up? Had the cave protested against the magic itself or had they really been so rubbish at aiming?
Severus: The Slytherin, who’s mind, while grasped the concept that they were well and truly stuck, hadn’t quite recognized it’s meaning until Sirius (as blunt as ever) had plainly laid it on the table for him. At the threat of murder, Severus visibly took a step back, his wand raised as precautionary as if Sirius well and truly meant good on his threat. Severus wouldn’t have put it past him at the moment… he looked well and truly mad. Crazed.
Again, he reacted immediately to Sirius’s words, throwing an arm up over his nose and mouth as he snapped over the air. Right. They were in a small confined space that would provide them less and less air until they eventually…
…they were going to die. He was going to die. In here. With Black.
His eyes narrowed slightly and he lowered his arm and hissed, "You stop freaking out and using all of our air. I’m not the idiot shouting about everything, am I?" He said lowly, as if talking quieter would keep the air about them longer. “Don’t breathe so quickly.” He added as an afterthought, trying to even his own breathing.
He glanced about on both sides, panic just barely below the surface, though Severus tried his best to quell it. He was not going to die in here. Not like this, he just couldn’t. Not with the company given, nor in the way he’d found it. He thought. He wracked his brain and he thought.
“We could just blast our way through.” He said dumbly, for once in his fifteen years of life saying the absolute first thing that came to mind. “We’re Wizards, we can do something!” He exclaimed with frustration, turning around to face the way that would’ve taken them back to Hogwarts and raising his wand slightly.
Sirius: In any other circumstance where Severus dared to order him around, Sirius would just spit and sneer even worse. But in this instance Sirius was glad for the directions his own mind never would have given him. He tried to stabilise his quick breathing, grey eyes larger than usual focusing on Snape as to see how he managed his breathing. He even opted not tell Severus that the wasn’t the idiot but understood the preciousness of the air. He wasn’t going to die just because Severus managed to get on his nerves. No. Nope.
Sirius nodded eagerly at Snape’s idea. “Right, right, right. Right, we’re WIZARDS! We’re sodding wizards! I’m a BLACK for Merlin’s sake!" Sirius exclaimed, for once in his life suddenly glad that he was a Black and thus really a wizard, a fact granting him back his life he wasn’t prepared to loose. “We can do anything! I can’t quite understand how the Muggles manage to live their lives, can you? Without magic and all. Must be absolutely unbearable", Sirius mumbled as he scooted himself closer to Severus and the wall of irritating stuff trapping them. “Too think a life without house-elves and that you have to make your bed without magic and all that, yeah, Snape? Blessed magic..! All right then", Sirius cleared his throat, because clearly he was going to be the hero of this tale.
“Anapneo!"
Nothing happened.
Severus: Severus soundly ignored Sirius as best as he could as the other began babbling. Perhaps a way to fill his panic, Severus realized, but it no less ground on his nerves in a most terrible way and he threw a quick glare back at him before turning his attention again to the wall of rocks.
He’d thought of blasting his way through but that would be too risky, he quickly realized and he lowered his wand again, trying not to sigh or do anything out of frustration that would use up the precious air. Suddenly disconcerted as Black found it necessary to scoot up beside him, he glanced sideways at him, casting him a look mixed between being expectant and startled. He was still on about the fact that they were Wizards. And before Severus could open his mouth about his fear of blasting through, Sirius raised his wand…..
…and cleared his throat.
Both eyebrows on Severus’s head shot up disbelievingly before angrily coming back down and together just as quickly. “Being a bloody Wizard doesn’t make you invincible nor able to tweak which way a spell works, you blithering idiot.” He snapped rather harshly, unable to believe his company had just tried a healing spell. He wasn’t even about to explain why that hadn’t worked.
“We can’t blast out of this; we’ll risk it caving in more. Simply moving rocks at all may put us in risk but if we work at it bit by bit…” He trailed off. He had nothing, really. That was his plan then? Work at it bit by bit?
He scowled at Sirius, willing him to come up with something better and actually hoping he would, for once in his miserable life.
