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14 August 2007 @ 06:21 pm
Fic: Midnight Company  
Title: Midnight Company
Pairing: Snape/Black (Marauder’s Era)
Rating: PG (Overall R)
Warnings: The slightest hint of a Deathly Hallows spoiler.
Disclaimer: Alas, nothing is mine.
Summary: Padfoot makes a mistake and Sirius has to deal with the consequences.
A/N: Edit: This is part one in my WIP Snack series. Art to go with this part: Midnight Company. /edit.

Midnight Company

Padfoot sniffed the cool night air and appreciated the amount of fresh scents that mingled around him. He allowed his tongue to loll out as he began to follow a particularly curious scent. Overhead clusters of stars shone brightly from their deep blue canvas and the moist grass trampled under the soles of his paws as they carried him further away from the castle. Half a moon was casting patches of pale light on the ground, but Padfoot only needed his nose to guide him. He lifted his muzzle from a field of clovers and linnea as a swarm of bats swooped above his head, their high-pitched noises filling his sensitive ears. The black dog let out a series of enthusiastic barks and rose on its hind legs to paw at the air where the bats had been swirling only moments ago.

Already losing interest in the little creatures of the night, Padfoot lowered himself on all fours and allowed his nose to lead him here and there, around insect-filled tree stumps, mossy rocks and thickets. When he realized he had arrived at the edge of the Black Lake, Padfoot stopped and sat his rump on the ground. He closed his eyes and began to scratch behind his ear. The fleas were at it again. He was about to roll in the grass or maybe rub his flanks against the jaggy-looking stones nearby when a pale light in the distance caught his attention. The dog moved its shaggy legs cautiously towards the quite artificial-looking light source.

Padfoot’s paws made no noise in the soft grass as he advanced towards the light. He stopped at the shadow’s edge when he saw that the pale glow was emitting from a wand tip. And the wand belonged to one Severus Snape. As Sirius recognized the Slytherin, a hot flash of detestation filled every nerve in his canine body. Snivellus! Padfoot’s first instinct was to bare his teeth and growl, but somewhere in his head his reduced human senses told him the scene could offer possibilities. For what, Padfoot didn’t know yet, but he swallowed the growls and settled down to observe Snape from the shadows. The loathed Slytherin was sitting under an old tree with thick bark, holding a quill and a bit of parchment, scribbling away with apparent vigor. His illuminated wand was levitating steadily nearby, making the features on the boy’s sallow face appear ghostly.

Padfoot edged closer, careful not to make any sounds. He stopped in front of a thorny bush and attempted to pass it by crawling through the coiled branches. He was halfway through when he realized his plan was quite flawed. A vicious thorn dug itself in his hind leg and the pain made him jump and whine low in his throat. The movement resulted in more thorns digging into his fur and skin. A miserable yelp escaped Padfoot’s mouth and the pain surrounding him made him realize he was utterly stuck.

The black dog forced itself to stay still as it saw Snape get on his feet nearby. The now distracted boy was pointing his illuminated wand at the darkness surrounding him, looking quite alarmed.

“Who is there?” Snape called, a hint of fear in his voice, though carefully hidden. “Show yourself,” he ordered in a commanding and slightly desperate voice. Snape’s sleek, black hair whipped his pale cheeks as he turned his head from side to side, wild eyes scanning the darkness around him.

Sirius, in his animal form, watched as Snape began to sweep the area suspiciously and edged closer. He knew he couldn’t transform back from Padfoot because that, among other things, meant he’d be half naked and on his hands and knees in front of Snivellus, in case the other boy happened to find him. He lay as quiet and still as he could when the bright light from Snape’s wand hit the thorny thicket he had gotten himself stuck in.

Padfoot saw Snape recoil when the wand illuminated his animal eyes and black fur. It only took Snape a few seconds to regain his composure and lean in for a closer look. Padfoot guessed that instead of looking threatening and vicious, he was a rather sorry sight.

“A dog. Out here?” Snape frowned and gave Padfoot a curious look while keeping his distance. The animal let out a hesitant and somewhat reluctant whine to indicate the Slytherin that he needed help. The sallow-faced boy muttered a spell and the wand tip pointing at Padfoot changed colors. The dog felt the thorny trap disappear entirely. Stumbling back to his feet, Padfoot ignored Snape and turned to gnaw at the many thorns still stuck around his body. A hesitant hand reached out for the thorn stuck in his neck, and Padfoot let out a growl. Snape drew back immediately, fear evident in his usually unreadable eyes.

Sirius didn’t want Snivellus’s hands anywhere near him if he could help it. It was quite sufficiently humiliating that he had been stupid enough to get himself stuck in a thicket, from which Snape of all people had helped him out. Snape made another careful attempt to reach out for Padfoot’s prickled neck.

