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20 September 2007 @ 02:50 pm
Fic: Sectumsempra  
Title: Sectumsempra
Pairing: Sirius/Snape (Marauder’s Era)
Rating: PG
Warnings: Mild violence, angst
Disclaimer: Alas, nothing is mine.
Word count: Around 6000
Summary: Things come to an abrupt end.
A/N: Eight and final part in the Marauder's Era. Previous parts are Midnight Company, Best Laid Plans, Mischief Managed, Revelations and Realizations, The One That Really Matters, Moste Potente Potions and Happy Holidays.

Art to go with this part: Sectumsempra. I don't claim to be an expert on the various spells in the HP universe, so this is mostly my take on how the Sectumsempra spell might work. This is the final part in the Marauder's Era, but there will be an epilogue. As always, feedback is much loved and appreciated :)




Sectumsempra



Severus remained awake for hours. He was sore and Sirius's arm felt heavy and oppressing on his chest. The Firewhiskey was no longer keeping his nervous anxiety at bay and Severus considered sneaking out, the feeling that he didn't belong here suddenly stronger than ever. But the fear of running into Filch outweighed his distress, and it was enough to keep him in the Gryffindor's bed. When he finally managed to fall asleep, the fire in the heater had gone out and the room had become dark.


Morning dawned sooner than Severus would have liked. There was something dragging him out of his dreams. A persistent, penetrating noise. Something was knocking close by and the sound didn't cease. Severus blinked open one bleary eye and the blinding morning light made his pupil contract into a small dot. His temples gave a throb and he was slowly becoming aware of his surroundings. The room was chilly and all too bright. His mouth felt dry and underneath the warm blankets, there was a clammy body pressed against his right flank.


The knocking hadn't ceased and Severus looked around, his head still buried in the pillow. He laid his eyes on a nearby window and saw a large barn owl perched on the window still, demanding entrance. Severus gave the slack body next to him a shove. “Black,” he whispered, his voice hoarse and somewhat hesitant. “Get up.” The other boy didn't move a muscle. Sirius was breathing in a slow, steady rhythm and his warm breaths fell on Severus's shoulder. “Wake up,” Severus whispered and gave another shove. “There's an owl.” But Sirius didn't move. Severus sat up and the hand that had remained twined around his body all night fell on the mattress.


He grimaced as he realized sitting didn't agree with him. His temples throbbed more violently and there was suddenly a burning ache in his lower region. Severus scrambled up from the bed. He glanced down and frowned at his naked body. His eyes darted to Sirius's slack form, but the other boy was definitely fast asleep. Wasting no time, Severus pulled his trousers on and tiptoed toward the window. The owl ceased its knocking when it noticed someone was finally letting it in.


The freezing air that greeted his naked chest and arms was enough to remove any remnants of sleep from his eyes. The large owl swooped in and Severus saw it was carrying three large presents. The bird lowered them down on the floor next to Sirius's bedside table. It took off immediately and Severus watched it soar through the light blue morning sky.


Moving away from the drafty window, Severus looked around for his jumper and found it lying in a heap on the floor. He pulled it over his head and made his way to the small pile of presents. They were wrapped perfectly in dark blue gift paper. Fastened on the largest parcel was a letter. Severus leaned down to study the Black Family Crest which was printed on the envelope. There was a shield, two greyhounds, a sword and two five-pointed stars. Below read 'Toujours pur'. Severus felt a flicker of envy as he stared at the handsome crest.


He averted his eyes from the envelope when the body in the bed turned around and sat up. Sirius was finally waking up, but he was too busy reaching for the empty enamel pitcher on his bedside table to pay attention to Severus. He brushed his hair aside and buried his face in the pitcher.


Severus wrinkled his nose in disgust as the other boy emptied his stomach into the jug. “Charming,” he commented in a dry voice as Sirius lifted his face and wiped his mouth clean. The Gryffindor blinked against the offending sunlight that shone in through the windows. He seemed to register Severus’s body in front of him and squinted his eyes to get a better view.


