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Confrontation
TITLE: A Tale of Two Men
AUTHOR: Lady Sirius
PAIRING: SB/SS, HP/RW
RATING: NC17 (for future chapters)
FEEDBACK: darklove_zorg@yahoo.com
DISCLAIMER: Of course all rights to Harry Potter belong to JK Rowling - I would claim Sirius if I could (but alas this is not meant to be!)
OOTP SPOILERS: Yes, there are references, so don\'t read if you don\'t want to know.
DEDICATION: To my glorious, talented, wondrous and everlastingly sexy inspiration - Gary Oldman
Chapter One
Confrontation
The hooded dark eyes peering from beneath the overhanging shock of lank jet hair were watchful
and brooding as they observed the careful movements of their owner’s least favourite pupil at work over his steaming cauldron. He steepled his long pale fingers against his pallid face, tugging thoughtfully at his lower lip with one digit, in a distracted manner.
As the dark man watched, Harry Potter meticulously added the final ingredients from his list in the proper order for the correct chemical reaction to take place, rather than the gaseous mishap which had occurred this afternoon in Potions Class. Unbeknownst to the young boy, the messy mushroom cloud which had sent his classmates gagging and dashing hastily from the dungeon could not have been averted, for the ingredients which were the cause of the disaster were hand picked by none other than the ubiquitous Severus Snape himself. This was Harry’s third detention of the week - all intentional on Snape’s part, all quite deliberate and well-planned - a means to an end. And that end should be reaching fruition before too long, if all went well.
Muttering quietly under his breath (oaths which would no doubt have earned him further detention if Snape had actually been listening), Harry worked hard at his task. He knew that he had done it correctly earlier, a fact which Hermione Granger had verified herself when he had recounted to her the steps he had taken as they sat at dinner this evening. He was completely mystified as to why the great green odorous cloud had arisen, and he was determined not to have a repeat performance. Harry had been so enraged that he had received yet another detention from his long-time enemy, Snape, that he had sent Hedwig with a furiously scathing note denouncing the Professor in no uncertain terms to the one person one earth who cared about anything and everything that happened to Harry - his godfather, Sirius Black. Of course, Professor Snape was well aware of this - and he smiled to himself in his thin-lipped manner as he watched Harry returning empty-handed from the owl’s tower once he had dispatched his missive. Yes, all was going well, wasn’t it?
Harry finished mixing his potion at last, correctly he assumed as there was no sign of the noxious green cloud, and he glanced uncertainly up at Snape, who continued to peruse him with his cobra eyes. “Clean up, Potter!” the potions master snapped. “And don’t dawdle!”
Harry didn’t bother to inform him that there was never any reason to linger in the man’s presence, but decided not to add to his troubles, and wisely held his tongue. But inside he seethed at the injustice of it all. If only Sirius were here, he thought, Sirius would tell this uppity teacher just where to go and what to do once he arrived there...
At that precise moment, the door to the dungeon classroom swung open with a resounding crack which reverberated throughout the chamber, almost causing Harry to upset his cauldron, which he hastily removed from harm’s way, intending to take it up to Snape immediately, lest any other calamity befall it. It was a moment, therefore, before he was able to pay any attention to the newly-arrived intruder, and when he saw who it was, a great smile lit his entire face.
“Sirius!” he breathed.
It was indeed Sirius Black, Harry’s godfather and best friend to Harry’s late father James Potter. He strode into the room with all the presence of the demi-god that he was - self-possessed and confident in a way that Severus Snape could never hope to be.
Snape wellwell aware of his long-time foe’s entrance, but never allowed his blood pressure to rise even the slightest bit, remaining calm and fully in control of his emotions, as he watched the other man greet his godson with affection before turning his attention on the immediate cause of his quickening temper.
“Severus Snape!” Sirius bellowed, planting his lean muscular legs firmly in a threatening stance, hands clasped into tense fists at each hip.
Snape rose calmly from his desk to meet the challenge before him. “Congratulations!” he snarled, “you get two points for knowing my name. Do you want to try for three by stating your business here, Black?”