Sirius: Being judged by a moron like Snape never felt particularly good, but it felt less good when you were about to die and actually tried to do something about it. He wasn’t stupid, he was aware that the spell he had worded was a healing one. “Shut up! I’m least I’m TRYING TO DO something here! To save your sorry arse! It could’ve worked, you don’t bloody know until you try it. It IS like a choking throat, this is, bloody hell…!" Sirius muttered, angered both of the fact that the path hadn’t been cleared by his unorthodox use of spells as well as Snape’s snappy ways and lack of better ideas.
Sirius turned to glare at Severus, raised eyebrows in a mocking urging for the Slytherin to come up with one of his oh so clever ideas so they could get the heck out of here already. Severus’ logical approach to their situation raised Sirius eyebrows to its normal latitude, and his mouth fell open in the dread that washed in and out from him.
Can’t blast. Can’t move the rocks. bit by bit. They were doomed.
Sirius simply started at Severus for some heartbeats, trying to process the idea that death soon would visit them. And no one would find them.
"I DON’T want to become a school ghost, Snape…!" Sirius whispered and turned to face their mutual nemesis once again. A dark glare of hate and Sirius just wanted to hit it. He wanted to hit it and kill it to death!
"Right", Sirius begun when it was clear that Severus wasn’t going to propose any more ideas. “We can’t bloody move the rocks. We can’t blast them", he repeated. “HOW WILL WE GET OUT - “Sirius shifted where he crouched, scraping short, looked after nails on the ground. “Maybe we could dig us a new tunnel? Under the rocks? Maybe we could try to transform the rocks into… whatever, then we’ll practice for McGonagall’s class as well…! We could try to use telepathy! “Sirius gently touched the nearest rock. How would they be able to move them, they’re sure to be heavy and all. “Maybe we could just blast them and DIE TRYING. I rather die like a hero than just sit here and whither away!"
Severus: “I don’t need you to save my sorry arse, I can save it myself.” Severus hissed back, as irritated with Sirius as he seemed to be with the Slytherin. Sirius had a point though, even if Severus wouldn’t acknowledge it. He was at least trying. The air was thicker than before and the lack of fresh air had panic clawing at his already suffering air passage. He closed his eyes, willing himself to breathe evenly and calm down without having to think about it too much. How long did they have? An hour? Two hours? Panicking as they were, it was possible not even that.
Sirius’s outburst affected Severus more than he wished it had. Mentally, Severus wasn’t fairing so well himself, quickly losing focus and collected train of thought as his mind raced through all sorts of possibilities and scenarios. Theleast Sirius could do was clamp his mouth shut. It wasn’t helping Severus’s feigned confidence, any.
It wasn’t until Sirius shouted that Severus raised his hands, admittedly alarmed. “Calm down.” He urged earnestly. Any other given time it would’ve been brilliant to see Sirius like this. But not with them both in a bind like this. “You’re not doing yourself any favors by shouting.” He took another calming breath, not that it helped any. The breaths hardly felt like breaths now. They felt like the last threads of rope slipping between his fingers before plummeting to a pit of demise. “That’s not a terrible idea… transfiguring the rocks…” Severus trailed off thoughtfully. Actually, it was a brilliant idea. Digging a tunnel was rather creative by its own right too but Severus didn’t know how long that would take them or how much their air would hold up with digging downward. Transfiguring the mess, Severus thought, might likely be their best shot.
It was a shame it was the one subject Severus had trouble in. And if Sirius noticed or made comment of it, Severus would absolutely make sure he regretted it.
Maybe he would exploit Sirius’s panic later. If they successfully got out of here.
Spiteful enemy-esque thoughts aside, he regarded Sirius warningly. “It would be in your best interest not to attempt blasting your way through because I do not intend to die here with you of all people. Let’s just try Transfiguring this bloody mess.”
Sirius: Sirius scoffed and rolled his eyes at Severus offence by the thought that he was saving him and gave the Slytherin a pointed look once his eyes had found their normal position once more - with the meaning that Severus had done a very sucky job thus far saving his arse, as Sirius was the one having DONE the stuff, albeit it not having worked.