“What time is it?” Sirius asked, setting the pitcher aside. He pressed his fingers against his temple. Severus shrugged, unable to answer. Sirius licked his dry lips and let out a low groan. “Bloody hell,” he whispered. “It's like there's a dozen trolls inside my head, all hammering away.”


“You got presents,” Severus informed but Sirius continued to rub his temples. His tangled hair was sticking to different directions, and there were red marks on his pale cheek from the pillows. Seeing that Severus was already fully dressed seemed to make Sirius conscious of his naked body. He blinked his sleepy eyes in a nervous manner and pulled the covers higher. The sight gave Severus a welcomed dose of confidence and the Morning After was suddenly less awkward.


“You got presents,” Severus repeated. “There was an owl but you wouldn't wake up,” he explained. Sirius glanced down at the parcels.


“Mother must have made Kreacher send them here when she got word that I wouldn't be coming home for the holidays.” Sirius turned around in the mahogany bed. His grey eyes searched the floor for his clothes. He twined the blanket around his hips, got up and reached for his pants. Severus turned his eyes away as Sirius began to dress himself. When he finally had his clothes on, the Gyrffindor seemed to get back his usual self-confidence. He used his hands to flatten his wild hair and brushed it away from his face.


Severus glanced at the handsome parcels. “Aren't you going to open them?” he asked as Sirius slumped down on the unmade bed.


“I'll do it later. It's just a new set of robes or something,” he said casually. But Severus could tell Sirius was uncomfortable and reluctant to open them with him around. Severus felt his cheeks grow warm with shame and anger. He wasn't from a wealthy and famous family like Sirius Black, but he certainly didn't need the Gryffindor's pity! Severus turned to face the other direction and hung his head, clenching his fists so tight that his knuckles turned white. The bed creaked and his seething came to an abrupt stop. Severus jumped when a warm hand pressed hesitantly on his shoulder.


“Happy Christmas,” Sirius said in a soft voice, standing behind Severus's back. The hand moved toward his neck and he felt long fingers brush through his hair. Sirius's words had taken Severus by surprise. He turned around slowly and the hand fell away from his hair. Sirius gave him a tired smile.


The shame and anger were suddenly just a memory. Severus felt his lips curve up. “You... You too,” he whispered. Sirius walked around the bed and picked the invisibility cloak up from the floor.


“Come on, let's go down for breakfast. I need to fill my stomach with something after throwing up that Firewhiskey.”


*



Christmas Day went by slowly and the weather was sunny and bright. After the nourishing breakfast, Sirius took some time to visit Hogsmeade under the cover of James' invisibility cloak. The small village was like a scene from a fairytale and Sirius thought it was almost too sugary and sweet to be true. The villagers were stopping at each other's doors, wishing everyone a merry Christmas. After a visit to Honeydukes and Zonko's, Sirius made his way back to the castle.


With Severus gone, he had finally opened the presents his family had sent him. And Sirius had been right about the new cloak. He also received a gilded book on the Black family history and a peacock quill. Sirius had simply thrown them in his trunk and spent his day prowling the castle. He had been to the Owlery very late in the afternoon, and he'd received letters from James and Remus. Both his friends were delighted to hear he had woken up in time to enjoy Christmas. James had included a whole paragraph on the new broom he had received from his parents. He was certain the Gryffindor Quidditch team could not lose a single match while he was flying the new Stratus 700.


Sirius kept the Marauder's Map with him all day. He studied it from time to time, wanting to see what Severus was up to. But the Slytherin wasn't visible on it all afternoon. They had parted in the Entrance Hall before breakfast and neither had said anything about another meeting.


Making his way to Christmas dinner, Sirius descended the moving staircases with his nose on the Marauder's Map. He stopped abruptly when he spotted the name 'Severus Snape' floating in the Entrance Hall. Finally, Sirius thought. Severus was heading toward the staircase that led to the dungeons, surrounded by a handful of other names. Sirius guessed they were the remaining Slytherins from yesterday morning. His brow furrowed in suspicion. Had Severus spent his day with them? What about Christmas Eve? He had been absent for several hours. Sirius began to descend the remaining staircases in a quicker pace, his eyes on the map. The sight of the five Slytherins filled his mind with unpleasant doubt and apprehension.


