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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
100
Views:
10,603
Reviews:
52
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Faith
Title: Faith
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: T
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: HBP spoilers
Summary: #11 – Faith. Remus had faith, while Severus did not.
Word Count: 818 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words.
Prompt 11 – Faith
He could not understand how Severus could always manage to remember to appear just on time. He knew that there plans in place, he knew that Severus was strained with all the things he had to do…but always, just before sunset on the night of the full moon, Severus would appear with the last monthly, freshly brewed dose of Wolfsbane. He always appeared for the last monthly dose in person…
“Severus,” Remus Lupin said in a type of greeting as the black clad gentleman sat down across from Remus in the scullery of Grimmauld Place, sliding a warm phial of potion across the rough wood plank of the table.
“Remus,” Severus hissed, his black eyes catching the lamplight and glimmering darkly.
Remus took the phial, and uncorking it, downed the foul concoction, barely making a face as he swallowed.
Usually, Severus only stayed long enough to see that Remus drank his potions, however, as the werewolf placed the empty phial on the table, meeting his old schoolmate’s eyes, Remus frowned.
“What is it?” Remus asked quietly.
Severus only stared, his pallid face impassive, his thin lips pressed tight. Remus rested his elbows on the plank table and leaned forward slightly.
As if cued, Severus spoke, his deep voice a mere whisper.
“I’ve been charged to do something, Remus…something I cannot speak of, but something that will make it impossible to continue brewing Wolfsbane for you.”
There was a trace of anxiety in Severus’ voice, as well as regret. It puzzled Remus.
Remus had been journeying all over Britain and the continent to rally support from his own, with little luck. Even with his own kind, he was still an outsider. However, the perils and disappointments Remus faced was nothing compared to those the man sitting across the table endured at that moment.
Remus was not particularly fond of Severus Snape, but he respected the man…no matter what was said or done during their schooldays, Severus Snape was a far stronger, far more powerful than any of the Marauders.
“I can ask Miss Granger, perhaps.”
Severus frowned. “She is proficient, but…” he trailed.
Remus sighed, beginning to feel the slight change in his blood already, despite being indoors. He would slip down into the cellar in over an hour…
“You will be leaving us…the Order?”
Severus’ eyes flashed.
Remus rubbed a hand over his face. Remus had sensed a change was upon the Order for some time…secret plans, Dumbledore’s lack of guidance for the Order for the past year, and Harry’s behaviour when asked about Dumbledore’s blackened hand…a change was upon the wind.
“You would be the only one to miss me, Remus, and that is only because of the Wolfsbane,” Severus snarled.
Remus sighed. He was not fond of Severus, but respected him…but also wished Severus was not so acerbic…and morbid. Of course, a nice, pleasant Severus Snape would most likely be some terrible thing to behold, in Remus’ mind.
“That aside, Severus…I have faith in you,” Remus said softly, already feeling his bones ache in anticipation of transformation. “Whatever you have been charged to do…it must be important. I do not wish you harm.”
“Faith?” Severus spat, and then averted his eyes, his jaw clenching. “You wait, Remus, you just wait and see how strong your faith is,” Severus muttered through clenched, crooked teeth.
“The fact that you have mentioned whatever it is you must do to me, leads me to have faith, Severus. If I do not have faith…I don’t think I would be able to do what I have been charged to do.”
Severus relaxed…slumping his shoulders in what almost appeared to be defeat in Remus’ eyes.
“Faith is for the weak, and weak-minded.”
Remus frowned. “And those who have no faith are arrogant and will ultimately fall due to their hubris.”
Severus smirked. “It really depends on one’s point of view doesn’t it?”
Remus said nothing.
“Of your friends, you were the most intelligent…and from my point of view, that is the only reason why you are still alive. The beast in you represents the irrational passion in you, the man before me now is made of logic…I only hope that your faith is not a blind faith, Remus…”
Remus stiffened. He knew what Severus was implying…faith in Dumbledore…it was a blind faith for so many in the Order. But not for Remus.
With his eyes, which were beginning to turn with the late hour, he could see deep into Severus Snape. Inside the dark man were dark plans, and darker deeds yet to be done.
“I will still hold my faith in you Severus. Though you have none, no faith…whatever it is that you have been charged to do…I will have faith enough for both of us that this war will come to an end.”
Severus breathed a laugh.