“It’s okay, “ he spoke in a calm and surprisingly soft voice. “I won’t hurt you,” Snape continued and sank one pale hand into Padfoot’s tangled fur.

The human part of his brain realized he couldn’t get rid of the thorns on his own, and instead of bearing his teeth, Padfoot allowed Snape to touch him. The dog watched in a somewhat reserved manner as Snape, one by one, began to remove the numerous prickles. Inwardly Sirius wished Snape would use a simple spell to remove the thorns, because that way he wouldn’t have to suffer the Slytherin’s spidery fingers anywhere near his backside. But he realized that Snape, of course, thought he was a normal dog that would probably have a fit if he flashed his wand repeatedly in front of the animal’s nose. When the last of the offending thorns was cast away, Snape sank his fingers in Padfoot’s fur and to the dog’s pleasure, but Sirius’s utter discomfort, the Slytherin gave him a very nice scratch behind the ear.

“There. All better now,” Snape spoke and the lack of spite or anger in his voice made Sirius feel quite uncomfortable. Snape continued to scratch him, and when the intruding fingers reached a particularly sensitive spot, the human part of him cursed inwardly as Padfoot’s tail began to wag against the soft grass. The dog leaned in to the touch, craving more. “Feels good, huh?” Snape spoke, sounding amused.

Padfoot blinked his moist eyes and forced his tail to stay still. Pulling back from Snape’s touch, Padfoot turned his face up to give Snape the most spiteful glare he could manage in his dog form. When he fixed his eyes on Snape’s face, he saw a small smile on the Slytherin’s pale lips. And it wasn’t the usual sneer. It was something friendly and kind, and it was directed at him, Sirius Black! Sirius realized, even in his animal form, that it was such a rare sight he’d probably never see it again.

As if realizing the dog was staring at him in wonder and fascination, Snape blinked his eyes nervously and the smile vanished. As soon as it was gone, Sirius knew he needed to see it again or he would think his eyes had played tricks on him. He had never imagined the face that was usually sporting a repelling scowl could also feature such a soft and unreserved expression. The human in him was confused but Padfoot was curious. He watched as Snape got up and moved back to where he had been sitting earlier. His quill and parchments were still lying on the grass, near the big tree on the bank of the lake.

Before Snape could seat himself against the trunk and grab his quill, Padfoot followed him. Sirius pushed his shaggy canine body into Snape’s arms, demanding his attention. Padfoot thought Snape looked pleasantly surprised as he plunged into the Slytherin’s arms and nudged his muzzle against his beloved enemy’s robes. He let his tail slice the air as Snape stroked and pulled his left ear with a gentle hand. And who could’ve guessed those spidery fingers, which usually wrapped themselves around a wand and tried to hex Sirius, could feel so good.

Snape continued to scratch the big dog but his hand ceased its movement abruptly. Padfoot looked up from Snape’s robe-clad chest and gave the boy a curious and somewhat annoyed look. Snape was eyeing his tangled fur suspiciously. “You don’t have fleas, do you?” he asked, raising one dark eyebrow.

Sirius knew Padfoot had fleas and he gave Snape an apologetic look. Snape met his not quite canine eyes and stared down into them. Sirius saw something pass on Snape’s face as they watched each other - a recognition. He saw Snape’s eyes narrow in suspicion, and without a warning, the Slytherin had grabbed his wand and pointed it at the dog. Padfoot shrunk back and watched Snape from under his brows.

“There’s something about you, dog,” Snape said, his black eyes fixed intently on Padfoot’s. The dog cowered under Snape’s examining gaze and wanted to squint as the bright light from the wand shone into his eyes. “You almost…” Snape was half lost in his own thoughts. “Remind me of something. Someone.” His features looked stern in the wand light and Sirius thought here was the Snape he was used to dealing with. Suspicious and paranoid like a proper Slytherin.

Snape allowed his expression to soften and leaned back. He settled against the tree trunk and lowered his wand. He stared at Padfoot for another fleeting moment and then shook his head. “Or maybe I’m imagining things.”

Padfoot kept his distance and Sirius inwardly sighed in relief. He watched as Snape grabbed his quill and parchment and began to read what he’d written earlier. Snape gave Padfoot an inviting look - but no smile - from under his brows and the black dog hesitantly made its way toward him and lay down next to Snape. He felt fingers sink themselves into his fur and absently scratch him as Snape read his own scribblings. Padfoot lifted his head and gave the parchment a curious look. This didn’t go unnoticed by Snape and he turned the scroll away from Padfoot’s sight.