When he reached the Entrance Hall, he saw that the group was already deep in the dungeons, but they had stopped in front of a suit of armor. Sirius studied the map to make sure the course was clear and descended into the dungeons. He had to run to catch up with his quarry, and when he got close to the suit of armor, Sirius slowed down. He wished he'd taken the invisibility cloak with him. He really didn't feel comfortable prowling the dungeons and eavesdropping on Slytherins without James or Remus by his side. But there was a growing dread, cold in his stomach and Sirius had to know what Severus was up to.


The dungeons were chilly and dark. There was a lone torch on the wall but its flickering flames didn't provide much warmth. Sirius could hear low voices as he sneaked closer. Severus and the Slytherins were around the corner some distance away. Sirius's heart was beating wildly and his veins were pumping with adrenaline. With his chest rising and falling rapidly, he leaned flat against the wall and listened. There were six separate voices. Severus spoke only to answer questions the other Slytherins asked him. Sirius wasn't close enough to hear every word, but it was almost like Severus was being asked to join something. And Sirius could tell from the tone of his voice that Severus was eager about it. The conversation went on for at least ten minutes. Sirius was beginning to lose interest in it, thinking his suspicions had been pointless. And then he heard two words that made the bottom of his stomach drop. Sirius squeezed his hand around the Marauder's Map and blinked his eyes stupidly. Everything that followed was lost to him as his brain got stuck on those two words. Death Eaters. Sirius put two and two together and he felt his heart turn over.


Severus was thinking of joining the Death Eaters. How could he? They were the bad guys and Severus had to know that! Sirius stared at the opposite wall with blank eyes. Never in a million years could he have suspected something like this. There were people among the students who didn't even believe such a group existed. The Ministry did a good job hushing things up. Those who had heard of the name immediately associated it with danger. Being part of the Black family, Sirius knew all about the Death Eaters and their ideology. And most importantly, whose faithful followers they were. His cousin had made sure Sirius knew all about Lord Voldemort and his admirable vision and ideas. But they were still in school and Severus wasn't even sixteen yet. How could he be one of his followers?


Sirius felt a cold chill run down his spine as the shock gave way to anger. The Slytherin had fooled him. He wasn't just curious about the Dark Arts, Severus was embracing them with wide arms! Sirius felt betrayed and hurt and he could taste the bitter disappointment on his tongue. He should have known. His face began to burn with shame and self-loathing. Sirius, in his ridiculous naivety, had allowed his view of the Slytherin to change. Drastically. Severus Snape was still a slippery snake. Sirius had been a fool to think that Snape could suddenly change. He frowned as he realized how selfish that thought was. As if Snape would stop being a Slytherin and a sneaky bastard just because Sirius had managed to get close to him during the past two months. That, too, was a ridiculous thought. He had never gotten close to Snape, not really. The Slytherin had been right. Clearly Sirius didn't know anything about him! Not in the past and not even now.


Sirius blinked as he realized the voices were moving away from him. He rolled open the Marauder's Map to see whether Snape was leaving. The group of Slytherins was heading away, walking up the long corridor, but Snape had stayed behind. Sirius swallowed, trembling with anger as he saw Snape walk his way. He was apparently heading to the Great Hall for Christmas dinner. Sirius stuffed the map into his pocket and grabbed his wand. And when Snape appeared in front of him a few seconds later, the Slytherin froze, his eyes wide with shock. He didn't even have time to open his mouth when Sirius was gripping his robes and pressing him against the wall.
“Are you out of your bloody mind, you stupid git?” Sirius hissed, his eyes flashing with both anger and concern. “Death Eaters!?”


Snape was so taken aback by the sudden attack that he merely stared, his face frozen with fear and confusion. He gasped for air as Sirius used his larger frame to ram him against the wall. The back of his head hit the rough stones and he groaned in pain.


Sirius was too blinded by his anger to notice he had hurt Snape. “Do you actually agree with their twisted ideas?!” Sirius exclaimed, his voice shrill and hoarse. He pressed the Slytherin against the wall even tighter. The flickering flames beside them cast shadows on Snape's pale face. “Destroy everyone who's Muggle born, is that it?” Sirius demanded with a deranged expression on his face. “Don't you know who those guys are loyal to?”