Severus’ earnest voice managed to soothe Sirius back into realising that he shouldn’t shout so much, not that he could help it, it was his will to live that seeped through his voice, that freight of death that made him raise the volume of it. That Severus seemed afraid, also, by Sirius distress made him shout his mouth, pressing his jaws together. Not that he cared that Severus might be scared and that his own emotions might aid in it, but still. At least he functioned better when people told him to do something, so he tried to calm down, taking sips of calming breaths. No more shouting, no more shouting.
When Snape admitted to the brilliance of the idea Sirius smirked, the arrogant ‘ha, see, I am smarter than you’ grin reserved for the fools of the world.
"Like I’d want to die with you by my side, either", Sirius huffed, both chasing away the idea of blasting the rocks as the awful idea of having to spend the rest of his live with Severus.
"And we’re not gonna die. I’m brilliant with Transfiguration", Sirius grinned again, re-gripping his wand with new-found energy and opportunity. He wasn’t to sure if they would be able to transfigure the biggest rocks, the biggest hindrance to their freedom. “We start at the top yeah, with the smallest ones, so we make a hole. Then we might be able to crawl out, or at least get some fresh air", which was much needed, “and we can think what to do after that." The new-found hope made Sirius think a bit clearer, his voice more certain, more… order like, as it should, seeing he was one of the top Marauders, after all.
Sirius started to transfigure the smaller rocks and pebbles at the top then, hoping that the lack of support wouldn’t matter when it was just the small rocks that disappeared.
One turned into a quill - you never can have to many - one into a lovely flower. A slug! Gotta have fun in the darkest of times, as well. Sirius started to hum between his spells to prolong the time between his breaths to spare the air, getting into the feeling, the fun of it, trying to suppress the panic, the freight that still possessed him.
"Look! Look! Severus!" Sirius hissed in joy when the rubble started to give way eventually, tortuously slow, and Sirius’ free hand came ou to push Snape, a hand tapping him excitedly on the shoulders several, fast times, like how a dog’s tail would wave around in pure joy.
Severus: It was both surprising and relieving that Sirius actually listened and quit his shouting. Not being one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Severus refrained from sneer or comment as Sirius’s panicked state panned off into that usual arrogance of his for the near compliment Severus had given. It really wasn’t something to get cocky over, but Severus, oddly enough, would rather see Sirius gloat than act in a way that was completely unpredictable. At least in this way, he knew what was coming.
“I wasn’t the one who was worried.” Severus crossed his arms, rolling his own eyes petulantly. He knew Sirius was fair enough with Transfiguration. He wondered how he intended to move the larger boulders however, and Transfigure those. They were only Fourth Years, after all.
Again, Sirius surprised Severus (mildly) by suggesting they start from the top. As if Severus hadn’t already known that, he thought with lingering annoyance. “Right.” Severus agreed, being the one to gladly take direction without much thought or question of authority this time. He was quite eager to get out of there already. He wondered how long they’d been down there already. It had seemed like hours, though it was quite possible it hadn’t even been a half hour yet.
Taking the other idiot’s lead, Severus set to work changing the smaller rocks into disfigured goblets and forks. Though they retained the same color and looked rather unappealing to use at a table, they served their purpose in shrinking enough that the other rocks around it gave way as the fork or goblet clamored to the ground. The Gryffindor, who stood not far from Severus, was going at it with quite a bit more enthusiasm and Severus raised an eyebrow at the slug and other random bits that were beginning to show up. “Show off.” Severus grumbled to himself, haphazardly spelling a larger rock into what should’ve been a pillow… except for the clunk which it omitted upon rolling from the rest of the rubble. No matter, however. They were making progress and thus far hadn’t upset the cave into another landslide, which Severus was ridiculously grateful for.
At the sound of his name combined by the rapid tapping that followed it, Severus turned around to see what Sirius’s deal was. Both eyebrows shot up as he watched the rocks part and give way to a small opening, too high for them to reach and too small to crawl through, but enough that Severus could almost imagine the small draft of air that was drifting in through it. “Finally!” He exclaimed with more relief than he’d meant, though why shouldn’t he be ecstatic about such a thing? He raised his wand, Transfiguring yet another rock into yet another boring goblet… one that looked less rock-like, at the very least. If anything, this was turning out to be great practice. A smile nearly graced his face as a few more of the rocks gave way around it, rolling down and landing not far from their feet. The hole was noticeably larger. Perhaps large enough to stick a hand through.