Siriusghedghed defiantly, even as he began to stride toward the potions master. His dark eyes flashed as he moved, and Snape noted that since Black had returned so mysteriously from his journey beyond the veil, that he was looking more and more like the handsome youth that had helped his friends James, Peter and Remus to bedevil the young Severus lo those many years ago, losing much of the haunted, famished look which he had acquired in the hellhole that was Azkaban. Snape’s heart skipped a beat as he watched his foe approach, but he maintained control over his cool exterior which hid the seething volcano within.
Harry had just settled back in his seat to enjoy the ensuing encounter, when suddenly Sirius turned about toward him. “Harry, go back to the Gryffindor common room,” he ordered, “I’ll catch up with you there.”
Harry started to protest, but left off at the sight of his godfather’s firmly set jaw and no-nonsense attitude. He spluttered perfunctorily a few times, then sighed, heading towards the door. Maybe Ron was somewhere around, he thought, and the two of them could hang about outside, listening in. With a last reluctant look, he closed the door behind him, softly murmuring, “I hope he gives you what you’ve got coming, Mr. Snivelling Snape!”
Once alone, Sirius turned his attention back to Snape. “Well, Professor, and what might your particular malfunction be, might I inquire?”
“I’m too sure I don’t know what you are referring to,” Snape replied coolly, although inwardly he seethed and boiled.
“Yes, you do,” returned Sirius. “I am referring to the fact that you have given Harry three detentions this week alone, for things that were not his fault.”
“If this were any of your concern,” Snape sneered, “and I don’t see that it is, I would remind you that those detentions were given by me, in my classroom, where what I say is the law. Perhaps you should talk to your godson concerning his behaviour, not me. But then, of course, that would entail your having a knowledge of proper behaviour yourself, now wouldn’t it?” He enjoyed baiting the other man, watching the play of emotions upon the darkly handsome face as he got excited. Snape had to work hard to contain his own rising excitement, grateful for the flowing robes which helped to conceal the true state of affairs. “And by the way, Black, just what is it that you do for a living again? Assuming that you have procured gainful employment, of course.”
Sirius stepped closer to the Dark Arts professor, his manner threatening. His dark eyes flashed into Snape’s own onyx orbs, until the two men were almost nose-to-nose, facing one another. “Come, come, Severus.” Black’s voice was deceptively quiet, suddenly calm, as the lull before the storm - as smooth and thickly sweet as a caramel-laden cup of hot chocolate on a winter’s eve. “Surely you’re still not going on about all that rot we gave you when we were all lads - me, and James, and Peter, and Remus. Surely that is not what this is all about, eh?”
Snape’s breathing grew heavier, more intense, as blood surged intensely throughout his lean body, quickening his anger, his resentment, and his desire. “You and your ragtag lot of miscreants, you misguided mavises who go about, I mean who went about, under the guise of playful marauders - you have no power over me any more. Your number have dwindled - how the high and mighty have now fallen so low, eh? An unemployable werewolf, and a lumbering lummox of a canine who serves no useful purpose except as everyone’s favourite ex-convict! You think that you have the power to hurt me by bringining up memories of our youth - well, you are sadly mistaken, Sirius Black, for it is I who hold the power now. I am the professor here at Hogwarts while you are nothing. Nothing, do you hear me, nothing!” Snape’s voice had begun to drop as he spoke, until the final words were fairly hissed in a venomous menacing tone.
Undaunted, Sirius leaned even closer. “No, Severus, I didn’t think this was about those childish pranks we used to pull on you, you great blithering git - you greasy haired, hangdog poor excuse of a man. No, I think you are still disturbed by what else passed between us - between you and me, Severus - oh so many years ago. Did you think I had forgotten? Or perhaps you had hoped that I had. But no, my dear professor, I will never forget, and I think that it is safe to say that neither will you.”
Snape’s lower lip began to tremble as he fought to contain the wild emotions that were coursing through his body, the heat that was torturing his veins, as he fought to control the impulse to reach out for the man standing before him - and not to fight him, either. But just as he was about to give in, Sirius turned abruptly and strode away across the chamber, toward the door. Just as he was about to twist the handle, he turned back to Snape.
“This is not the last of it, Snape.” His voice rang ominously throughout the potions classroom. “We will return to where we were before, mark my words. All is not over between us!” And with a seriously Sirius grin, he made Snape a mock bow and departed, leaving the potions master shaking in rage and thwarted passion at his desk.
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Please read and review this! There will be slash in chapters to come! Let me know what you think!