Snape had finally gotten over the initial surprise of Sirius's attack. He brought his hands up and gripped Sirius's arms. Snape gave him a push, attempting to wrench himself free. “Let go,” he hissed. “Let go, Black!” Snape groaned and managed to free himself from Sirius's iron grip. He shoved him away and Sirius stumbled backwards. Snape's eyes were beginning to gleam with anger and he looked rather like a wild animal that had been cornered – just as unpredictable. They glared at each other, both now gripping their wands. And just like that, it was as if the past two months never happened. The old hatred had caught a spark and was spreading between them like wildfire.


To their annoyance, Peeves the poltergeist zoomed down the corridor, apparently able to sense a fight miles away. He was floating above their heads, grabbing his toes and sneering, his mischievous eyes glimmering with anticipation. Both Sirius and Snape ignored the pesky intruder, their eyes fixed on each other.


“This doesn't make any sense,” Sirius said, mostly to himself. “Why the hell do they want you?” he continued. “Aren't only pure-bloods allowed to join?”
“Shut up, Black,” Snape hissed, taking a step forward. “You don't know anything.” There was an offended but furious look on his pale face.


“Oh, are you sure you're not half-Muggle, Snivellus?” Sirius jeered, sensing he had struck a nerve. Sirius wasn't sure but he could guess at least one of Snape's parents was Muggle born. “Going after your own kind. You're despicable.” Sirius shook his head, his voice dripping with condemnation.


“Shut up,” Snape whispered through gritted teeth, a warning clear in his voice. His eyes were alight with rage and the grip on his wand tightened. “You don't know anything,” he repeated, sounding more agitated.


“Then enlighten me!” Sirius replied, equally enraged. They were circling each other, wands raised.


Peeves had finally decided to open his mouth. “Snivellus! Snivellus!” he taunted. “Half-blood! Half-blood!” the poltergeist went on above their head.


“What the hell makes you think I owe you any explanations? This is none of your business, Black. You could never understand.” Snape raised his arm and pointed the narrow tip of his wand at Sirius. It emitted a few sparks.


Sirius lowered his eyes. Snape was right, he didn't owe Sirius any explanations. The realization stung his heart like a knife. He had thought that after last night... Sirius grit his teeth. How naive could he be? The anger was suddenly boiling over in his chest and Sirius decided to get personal. He chose his words carefully, aiming to wound. “You think you'll get away from your miserable life by joining a group of narrow-minded blood supremacists? You think they'll notice you? That they'll respect you? They'll laugh at you! What would they want with a kid like you?” he jeered, a malicious look on his face. “You'll still be from Spinner's End and you'll still be half-Muggle-”


“Shut up!” Snape screamed and Sirius was startled, not used to seeing the Slytherin lose control like that. His chest was rising and falling rapidly and the hand holding the wand was trembling.


“Half-blood!” Peeves cackled above them, doing somersaults in the air. “Half-blood from Spinner's End!”


“Make me,” Sirius replied in a defiant voice. His old anger toward the Slytherin was burning pure and unspoiled in his chest. Sirius could hear Snape cry out something in a wavering voice. He had no time to react. Sirius stumbled back and fell on the floor, his wand rolling away from his grip. There was a blinding, stabbing, burning pain in his right leg. He blinked, staring down with stunned eyes.


There was something dark on the floor. Sirius blinked again as he realized it was flowing from him. He cried out when the pain in his leg magnified. It was as if someone had cut him with a knife. But Snape was several feet away from him and there was nothing sharp in his hands. Sirius blinked and he realized his vision was getting blurry with unshed tears. He let out a jerky breath when the dark pool of blood around his leg kept spreading. He was aware of Peeves yelling something and flying in a circle above his head, clearly agitated. Sirius couldn't tear his eyes away and he stared at his leg, transfixed.


Severus stood frozen on his feet, panting, his wand still pointing at Black. The adrenaline in his veins made him tremble. His eyes were wide and unblinking, and for a fleeting moment there was a smile on his lips. It had worked! The spell actually worked!