“Sorry, dog,” said Snape, giving Padfoot a somewhat distrusting look. “This is private,” he hesitated before adding. “And most definitely dangerous, should it fall into wrong hands.” He gave Padfoot a wicked look, his dark eyes twinkling with maliciousness Sirius was used to seeing in them. “Not that you know what I’m talking about, but it’s meant for my enemies.” Snape glanced down at the parchment, unable to hide his excitement, apparently quite satisfied with his own work. “Enemies like that Potter and his cronies. I‘ll never know what Lily sees in that witless-”

Padfoot raised his head and let out an angry bark which startled Snape. Before the Slytherin could react to his movement, Padfoot was up and had snatched the parchment from Snape’s grip. He held it tightly between his jaws and disappeared into the shadows, leaving Snape behind to yell curses at him from the bank.


Severus was trying to make a perfect job of slicing the ingredients needed for the potion Slughorn had them working on. But he was constantly distracted by a maddening itch all over his body. He lowered the knife on the table and reached up to brush his lanky hair aside and scratched behind his neck. His brows drew together in anger. Not only had the stupid mongrel stolen his notes for the spell he’d been working on for weeks, but it had also given him fleas! Severus reached down with his other hand and scratched his ankle. His fingers stopped their movement when he noticed someone in the table in front of him was having the same problem. Black was scratching himself furiously, his hands clenched in his wavy hair and looking like he wanted to pull it from his scalp.

“Stop it, Pads!” Potter groaned. “You’re getting them in the potion.”

“Shut it and cut the damn nettles,” was Black’s simple retort as he continued to scratch himself.

“Honestly, Padfoot, you need to get rid of those damned fleas before the next full moon. Do you know how hard it is to use hooves to scratch my arse if you get those on Prongs?”

Potter spoke in a low voice but his words reached the Slytherin’s keen ears. Severus turned rigid as white, hot fury boiled in the pit of his stomach, along with ice cold realization.

Black glanced at him over his shoulder and lowered his hand from his hair when he saw the look on Severus’s face. His grey eyes were suddenly swimming with panic. The look on Black’s face confirmed it. Severus stood up so quickly that he knocked down his chair and startled the poor Slytherin, who was sharing a table with him. Black turned around in his chair to face him and looked like he, too, was going to spring out of his seat. They glared at each other, though on Sirius’s part the look was diminished by fear, which was apparent all over his features. The sound of the falling chair had caused people to turn around and stare at them. Slughorn was speaking from the front of the classroom but neither Black nor Severus registered his words. The air was suddenly thick with tension.

“What’s with Snivvy, then?” Potter asked, amused.

Severus ignored Potter and kept his eyes fixed on Black. The black dog. He should have known. Severus could feel his face flare up and burn with shame as he thought about how he had scratched the dog’s ears, removed thorns from its damned rear, smiled at it. Smiled at Sirius Black. Touched Sirius Black. Allowed Black to lie next to him and stick his snout into his, Slytherin robes!

“You!” Severus hissed, the gleam in his narrowed eyes full of anger and such hatred that it made Sirius recoil.

“Snape,” Black spoke hesitantly and got on his feet.

But Severus didn’t answer. Not bothering to collect his books or other belongings, he stormed out of the class room in a blur of flying robes. Sirius was about to run after him but felt a hand grab him by his wrist and hold him back.

“Let go, James,” he groaned and made another attempt to go after Snape. His friend held him in a firm grip and gave him an annoyed look, mingled with confusion.

“What in the nine circles of hell was that?” James asked, still holding his friends arm.

Sirius didn’t answer and sat down in his seat. He sank on the table and buried his face in his arms, pressing his forehead against the wooden surface of the desk. Most of the students, along with Slughorn, were still staring at the doorway Snape had disappeared through. Sirius let out a long, miserable howl, muffled by his robes and mop of thick hair. He received a horrified look from James and the rest of the classroom. He brought one hand up to scratch at his head but kept his face hidden, uttering quiet curses. Remus had gotten up from his seat across the classroom and made his way to Sirius, his worry-worn face looking concerned. Sirius felt a hand on his shoulder and knew it was Remus without lifting his head. He could picture the look on his friend’s face and hated himself for being the cause for a set of new worry lines.

“I messed up, Moony,” Sirius wailed into the sleeves of his robes. “I went out last night, as Padfoot, and… I messed up,” he repeated, unable to mention Snape. The guilt was twining around his neck like a cold hand. Sirius knew Snape would find out about the Shrieking Shack and Moony now. It was only a matter of time. Slughorn was ordering Remus to get back to his seat and demanded an explanation from Sirius. The plump man seemed to think Sirius was the cause for Snape’s abrupt exit. And he was, wasn’t he?