“It seems we might actually get out of here after all.” Severus mused out loud to himself, as if he’d been concerned before.
Sirius: “Yes, you were!" Sirius insisted, not wanting the memory of the incident remembering only his own display of panic about being caved in. “You were stunned, leaving all the work up to me. Rightly so, I must say, seeing how all my ideas have produced great results!" Sirius said, as much trying to boost his own confidence that this Transifugration-idea would work in their favour as to generally… prove his betterness, supposedly. It was with smugness that Sirius heard Severus agree and do what he had said, without a fight, just as it should be. If Severus only could be like this out in the open as well, everything would’ve been so much easier.
When they begun their work of transforming the smaller rocks Sirius poured his energy into it, being able to just focus on the fun of it, of the competition with Snape, instead of focusing on that their lives hanged on how well they would succeed. He felt awfully better and better with time, seeing how Severus didn’t venture from the basics of forks and goblets. Sirius switched to them also, after the initial display of the slugs and the like. It was easier, more mundane, doing what they learned ages ago than trying new stuff all the time, would make them get away much quicker. But he managed to make his goblets and forks look much more better, didn’t he? Sirius couldn’t help a grin to sprawl over his features, give a sideways glance towards Snape. Snickering at the clonk of the supposed pillow when it rolled down to the ground.
"McGonagall must hate you terribly", Sirius felt the need to comment. “Look at those!" Sirius snickered again. “I bet she will give me lots of praise that taught you to do this stuff better. When you’ll tell her that I was kind enough to teach you in private if she ever asks where your newfound ability comes from. And you’ll pretend that we actually did have a private lesson, of course!" Sirius added with the trace of a haughty threat in the last few notes of his sentence. That they had been stuck down into a tunnel they surely weren’t supposed to be in couldn’t be aired to McGonagall or any of the professors, naturally.
Sirius took a step backwards when the rocks tumbled down towards them, lowering his wand for a moment to gaze up to the hole above them, missing Severus’ rare hint of a grin.
“‘Course!" Sirius agreed with Severus’ musing and he took several steps forwards, smashing his slug with a careless deliberation, grinding his shoe to smear it out -nasty creature- before placing the flat of his hand against the rock-wall. “Perhaps it’ll be easier to just push the rest of the rocks down?" Sirius mused in turn. “Put a Levitation on me", well, his clothes, but Sirius doubted, or hoped, that Severus wouldn’t jump on any occasion to snark, specially about first years knowledge and the weakness of the charm on humans, or their clothing, it would still put him some feet up in the air, being able to work the hole larger, “and I’ll move some off the rocks and then just crawl out." It was said with an air of carefreeness, spontaneous, as if he only talked and thought at the same time. But underneath it was the fact that Sirius wanted to be the one out first, that he didn’t trust Snape enough to help him out if Severus was the one to get access to the freedom first. And basically, Sirius hadn’t the patience to remove anything, make a hole so big that both of them could get through at the same time. “Eh, Snivellus? YOu got enough with your Charms to do that? I mean, I’m the stronger on so it’s just natural that I’ll be the one pushing the bigger rocks away, of course.
Severus: Severus glowered sideways at Sirius for the McGonagall comment. “I daresay I do far better when not under duress and stress of being trapped.” He grumbled. “Will I now? Or you’ll what? What makes you possibly think McGonagall would buy that story for a minute, that I actually sat through a private session with someone as irritating as you, hm? Would you like to tell Slughorn that your Potions improved exponentially because I found the courtesy in me to actually tell you the difference between stirring clockwise as opposed to counterclockwise?” He sneered before shaking his head with heavy exasperation.