“Murder in the dungeons!” Peeves yelled, zooming away in a hurry.


Severus blinked his eyes, realizing what he had done. The excitement was gone in a heartbeat and his face turned ashen. He nearly dropped his wand as his eyes landed on the pool of blood on the floor. It was dark, almost black. The body it was flowing from was trembling and Black was staring at the deepening wounds on his leg with glazed eyes. Severus took a step back. He heard a sharp intake of breath as his spell continued to mangle Black's shin and thigh.


Severus kept backing away, unable to avert his eyes from the wounds. The sight filled every single cell in his body with horror and instant regret. Severus had known what the spell would do, but its violent and gruesome effects took him by surprise. Black continued to stare at his leg, his lips trembling as if he were trying to form words. He cried out as the wounds continued to deepen. The pained voice brought Severus back to his senses. Peeves was gone, no doubt gone to get Filch. A voice began to sound in Severus's head. Expelled, expelled, don't get caught, it told him in a warning tone. Severus turned his back on Black to run away.


There was yet another pained groan behind him and Severus’s feet froze and refused to move. He leaned his hand against the wall and glanced over his shoulder. Black was white and sweating from the pain and loss of blood. And Severus knew he couldn't run away. He couldn't leave Black lying there alone, wounded from his spell. Severus turned around slowly and felt Black's eyes on him. The look he received filled him with guilt and the weight of it was crushing and almost unbearable. Black was staring at him with wet eyes. They were hurt and accusing but at the same time pleading for help. Severus stepped forward and knelt beside the Gryffindor. He fixed his eyes on the leg and saw that the entire hem of Black's trousers had turned red with blood. He rolled it up and got a clear view of the gashes. His eyes widened as he watched his spell cut the leg for a seventh time.


Severus knew he had to act fast. He licked his lips and closed his eyes, willing his hammering heart to slow down. He needed to concentrate. He traced the wounds with his wand and the incantation left his mouth in unsure, wavering words. He repeated it a few times but the blood kept flowing out. It wasn't working properly. He couldn't concentrate with the growing panic in his chest. Severus took a calming breath and tried again. He repeated the spell four more times and the wounds began to seal. Severus frowned when he saw that they didn't close properly and some blood was still seeping out. His eyes darted up when he heard approaching footsteps. Filch was coming!


Severus stumbled up on his feet and met Black's accusing eyes. He had never seen anyone look so hurt, and Severus knew only half of it was from the physical pain. Black was hardly conscious but it was as if the look on his face was saying 'How could you?'. Severus shook his head and backed away. “I... didn't mean... I'm sorry,” he whispered before breaking into a run. He disappeared behind the corner and continued to run until he was sure he was safe from Filch.


After going down several hallways, Severus slowed down, running out of breath. He tried to force his feet to carry him deeper into the dungeons but his sides stung and his body refused to co-operate. Severus leaned against his knees and tried to catch his breath. He took a quick look behind his back and saw that the hallway was empty. Neither Filch or his vicious cat had followed him.


Severus stumbled toward the wall and sank down on the cold floor. He pressed his sweaty forehead against his knees. His heart was beating so fast he thought he would pass out. He sat there for several long minutes until the adrenaline was finally beginning to wear out. Severus felt exhausted – physically and emotionally. He lifted his face and stared at the wand he was still squeezing in his left hand. What the hell had Black been doing in the dungeons? Severus frowned. He'd been eavesdropping, that's what! Severus felt his cheeks flush as anger flared in the pit of his stomach. But it was extinguished by something stronger: guilt and regret. They wrung his throat like a set of icy fingers. Severus closed his eyes. It was over. What ever frail thing they had shared, it was over.


*



The year changed to a new one and the holidays passed. Students returned to the castle and the hallways were once again full of noise and annoying crowds. Severus was standing inside the headmaster's office, lingering at the door, waiting. He watched the portraits on the walls apprehensively. This was the moment he had been dreading for days. He wished Dumbledore would hurry up so they could get this over with. But the old wizard was nowhere to be seen, yet, Severus could sense his presence close by.