AUTHOR: Lady Sirius
PAIRING: SB/SS, HP/RW
RATING: NC17 (for future chapters)
FEEDBACK: darklove_zorg@yahoo.com
DISCLAIMER: Of course all rights to Harry Potter belong to JK Rowling - I would claim Sirius if I could (but alas this is not meant to be!)
OOTP SPOILERS: Yes, there are references, so don\'t read if you don\'t want to know.
DEDICATION: To my glorious, talented, wondrous and everlastingly sexy inspiration - Gary Oldman
Chapter One
Confrontation
The hooded dark eyes peering from beneath the overhanging shock of lank jet hair were watchful
and brooding as they observed the careful movements of their owner’s least favourite pupil at work over his steaming cauldron. He steepled his long pale fingers against his pallid face, tugging thoughtfully at his lower lip with one digit, in a distracted manner.
As the dark man watched, Harry Potter meticulously added the final ingredients from his list in the proper order for the correct chemical reaction to take place, rather than the gaseous mishap which had occurred this afternoon in Potions Class. Unbeknownst to the young boy, the messy mushroom cloud which had sent his classmates gagging and dashing hastily from the dungeon could not have been averted, for the ingredients which were the cause of the disaster were hand picked by none other than the ubiquitous Severus Snape himself. This was Harry’s third detention of the week - all intentional on Snape’s part, all quite deliberate and well-planned - a means to an end. And that end should be reaching fruition before too long, if all went well.
Muttering quietly under his breath (oaths which would no doubt have earned him further detention if Snape had actually been listening), Harry worked hard at his task. He knew that he had done it correctly earlier, a fact which Hermione Granger had verified herself when he had recounted to her the steps he had taken as they sat at dinner this evening. He was completely mystified as to why the great green odorous cloud had arisen, and he was determined not to have a repeat performance. Harry had been so enraged that he had received yet another detention from his long-time enemy, Snape, that he had sent Hedwig with a furiously scathing note denouncing the Professor in no uncertain terms to the one person one earth who cared about anything and everything that happened to Harry - his godfather, Sirius Black. Of course, Professor Snape was well aware of this - and he smiled to himself in his thin-lipped manner as he watched Harry returning empty-handed from the owl’s tower once he had dispatched his missive. Yes, all was going well, wasn’t it?
Harry finished mixing his potion at last, correctly he assumed as there was no sign of the noxious green cloud, and he glanced uncertainly up at Snape, who continued to peruse him with his cobra eyes. “Clean up, Potter!” the potions master snapped. “And don’t dawdle!”
Harry didn’t bother to inform him that there was never any reason to linger in the man’s presence, but decided not to add to his troubles, and wisely held his tongue. But inside he seethed at the injustice of it all. If only Sirius were here, he thought, Sirius would tell this uppity teacher just where to go and what to do once he arrived there...
At that precise moment, the door to the dungeon classroom swung open with a resounding crack which reverberated throughout the chamber, almost causing Harry to upset his cauldron, which he hastily removed from harm’s way, intending to take it up to Snape immediately, lest any other calamity befall it. It was a moment, therefore, before he was able to pay any attention to the newly-arrived intruder, and when he saw who it was, a great smile lit his entire face.
“Sirius!” he breathed.
It was indeed Sirius Black, Harry’s godfather and best friend to Harry’s late father James Potter. He strode into the room with all the presence of the demi-god that he was - self-possessed and confident in a way that Severus Snape could never hope to be.
Snape wellwell aware of his long-time foe’s entrance, but never allowed his blood pressure to rise even the slightest bit, remaining calm and fully in control of his emotions, as he watched the other man greet his godson with affection before turning his attention on the immediate cause of his quickening temper.
“Severus Snape!” Sirius bellowed, planting his lean muscular legs firmly in a threatening stance, hands clasped into tense fists at each hip.
Snape rose calmly from his desk to meet the challenge before him. “Congratulations!” he snarled, “you get two points for knowing my name. Do you want to try for three by stating your business here, Black?”