A child at best, Severus (who was as much a child himself) thought of Sirius’s actions and demeanor, squashing the slug like a destructive five-year-old. No matter, however. Now the question was raised as to how to proceed with their next step and Sirius’s suggestions once again had Severus raising an eyebrow. “…I think it’s about time you quit while you’re ahead, Black. One decent idea doesn’t give you free reign of being the brains behind our escape here.Levitate you, honestly.” As if Severus was that stupid. He glowered at Sirius, not trusting that the other boy wouldn’t leave him there upon crawling out. After all, hadn’t Sirius blamed this whole thing on him to begin with? How often had Sirius’s pranks left a bad taste in Severus’s mouth, a lack of commonality in humor between the two? Sirius would certainly find it hilarious to leave Severus there to figure out the rest for himself. And Severus would have none of that.
“As it is, one cannot levitate a human body as easily as you’ve suggested, brilliant at Charms or no. It doesn’t quite work that way. Perhaps you might like to have me stand on your shoulders instead and I can move the rocks? Youare stronger, after all.” Severus drawled with as much sarcasm as he could drip into that sentence. “I’m afraid going about this vice-versa would be counterproductive, given how seemingly incapable I appear to be to you.”
Severus didn’t think for a minute that Sirius would go for that idea and it was meant to be a bit of a joke (that only Severus found amusing, most likely) more than anything. Either way, he wasn’t going to risk the chance that he helped Sirius escaped and left himself stranded. He was far too Slytherin to be tricked in that sense.
Sirius: “That’s just another way of saying that you suck", Sirius responded. “Imagine if you’d meet a troll or whatever, you’d die if you can’t function in the moment." An innocent remark at the time, but one hauntingly eerie that Sirius in the future would send Snape off to meet a werewolf. “Oh, you wouldn’t want to know, Snivellus", Sirius responded with airily. But Severus was right, McGonagall wouldn’t believe it at all, giving how many detentions the Professor had given him for being “hard" on Snape. “And I bet McGonagall would think of me a good Samaritan, helping the one in need. Being the sweet boy I am. “But Snape had another point, Sirius wouldn’t give praise and credit to his enemy just to get out of trouble. “Better be quiet than risk my wrath, Snivellus", Sirius rounded up his thoughts. Students sticking together against the Professors, as should be - well, as long as it was beneficial for him, in the case with sticking together with Snape.
When Severus dared to question Sirius idea and leadership, he turned to glare over his shoulder with a scowl, just like Snape glared at him, Sirius’ face a perfect mask of a spoiled heir having been said ‘no’ to. Angry, disbelieving, scared, even, because darned if he’d give Severus the change of escaping without him.
He raised his own eyebrows at Severus know-it-all-ism and proposed idea, irritated at how Snape used his own words against him. “And how are you supposed to move the rocks with those skin and bone arms of yours, eh?" Sirius wondered. Granted, Sirius was thin and gangly himself, far from having muscles like Potter and the rest of the Quidditch players. But still, he was stronger than Snivellus, or so he liked to think. “If I’m the one moving the last of the rocks and crawling through, I can pull you up after." If there was enough mass to rest on on the top, to be able to kneel and reach down after Snape, or levitate him or whatever.
Sirius stepped back to where he had stood before going to squish the slug and feel the rocks, eyeing the hindrance in front of them. Hell would freeze over before he gave Severus the advantage of being the one getting through first.
What then?
“Wingardium Leviosa…!" Sirius whispered in a sudden inspiration, aiming his wand at one of the bigger rocks at the top that they wouldn’t be able to transfigure into something else. Silly first year spells being too easy to even think about!
Severus: “I wouldn’t want to know? That’s just another way of saying you don’t know.” Sirius’s superiority had reached the point of vexation with Severus that he could no longer even engage it properly. Fiddling with his wand thoughtfully, he retorted, “You’re an idiot, Black.” And hoped to leave it at that. He of course had no intention of ever mentioning this instance of being stuck down here with Sirius. Once he was out, what would be the point? Except to maybe point out later how un-Gryffindor Sirius had been when his life had been threatened. He could certainly use that to his advantage later. But at the moment, now, he couldn’t very well think with all of Sirius’s comments and bravado.