He squeezed his sweaty palms together and bit his lower lip. He wondered briefly if Black had been released from the hospital. Would he see Black the next day in their shared double Potions? Severus frowned, reminding himself that there was a good chance he would never sit through another Potions lesson again. When the truth came out, he would be expelled immediately. And when the Ministry found out...


“Ah, good day, Severus,” a voice spoke somewhere above him, interrupting Severus's gloomy thoughts. “Won't you take a seat,” Dumbledore said, descending from a small landing. He walked to his enormous claw-footed desk and took a seat in his high-backed chair. He gave Severus an expectant look, raising one silvery eyebrow. Severus blinked and crossed over to the mahogany chair that stood on the opposite side of the polished desk. He sat down and brought his hands to his lap, curling his nervous fingers into tight fists.


“I invited you here today in hopes of finding some answers,” the headmaster began in a casual voice. “I trust you, along with the rest of the school, have heard about young Sirius Black?”


Dumbledore seemed to go straight to the point and Severus kept his eyes on the shiny surface of the desk. He gave a nod. “Yes, sir.”


“Yes, very unfortunate,” Dumbledore shook his head, a grave expression briefly visible on his wrinkled face. “But I'm sure you are delighted to know that he is recovering fast,” the old man said, surveying Severus through his half-moon spectacles.


Severus gave him a quick glance under his brows and nodded. “Uh, yes... Of course, professor.” The news of Black's recovery really did lift his mood. At least it lessened the heavy guilt he'd been carrying on his shoulders since Christmas Day. He'd tried to convince himself it was all Black's fault. That he didn't owe Black any explanations. That it would have never worked out between them. But the guilt hadn't lessened.


“It was a nasty injury and unfortunately there will be some heavy scarring. Poor lad,” Dumbledore added, still suspiciously casual.


Severus fidgeted in his seat. Why couldn't the old codger just get to the point and tell him he was expelled. “Sir, why are you telling me all this?” Severus asked, sounding a little impatient. Dumbledore gave him a sharp look and watched him for a long time. Severus shrank back in his chair.


“I am afraid Mr Black's injuries were far from ordinary. They were the result of very powerful magic, Severus,” Dumbledore said in a serious voice. “And most definitely dangerous enough to kill someone. Had our school caretaker not found Mr Black in time, he could have died.”


Severus swallowed repeatedly, forcing the muscles in his face to relax. When he was sure his expression was unreadable, he met Dumbledore's stern eyes. “I see.”


“Fortunately that was not the case and he was taken to our healer in time.” Dumbledore leaned forward in his seat and Severus felt his keen blue eyes fixate on his black ones. “Now, I am told that you, Severus, were in fact with Mr Black when he received his injuries.”


There it was. Severus lowered his eyes and felt his heart skip a beat. With great effort, he managed to keep the expression on his face blank. He didn't answer and waited for Dumbledore to continue.


“But since this information is coming from our school poltergeist, Peeves, I'm afraid it's not automatically valid,” the headmaster spoke and Severus glanced up. “And it seems Mr Black is refusing to make any comment at all.”


Severus blinked, taken aback. That wasn't what he had expected to hear, and for a moment, he forgot he was in the headmaster's office. What he did was unforgivable and Black hadn't exposed him. Why? He had every reason in the world to do so. But he hadn't... Severus felt a wave of relief wash over him. He blinked as Dumbledore's voice brought him back from his thoughts.


“So you see, Severus, there is only one person who can tell whether Peeves is lying.” The old wizard fixed Severus with a sharp, penetrating look.


Severus cowered under the intense gaze. The previous headmasters in the portraits were watching as well. Taking a deep breath, he made his best effort to try and close his mind.“I wasn't there, sir,” Severus said in a cool voice. “Peeves is lying. I can't help you, sorry.”


Dumbledore raised one silvery eyebrow, his eyes still fixed on Severus. “Are you quite sure, Severus?”


Severus didn't blink as he gave a nod. “Very well,” Dumbledore said in a somewhat disappointed tone and leaned back in his chair, his eyes finally releasing Severus from their oppressing hold. “I suppose the important thing is that Mr Black is recovering. Whoever it was that gave him the injury was also kind enough to linger and help him. So, I am forced to consider the possibility that it might have been just... an accident,” Dumbledore finished. The professor gave him a pointed look and Severus had no doubt that the old wizard knew the truth.