“And I have faith that neither of us will live to see the end.”
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: T
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: HBP spoilers
Summary: #11 – Faith. Remus had faith, while Severus did not.
Word Count: 818 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words.
Prompt 11 – Faith
He could not understand how Severus could always manage to remember to appear just on time. He knew that there plans in place, he knew that Severus was strained with all the things he had to do…but always, just before sunset on the night of the full moon, Severus would appear with the last monthly, freshly brewed dose of Wolfsbane. He always appeared for the last monthly dose in person…
“Severus,” Remus Lupin said in a type of greeting as the black clad gentleman sat down across from Remus in the scullery of Grimmauld Place, sliding a warm phial of potion across the rough wood plank of the table.
“Remus,” Severus hissed, his black eyes catching the lamplight and glimmering darkly.
Remus took the phial, and uncorking it, downed the foul concoction, barely making a face as he swallowed.
Usually, Severus only stayed long enough to see that Remus drank his potions, however, as the werewolf placed the empty phial on the table, meeting his old schoolmate’s eyes, Remus frowned.
“What is it?” Remus asked quietly.
Severus only stared, his pallid face impassive, his thin lips pressed tight. Remus rested his elbows on the plank table and leaned forward slightly.
As if cued, Severus spoke, his deep voice a mere whisper.
“I’ve been charged to do something, Remus…something I cannot speak of, but something that will make it impossible to continue brewing Wolfsbane for you.”
There was a trace of anxiety in Severus’ voice, as well as regret. It puzzled Remus.
Remus had been journeying all over Britain and the continent to rally support from his own, with little luck. Even with his own kind, he was still an outsider. However, the perils and disappointments Remus faced was nothing compared to those the man sitting across the table endured at that moment.
Remus was not particularly fond of Severus Snape, but he respected the man…no matter what was said or done during their schooldays, Severus Snape was a far stronger, far more powerful than any of the Marauders.
“I can ask Miss Granger, perhaps.”
Severus frowned. “She is proficient, but…” he trailed.
Remus sighed, beginning to feel the slight change in his blood already, despite being indoors. He would slip down into the cellar in over an hour…
“You will be leaving us…the Order?”
Severus’ eyes flashed.
Remus rubbed a hand over his face. Remus had sensed a change was upon the Order for some time…secret plans, Dumbledore’s lack of guidance for the Order for the past year, and Harry’s behaviour when asked about Dumbledore’s blackened hand…a change was upon the wind.
“You would be the only one to miss me, Remus, and that is only because of the Wolfsbane,” Severus snarled.
Remus sighed. He was not fond of Severus, but respected him…but also wished Severus was not so acerbic…and morbid. Of course, a nice, pleasant Severus Snape would most likely be some terrible thing to behold, in Remus’ mind.
“That aside, Severus…I have faith in you,” Remus said softly, already feeling his bones ache in anticipation of transformation. “Whatever you have been charged to do…it must be important. I do not wish you harm.”
“Faith?” Severus spat, and then averted his eyes, his jaw clenching. “You wait, Remus, you just wait and see how strong your faith is,” Severus muttered through clenched, crooked teeth.
“The fact that you have mentioned whatever it is you must do to me, leads me to have faith, Severus. If I do not have faith…I don’t think I would be able to do what I have been charged to do.”
Severus relaxed…slumping his shoulders in what almost appeared to be defeat in Remus’ eyes.
“Faith is for the weak, and weak-minded.”
Remus frowned. “And those who have no faith are arrogant and will ultimately fall due to their hubris.”
Severus smirked. “It really depends on one’s point of view doesn’t it?”
Remus said nothing.
“Of your friends, you were the most intelligent…and from my point of view, that is the only reason why you are still alive. The beast in you represents the irrational passion in you, the man before me now is made of logic…I only hope that your faith is not a blind faith, Remus…”
Remus stiffened. He knew what Severus was implying…faith in Dumbledore…it was a blind faith for so many in the Order. But not for Remus.
With his eyes, which were beginning to turn with the late hour, he could see deep into Severus Snape. Inside the dark man were dark plans, and darker deeds yet to be done.
“I will still hold my faith in you Severus. Though you have none, no faith…whatever it is that you have been charged to do…I will have faith enough for both of us that this war will come to an end.”
Severus breathed a laugh.
“And I have faith that neither of us will live to see the end.”