Siriusghedghed defiantly, even as he began to stride toward the potions master. His dark eyes flashed as he moved, and Snape noted that since Black had returned so mysteriously from his journey beyond the veil, that he was looking more and more like the handsome youth that had helped his friends James, Peter and Remus to bedevil the young Severus lo those many years ago, losing much of the haunted, famished look which he had acquired in the hellhole that was Azkaban. Snape’s heart skipped a beat as he watched his foe approach, but he maintained control over his cool exterior which hid the seething volcano within.
Harry had just settled back in his seat to enjoy the ensuing encounter, when suddenly Sirius turned about toward him. “Harry, go back to the Gryffindor common room,” he ordered, “I’ll catch up with you there.”
Harry started to protest, but left off at the sight of his godfather’s firmly set jaw and no-nonsense attitude. He spluttered perfunctorily a few times, then sighed, heading towards the door. Maybe Ron was somewhere around, he thought, and the two of them could hang about outside, listening in. With a last reluctant look, he closed the door behind him, softly murmuring, “I hope he gives you what you’ve got coming, Mr. Snivelling Snape!”
Once alone, Sirius turned his attention back to Snape. “Well, Professor, and what might your particular malfunction be, might I inquire?”
“I’m too sure I don’t know what you are referring to,” Snape replied coolly, although inwardly he seethed and boiled.
“Yes, you do,” returned Sirius. “I am referring to the fact that you have given Harry three detentions this week alone, for things that were not his fault.”
“If this were any of your concern,” Snape sneered, “and I don’t see that it is, I would remind you that those detentions were given by me, in my classroom, where what I say is the law. Perhaps you should talk to your godson concerning his behaviour, not me. But then, of course, that would entail your having a knowledge of proper behaviour yourself, now wouldn’t it?” He enjoyed baiting the other man, watching the play of emotions upon the darkly handsome face as he got excited. Snape had to work hard to contain his own rising excitement, grateful for the flowing robes which helped to conceal the true state of affairs. “And by the way, Black, just what is it that you do for a living again? Assuming that you have procured gainful employment, of course.”
Sirius stepped closer to the Dark Arts professor, his manner threatening. His dark eyes flashed into Snape’s own onyx orbs, until the two men were almost nose-to-nose, facing one another. “Come, come, Severus.” Black’s voice was deceptively quiet, suddenly calm, as the lull before the storm - as smooth and thickly sweet as a caramel-laden cup of hot chocolate on a winter’s eve. “Surely you’re still not going on about all that rot we gave you when we were all lads - me, and James, and Peter, and Remus. Surely that is not what this is all about, eh?”
Snape’s breathing grew heavier, more intense, as blood surged intensely throughout his lean body, quickening his anger, his resentment, and his desire. “You and your ragtag lot of miscreants, you misguided mavises who go about, I mean who went about, under the guise of playful marauders - you have no power over me any more. Your number have dwindled - how the high and mighty have now fallen so low, eh? An unemployable werewolf, and a lumbering lummox of a canine who serves no useful purpose except as everyone’s favourite ex-convict! You think that you have the power to hurt me by bringining up memories of our youth - well, you are sadly mistaken, Sirius Black, for it is I who hold the power now. I am the professor here at Hogwarts while you are nothing. Nothing, do you hear me, nothing!” Snape’s voice had begun to drop as he spoke, until the final words were fairly hissed in a venomous menacing tone.
Undaunted, Sirius leaned even closer. “No, Severus, I didn’t think this was about those childish pranks we used to pull on you, you great blithering git - you greasy haired, hangdog poor excuse of a man. No, I think you are still disturbed by what else passed between us - between you and me, Severus - oh so many years ago. Did you think I had forgotten? Or perhaps you had hoped that I had. But no, my dear professor, I will never forget, and I think that it is safe to say that neither will you.”
Snape’s lower lip began to tremble as he fought to contain the wild emotions that were coursing through his body, the heat that was torturing his veins, as he fought to control the impulse to reach out for the man standing before him - and not to fight him, either. But just as he was about to give in, Sirius turned abruptly and strode away across the chamber, toward the door. Just as he was about to twist the handle, he turned back to Snape.
“This is not the last of it, Snape.” His voice rang ominously throughout the potions classroom. “We will return to where we were before, mark my words. All is not over between us!” And with a seriously Sirius grin, he made Snape a mock bow and departed, leaving the potions master shaking in rage and thwarted passion at his desk.
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Please read and review this! There will be slash in chapters to come! Let me know what you think!