Sirius lifted his head and stared at the doorway, ignoring Slughorn’s questions. He glanced at his three friends and had a burning urge to settle the sorry mess. He thought of silencing Snape by beating him to a pulp, of obliviating his mind, of hexing his mouth shut for good. Sirius recoiled in his seat as he realized Snape was sure to seek out revenge. And judging by the stuff he’d read in the parchment he had stolen from the boy, it could be painful. Sirius prayed Snape would take his fury out on him and him alone, and would leave James, Remus and Peter alone.

After finally giving Slughorn some answers, or rather denying that he knew anything about Snape’s sudden exit, Sirius was making plans to seek the Slytherin out as soon as the bell rang. His mind was coming up with different plans for dealing with Snape but each felt more ridiculous than the previous. And the constant itching in his hair made it hard for him to concentrate.

Scratching absently, Sirius remembered the smile he had received from Snape as Padfoot. Unlike last night, it now made him feel uncomfortable and had him questioning his own eyesight. If someone had told him there was another side to the sullen boy, and that the hex-happy mouth was capable of curving upwards in anything but a sneer, Sirius would have laughed. But he had seen it with his own eyes so he had to believe it. And as he allowed his canine memories of the previous night to return to him, his brain slowly formed a plan.

Sirius wasn’t quite following his train of thought because his long-lasting hatred towards the Slytherin was affecting his reasoning. But a voice in the back of his mind seemed to tell him that violence or threats weren’t the answer. Not this time. Against all reason the voice in his head told him to use the knowledge he had of Snape’s well-hidden scowl-free side.

His brain was still working on the plan when another voice inside him insisted that it would never work because Severus Snape hated his guts. But a third, a rather self-confident voice, joined the second one, reminding Sirius of his natural charm. There had to be a reason why half of the school’s population found him irresistible. It wouldn’t be easy because of their mutual, deep hatred, but Sirius allowed his eyes to sweep across the classroom to where Moony was sitting. And he promised himself he’d get Severus Snape to lower his defenses. He would appeal to that hidden side the Slytherin was guarding so carefully. And he’d get Snape to keep their secret without using physical violence, or malicious words, which, a part of his brain still insisted, were the logical answer when dealing with Snape.

~ Bruno  ~: lucy *pout*lordhellebore on August 14th, 2007 06:23 pm (UTC)
End? END? How can you do that? *sighs miserably* This was good, and now I'm so curious...
not telling!: Siriusyorda_ on August 14th, 2007 07:12 pm (UTC)
Heh, I'm pretty evil :) I know it's cruel to end it there, because this does seem like the beginning of something bigger but I'm a little nervous/hesitant to start a story with multiple chapters. I've wanted to write in the Harry Potter fandom for six years but it always seemed hard for me. Well, as you can see I finally got the nerves to write something and actually published it. I'm just happy you liked it :)
~ Bruno  ~: galadriel greenlordhellebore on August 14th, 2007 07:16 pm (UTC)
Well, to me, it doesn't seem like you have to be nervous. Your writing is good - spelling and grammar wonderful, characterisation good, and the plot flows nicely :)

I particularly liked the way you described Severus smiling and Sirius thinking about that, realising he most certainly doesn't know everything there is about "Snivellus".
not telling!: Siriusyorda_ on August 14th, 2007 10:13 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much. English isn't my mother's tongue so I'm always a bit worried about the grammar. And since this was my first time writing Sirius and Severus, the characterisation, too, gave me a little worry.
~ Bruno  ~: galadriel greenlordhellebore on August 14th, 2007 10:22 pm (UTC)
I know the feeling; English isn't my native language, either. But I have a wonderful beta who catches all my mistakes, which is quite reassuring.
Arethinn: hp (severus is beautiful)arethinn on August 15th, 2007 12:39 am (UTC)
"English isn't my mother's tongue"

Ah, I'll forgive some slight misuses then. ;)

"Padfoot guessed that instead of impending and vicious, he was a rather sorry sight."

I think maybe you wanted "imposing" instead of "impending" here? "Impending" means "about to happen".