*



Severus came out from Dumbledore's office. He stared into distance, his body trembling with the remaining adrenaline in his blood. He hadn't been expelled, he wouldn't be sent back home, he would remain at Hogwarts. Severus descended down into the seventh floor corridor. It was quiet as most of the students were still having dinner down in the Great Hall. Severus made his way to the staircases and stopped to watch the portrait of the Fat Lady that was some distance away. The thought that he had been inside the Gryffindor common room felt unbelievable now, like it had happened in distant dream.


Severus turned his eyes away from the portrait and continued to descend the stairs. He came to an abrupt stop somewhere between the fifth and the fourth floor. Severus felt his blood run cold when he laid his eyes on the Marauders, all four of them. They were climbing the stairs in a very slow pace and for once, Pettigrew had the lead. He was several steps ahead of Potter and Lupin who remained behind, waiting for Black who was climbing up on crutches. He had finally been released from the hospital. The Gryffindor was still very pale and his movements were slow and awkward.


Severus stood frozen on his feet. He was about to turn back and disappear when Potter caught sight of him. “Oi, Snivellus,” he called. “What the hell are you sneaking up here for? This isn't the way to the dungeons.” And that was all he said. There were no death threats or promises of sweet vengeance. Severus frowned. Could it be possible that Black hadn't told anyone what happened? He began to walk down with reluctant feet. Potter and Pettigrew gave him suspicious looks but there were no hexes flying around. When Severus was allowed to walk past them without a single scratch, he knew Black hadn't told his friends the real reason for being in the hospital wing.


Black was several steps behind his friends and he refused to look up. His eyes were fixed on the steps he was standing on. Severus hurried past him, his head turned in the other direction. When he had reached the bottom of the stairs, something made him stop. He glanced over his shoulder. Black did the same and their eyes met. The look on the Gryffindor's face wasn't malicious or vengeful. It was hurt and so accusing that Severus had to look away. “Come on, Sirius,” Lupin called from the upper steps and Severus could feel the grey eyes turn away from him. He heard the wooden crutches against the stone steps and knew Black had continued to climb up. Severus began to walk down, and as they went in different directions, he knew that in some ways, they were parting for good.


*
 
 
 
nwhikernwhiker on September 20th, 2007 03:33 pm (UTC)
Oh!

Those poor boys. Poor poor boys.

Still a great story. So sad.
not telling!: Snape OotPyorda_ on September 20th, 2007 07:43 pm (UTC)
Thank you :) Yes, damn that canon for being so cruel to us Snack fans. There's just no way these two can have a happy ending unless we go totally AU...
dramapunk: Rings ondramapunk on September 20th, 2007 07:37 pm (UTC)
Damn.

Nice ending.

I feel bad for those boys, things could have been so different for them if they weren't idiots.
not telling!: Snape OotPyorda_ on September 20th, 2007 07:45 pm (UTC)
I feel bad for those boys, things could have been so different for them if they weren't idiots.

You said it. Now that I'm finished with the story (I'll post the epilogue this weekend), I'm doing more fanart for various parts in my fic :)
dramapunkdramapunk on September 20th, 2007 08:40 pm (UTC)
Awesome, I love the fan art you have done for the story so far. I really do thing there needs to be more snack Marauders era fics. I am just waiting for a plot bunny to bite me in the ass.
not telling!: Snape OotPyorda_ on September 20th, 2007 08:48 pm (UTC)
Thank you :) And I agree with you, there isn't enough fics that take place during the Marauders era. I don't know if MWPP fics are easier or harder to write, but I personally think the younger versions of these characters are quite different from the adult ones. Anyway, I hope you get a visit from a plot bunny soon ;)
macho slut in librarian drag: Sirus Loves Severusnice_girls_play on September 21st, 2007 06:18 am (UTC)
*sigh* There's always 'afterlife fic' too -- for Snack happy endings, I mean.