As suspected, Sirius wasn’t at all willing to hoist Severus up through the opening… which was all good and well because Severus didn’t wish to be hoisted anyway. He rolled his eyes at his reaction though, ignoring insult after insult with an astounding amount of patience. Sirius ought to know better than to discount Severus’s capabilities anyway. The only reason he ever had a disadvantage to the imbecile was because he was usually faced with four of them.
“Ah yes, Black. I’m sure you’d pull me up just as I’d pull you up.” He finally replied dryly, watching as Sirius removed the boulder from place. Now they could easily climb through if only they could find a way up there that was convenient for both of them. Waving his wand carefully, Severus summoned the plethora of goblets, rocks, and other random bits they’d transfigured into a pile of rubbish against the wall separating them from the other side. It was a rudimentary fix, perhaps, and a rather unstable assortment of things. But there were enough that Severus felt they were solidly set enough to climb atop of. He gingerly set his foot on the handle of stone goblet, feeling it shift slightly under his weight, but not by much.
“We’ll just have to climb out. If you’re so brilliant at Transfiguration, perhaps you ought to transfigure a coil of rope or the like from that rock there,” Severus pointed a few feet above him. The opening really wasn’t that far above them, actually. “…Well?” He snapped, climbing up a bit more, enough that he was able to settle a hand near the edge of the opening.
Sirius: “You’re an idiot", Sirius mimicked in a silly voice Severus’ less than hurtful insult. “So very original. ‘Sides, I don’t have to tell you what exactly what I can do to you - you should’ve have plenty an idea already. If you’re not an idiot, that is." The arrangement of not discussing the whole adventure was perfectly fine with Sirius, and he knew that people would believe him the most should Severus go around and speak about it, anyhow. That it was Severus that had created the whole mess and Sirius had been the perfect Gryffindor saving them both.
And just like that Severus had cheated his way to get out first by summoning the junk together to a pile. Stupid, egotistical Slytherin’s to always cheat and think of themselves first. It was a simple situation, the best at the moment, and it was just… silly that it had been Severus that had gotten to the idea first and now stood almost near enough to the hole to get out.
Unless Sirius helped him. And helping Severus meant helping himself too. Unless Snape would be super quick and do something when he had reached the other side to trap Sirius inside. Sirius looked up at Snape and the exit to the freedom, calculating what his best move would be.
"Well, sodding cheater!" Sirius exclaimed when Severus prompted him for the rope he needed, rushing Sirius thoughts. “Have some sodding patience, it won’t kill you." Ha ha.
With a sigh Sirius had ro give in, though. It was the only way. Once again he took a better grip at his wand, tried to focus his concentration to be able to transform the rock into a bit of a rope strong enough to let them climb it.
When he had successfully managed it, by the looks if it at least, Sirius was quick to throw himself at the end of the rope to cling onto it so Snape couldn’t pull it up with him and leave him stranded. There wasn’t any more really convenient rocks to transform nearby anymore.
"Get moving then!" It was Sirius turn to snap, eager to get the hell out of here. He climbed on top of the pile of rubbish after Snape, quickly shuffling his way after the Slytherin so he wouldn’t have time to trick him into staying behind.
"Woooh! Freedom!" Sirius shouted, as if he just had escaped from Azkaban, feeling overjoyed by being on the other side again. “Nice talking with ya, Snape, see ya ‘round!" Each to their own now. Hell if Sirius would help Snape to get unnoticed from here on. Sirius sped up, running down the passageway back to Hogwarts castle.
Severus: Severus almost wondered if Sirius was really going to refuse helping him out based on some stupid grudge they carried against each other. Surely, he wasn’t so stubborn as to let the two simply glare at each other until they completely withered away, just because he didn’t want to move an inch to help Severus out, which would inevitably help Sirius out.
Not that Severus needed such help, but this way was a tad more efficient than trying to scramble along the wall of rocks on his own. He’d likely figure out another less degrading method, but there was no need with Black’s seemingly ‘superior’ skills.