I really like the descriptions of Severus petting Padfoot. Just the sort of soft spot I imagine he would have. :)
not telling!: Snapeyorda_ on August 15th, 2007 09:07 am (UTC)
Ah, I'll forgive some slight misuses then. ;)

I have this dictionary I use but it always gives several translations for one word, but not their exact meanings or when/how you're supposed to use them. So if I'm not that familiar with the word it sometimes leads to my misusing them. But thank you, now I know the proper way to use 'impending' and 'imposing' ;)

Just the sort of soft spot I imagine he would have. :)

Yeah, me too :) When I was planning the drawing this was based on, I thought about the best way to introduce Sirius to Snape's "softer side" without making it feel utterly ridiculous and decided to have Sirius in his animal form.
ednama on August 14th, 2007 09:44 pm (UTC)
I second lordhellebore: End? END? how can you do that?

seriously it was a good reading, and I'm totally jealous of you who can both write and draw well. :P
not telling!: Siriusyorda_ on August 14th, 2007 10:15 pm (UTC)
Well, this was supposed to be it but maybe I'll write more after all. Anyway, thank you so much. And I guess I've had a little practise on writing while working as a reporter in a local newspaper and doing movie reviews for almost three years. :)
Amy: Davenportamygirl on August 15th, 2007 01:52 am (UTC)
This is lovely...and yes there should be more to this. Most definitly.... *nods*
not telling!: Siriusyorda_ on August 15th, 2007 08:56 am (UTC)
Thank you :) And I think my head just filled with new ideas so I kind of feel like continuing this after all.
itylienitylien on August 15th, 2007 02:37 pm (UTC)
I liked it. Maybe Sirius characterization was a bit off but Hey! this whole pairing is a bit off so who cares? Anyway: Is it possible for you to write fics on Cornered and Sectumsempra? I really would love to read them.
not telling!yorda_ on August 15th, 2007 02:49 pm (UTC)
Thank you :) Heh, this was my first try at this particular pairing so I guess I'm still trying to figure out the characters and how I personally view them and like to write them.

And I don't know if I myself will write something based on those two drawings. But anyone is free to use my art as inspiration/source for their own fics :)
Truthful Plum Logical Horse: my bitchesmegyal on August 19th, 2007 03:27 pm (UTC)
I came here from your deviantArt...which had been linked to from an LJ entry art of yours...ANYWAY, this was awesome and I'm mem'ing it. Great job of presenting the enmity and Sitius' impression of himself.
not telling!: Siriusyorda_ on August 19th, 2007 03:32 pm (UTC)
Oh thank you :) If you're interested, there's a second part as well: over here
Truthful Plum Logical Horsemegyal on August 19th, 2007 03:35 pm (UTC)
I know, I just saw it when I went to the front page of this comm. I have it open to read now. =]
Air Unzbuzzlerherbailiwick on September 8th, 2007 02:27 am (UTC)
What a fabulous start! Love the image of Snape helping the dog with the thorns. *squee*
not telling!: Snape OotPyorda_ on September 8th, 2007 10:06 am (UTC)
Thank you :) I'm also happy to hear you enjoyed the rest of the story so much.
Air Unzbuzzlerherbailiwick on September 8th, 2007 06:35 pm (UTC)
How could I not? *gushes* ^__^

I wish I was better at reviewing. Let's see if I can put my thoughts into words.

I really like this, especially because it's sex!-oh wait he hates me still ahhhh!, you know?

*snorts* I'm so eloquent.

The scene in the library is totally priceless. Actually all of this is. I still like the picture of Sev in his Gryffindor's arms, watching the snow. And I love when people make Snape fly and he sputters indignantly. My Snape has always enjoyed flying, though not extremely fast of course, but just to relax. I like it when others do the Snape that hates flying, though. *squee*
not telling!: Snape OotPyorda_ on September 8th, 2007 07:24 pm (UTC)
I'm bad at leaving comments and reviewing stuff, too. I never know what to say, even if I adore someone's writing. Anyway, I'm fairly new to this pairing, so I can't say I know how people tend to write these characters, or what the plot cliches are etc. This is my first time writing Snape, and I felt that my version of the young Snape wouldn't be a big fan of flying :)
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Air Unzbuzzlerherbailiwick on September 8th, 2007 08:37 pm (UTC)
You've been on Thin Line, though, right? A couple I consider classics are Repechange (adult Snape/Sirius), Die a Little (same), and The Miseducation of Severus Snape (teens). An amazing, amazing Snack was just finished a little while ago and is here if you haven't read it (I bet you have), Complience by nwhiker.
not telling!: Snape OotPyorda_ on September 9th, 2007 10:47 am (UTC)
Yes, I have. But I've only had time to read a few of the many wonderful fics there. I think I've definitely read some of the fics you mentioned. I began to read nwhiker's fic a few days ago, but I haven't had time to finish it yet.
Air Unzbuzzlerherbailiwick on September 10th, 2007 05:15 am (UTC)
Zoooooooomg, love, you have to finish hers or you will fall into a coma and die. Ah it's so great. I am a SERIOUS SUCKER FOR H/C sex.