I've been following this series intently since the first and I love it, love it, *love* it :)

I think this is the first story I've read where the falling out between a romantic Sirius/Severus pairing was so.. mundane in a way. In a great way, because it makes more sense for them -- that they'd have an argument where few harsh words are exchanged at all and the one person reacts so emotionally that it causes an explosion. It's perfect for them and so sad.

Kudos to you for writing it so well and being able to finish chapter after chapter, drawing after drawing so quickly :)
not telling!: Snapeyorda_ on September 21st, 2007 09:46 am (UTC)
I think this is the first story I've read where the falling out between a romantic Sirius/Severus pairing was so.. mundane in a way.

I'm so glad you think so because that's exactly what I was going for. I wanted it to be, well, like you said, mundane. Not overly dramatic and uber angsty, no sad violins playing in the background. And I wanted to show that the relationship really was doomed from the beginning. There was just too much old hatred and doubt and suspicion and different ambitions and goals in life, and all it needed was one spark to catch fire.

I'm very happy you've enjoyed my fics and drawings so much :) I'll post the epilogue for the fic tomorrow and there's also some new fanart to go with one of the early chapters.
cosev on September 22nd, 2007 12:30 pm (UTC)
it's so heart-achingly beautiful!i was totally speechless after knowing the end and in the state of heart breaking as well. i've been following all these days to your fic,and it's such a big pleasure for viewing them,(torturing myself for enjoy this love-hatred story though).sigh~~they just couldn't be together,severus likes everything what sirius despised, even severus himself is more like a black twin or mirror reflection to sirius.whenever they encounter a potential argument, i really have the urge to leashe sirius and tell him to calm severus down with kiss.well,i know it's quite impossible for sirius to do so (>_<~~~)

anyway,thank you very much for the brilliant story and desperate for your epilogue,or sth when they've grown up as muture adults.
not telling!: Snape OotPyorda_ on September 22nd, 2007 02:13 pm (UTC)
Thank you for the lovely comment, I really appreciate it :)

they just couldn't be together,severus likes everything what sirius despised, even severus himself is more like a black twin or mirror reflection to sirius.

Yes, unfortunately. I tried to outline (that the right word?) this fact in the earlier chapters with brief scenes (like the fight in the snow in part five), and show that they're too different for this relationship ever to work, and it was just a matter of time when they would get into the final big fight. I was originally going to end the story here, but I can't live with unhappy endings, hence the neutral epilogue I'll post later tonight. :)
senjism on September 22nd, 2007 06:41 pm (UTC)
*SOBS* wah!

I knew it had to happen, but.. *sobs more*

really well written, even though it was sad it was true to the characters
not telling!: Snapeyorda_ on September 23rd, 2007 12:51 am (UTC)
Thank you! It's a shame these two can't really have a happy ending. Or maybe that's exactly why I like this pairing so much :)
rabid_fangrrlrabid_fangrrl on September 25th, 2007 04:49 pm (UTC)
“Happy Christmas,” Black said in a soft voice, standing behind Snape's back. The hand moved toward his neck and he felt long fingers brush through his hair. Black's words had taken Snape by surprise. He turned around slowly and the hand fell away from his hair. Black gave him a tired smile.
The shame and anger were suddenly just a memory. Snape felt his lips curve up. “You... You too,” he whispered, lowering his eyes. Black walked around the bed and picked the invisibility cloak up from the floor.

I loved this bit. ::wibble::

Sirius kept the Marauder's Map with him all day. He studied it from time to time, wanting to see what Snape was up to. This made me feel all warm and snuggly - Sirius's attempt to keep tabs on his goods. ::grin::


Wow. That whole last chunk was excellent! Like a punch in the gut excellent. You were really able to tug on those heartstrings via the gullet!
I am super dooper impressed! That was really emotionally poignant!
not telling!: Snapeyorda_ on September 26th, 2007 05:42 am (UTC)
Wow. That whole last chunk was excellent! Like a punch in the gut excellent. You were really able to tug on those heartstrings via the gullet!
I am super dooper impressed! That was really emotionally poignant!


Really? Wow, thanksies! :) I think this part was the hardest one to write and I struggled with it for several days. I'm really happy you enjoyed my fic.