At the last moment, Sirius seemed to give in, though not without grumbles and quips of his own, and Severus felt relief despite himself at the bit of rope that appeared before them. “I’d have already been through if you hadn’t taken so long.” Severus grumbled back, mentally scoffing as Sirius suddenly grasped the tail end of the rope beneath him. As if he’d actually leave Sirius to rot away in that space. Well, then again… Rolling his eyes, though Sirius couldn’t witness his annoyance as he did so, Severus pulled himself up as quickly as he could manage. He wished nothing more than to get back to the Slytherin Common Room and into bed and forget about this whole mess. He fell with a surprising amount of grace on the other side after he’d hoisted himself through the opening that was just large enough for a slender body and dusted his pants delicately as he watched Sirius climb out himself immediately after.
Annoyingly enthusiastic as ever, Severus thought, not deigning his shouts appropriate of a response. He instead rolled his eyes yet again, a very noncommittal yet effective response and allowed for Sirius to take off ahead of him, mentally grateful that he was apparently too wrapped up in the idea of freedom to try and exact some sort of revenge for having followed him all the way down here to begin with.
He’d catch Black or one of the other Marauders next time and find out what they were always up to. But maybe he’d avoid going through underground passages next time. He assumed he’d be a lot safer in the future that way.
Had a crush on one of his teachers in his First Year at Hogwarts.
Would be a fine contender to Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award and was even nominated and then disqualified upon informing them he wasn't yet of age.
Has his own 'extra special' recipe for Cockroach Clusters.
If you were given the choice between killing Lily or facing death yourself, which would you choose? How many times do you think you could put yourself in between her and the Dark Lord before it gets to be too much? Is it any of your business to protect her at all now that you're no longer friends? Explain.
I suppose if made to choose, I would rather face certain death. I could never be the hand and reason for Lily’s death. I certainly couldn’t live with myself in such a manner and I could never kill her. I would much rather be dead.
How many? It’s already too much.
I suppose it’s not any of my business. However, when one sees something that remains out of her control and the persons surrounding her, one can’t help but react. I am not proud of myself for this, acting so impulsively. I suppose on a deeper level, I feel Potter would be as incompetent as he already is, hence why I was so quick to do something about it myself. I can assure you, however, that my moves in the future will be much more surefooted and thought out.
I suppose a plethora of intricate scents associated with Potion making that an irksome dog or some such animal would likely be unable to tear its snout from.
I believe I've answered this before. The eyes, I suppose. Personality is something I tend to appreciate more than anything else, especially given the fact that it's rare I find one I appreciate. The eyes tend to lay way to one's personality.
You might want to start with a mild cologne and question why you've taken it upon yourself to seek the advice of a bloke who could care less?
Alternatively, I suppose you could take my own approach in honestly stating just how much you don't want to be fussed with irritable women. You just might find McKinnon, at the very least, might want to kiss you.
I wouldn't advise it personally, however. She's a terrible kisser. You're better off as you are now, I can assure you.
No. Not in the least. I think I've made it perfectly clear before that I detest all animals equally, save the usefulness of owls and what insects provide in Potions.
It was amazing in many ways how normalcy prevailed when all Severus had felt was a haze of confusion and sense of being lost. Despite the many ideas flitting through his head and ponderings as to where his path was taking him, both in a physical and metaphorical sense, he observed the Muggle children running and shouting and playing, completely and utterly oblivious to the chaos that surrounded them.
He should be disgusted. He knew he should. These children were no different from Muggles like Petunia who upon learning of what her sister was had rejected her. Not unlike his father had him after he’d learned of both Eileen’s secret and his would-be son’s. The children were naïve and judgmental and anything different from them was something to be scorned.
Severus supposed it wasn’t completely unlike their side. Logic had its way of creeping into his mind at times, forcing him to realize how very similar their ways of thinking were.
Still, reality was something to blur out when one couldn’t change a deep seeded hatred. His decision and for what reason he made it was as rooted in him as the image that marred his forearm. All that remained was a will to survive.
And for all his gloomy thoughts of paths that couldn’t be changed based off of an illusion of power that would always remain just out of his reach, children continued to laugh. They squealed enthusiastically and gave chase to one another, imagining grandiose spectacles shown in films they watched and books they read. They pervaded, they conquered, they loved. And as children, they were completely and utterly oblivious to the beings around them shrouded in secret that dreamed in their own ways of slaughtering their very being and existence.
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