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Why Snape Doesn’t Hate Lupin, Black or Tonks … even after the Voldemort Incident
Why Snape Doesn’t Hate Lupin, Black or Tonks … even after the Voldemort Incident
Time in: 2:49 p.m.
Time out: 3:20 p.m.
No beta. All mistakes are mine and mine alone.
Snape pushed himself from the table to stand on shaking legs. He stared down his sizable nose at the purple-haired Auror who had stood with him.
“I will retrieve your phone-contraption at my earliest convenience,” he stated slowly, measuring each word carefully to hide the trembling of his voice that the after-effects from the Cruciatus created.
Tonks’ jaw dropped, her eyes metamorphosed into puppy-dog brown. She didn’t have time to speak before the potions Master spun neatly on his heel and strode out of the kitchen, albeit lacking some of his usual flare and speed.
“Severus …” Dumbledore called softly to the younger man. Snape merely raised a shaky hand, waving off whatever confusion platitude his Headmaster was about to offer. The door swung shut as he disappeared into the darkened hallway of Grimmauld Place.
“You bloody wankers,” Tonks hissed, whacking her cousin in the back of the head.
“We didn’t mean for him to …” Lupin started.
“Alas, the damage is done, Remus.” Dumbledore stared at the closed door sadly.
“Can’t we give him something for the …” Lupin started.
“There is no known counter-curse to alleviate the effects of the Cruciatus,” Albus frowned as he spoke to the three people still sitting in silent remorse.
“I know something that can help, a little,” asserted Sirius as he too pushed himself up from the table. Remus and Tonks shared a confused look across the scarred wooden table top.
Albus smiled sadly as another wizard disappeared through the door. “You know where to find me, Nymphadora.” He nodded gravely in the woman’s direction just before stepping back into the flames of the Floo connection.
“What do you think Sirius is up to?” Tonks queried of the sad looking man across from her.
“I have no idea, but I’d better go check and make sure Snape doesn’t AK him in a snit.” Then, Remus too used his hands to push himself to his feet.
“I’ll have your back, wolf-man,” Tonks bantered, fruitlessly trying to cheer the remorseful man who smiled wanly back at her, holding the door for her to actually lead the way instead.
Quietly, the duo ascended the rickety staircase, pausing on the first landing to listen to the quiet of the kids’ rooms before attacking one more set of stairs. On the second landing, they heard muffled cursing and the sounds of drawers being opened, and rummaging.
“YES!” Sirius exclaimed triumphantly. Tonks and Remus shared a confused glance just as Black barreled through the door to his room, a very dusty old-looking bottle clutched in his fist.
“Whatcha have there, Sirius?” Tonks asked, tugging Remus to follow along with her after her cousin.
“Follow me,” ordered Black. He strode purposefully down the long runner-carpeted hallway to the room at the very end. The other two trailed hesitantly behind him.
Sirius shoved the closed door open and burst into Snape’s room, uninvited, unannounced and from the look on Snape’s face, completely unwelcome.
“Get out, Black,” he snarled.
“Not until you try some of this,” Sirius held the bottle out towards Snape.
“Not on your life,” Snape growled, allowing his wand to slip into his hand.
“Look, it helps a little,” Sirius wheedled, holding the bottle out further.
“Nothing helps.” Snape rolled his eyes, his hands twitching uncontrollably.
“I swear this does,” Sirius countered solemnly. Remus and Tonks stared at Sirius in obvious confusion.
“And your proof?” Snape continued to doubt even as he nearly staggered to the bed and folded inelegantly on the top.
“I’ve tried it,” Black simply stated, moving to sit on the very edge of the bed, close but not too close to the suffering spy. One of Snape’s eyebrows rose archly in question as he hugged his torso tightly with his own arms to quell the spasms. Sirius smiled sadly, uncorking the bottle.
“My father practiced on someone, Snivelly,” he answered the unspoken question softly, then took a drink from the bottle. Wiping the mouth of the bottle with his sleeve and handing it to Snape. “Safe, see?”
The trembling man pried one hand loose to accept the offering. His suspicious eyes never left his school-day nemesis as he sniffed the contents first.
“Absinthe,” he hissed in surprise. Sirius nodded. Tonks and Remus both looked shocked. Snape lifted the bottle with his shaky hand then drank as delicately as possible straight from the bottle. He handed the bottle back to Sirius who set it on the floor. Suddenly, Snape’s body seized as if all of his muscles were contracting at once. Rigid, unable to move, his eyes pleaded for relief which he knew would never come.
“Help me, Remus?” Tonks half-asked, half-ordered as she hurried to the bed to begin massaging Snape’s painfully hunched shoulders. She lifted her skirt to kneel behind him, manually working the taut muscles.
Remus fell to his knees at Snape’s feet, working his boots free from his constricted toes, and settled on the floor, cradling both feet in his lap, fingers coaxing the muscles to relent their painful stricture. The touch of skin to his skin caused Snape’s eyes to roll back in his head. His leg’s spasm nearly knocked Remus over, but, the half-wolf persisted. Sirius looked at the man’s jaw so tightly clamped shut, heard his teeth grinding involuntarily and the bottle on the floor. Carefully, he guided the others until Snape was lying on his stomach with Tonks straddling his back, and Lupin on the floor, tenderly working his feet. Sirius cradled his face, gently easing the contractions of his jaw muscles. Tonks struggled to get enough pressure to ease Snape’s back muscles through his heavy wool coverings. Impetuously, she settled back, hands growing still. Catching her lip between her teeth, a light of inspiration sparked in her violet eyes, “Evanesco!” she whispered triumphantly.
“BLOODY HELL, TONKS!” Sirius sputtered as everyone in the room lost every stitch of their clothing instantly.
“Whoops,” she giggled, blushing bright red and all of her hair turning pink.
~*~
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Time in: 2:49 p.m.
Time out: 3:20 p.m.
No beta. All mistakes are mine and mine alone.
Snape pushed himself from the table to stand on shaking legs. He stared down his sizable nose at the purple-haired Auror who had stood with him.
“I will retrieve your phone-contraption at my earliest convenience,” he stated slowly, measuring each word carefully to hide the trembling of his voice that the after-effects from the Cruciatus created.
Tonks’ jaw dropped, her eyes metamorphosed into puppy-dog brown. She didn’t have time to speak before the potions Master spun neatly on his heel and strode out of the kitchen, albeit lacking some of his usual flare and speed.
“Severus …” Dumbledore called softly to the younger man. Snape merely raised a shaky hand, waving off whatever confusion platitude his Headmaster was about to offer. The door swung shut as he disappeared into the darkened hallway of Grimmauld Place.
“You bloody wankers,” Tonks hissed, whacking her cousin in the back of the head.
“We didn’t mean for him to …” Lupin started.
“Alas, the damage is done, Remus.” Dumbledore stared at the closed door sadly.
“Can’t we give him something for the …” Lupin started.
“There is no known counter-curse to alleviate the effects of the Cruciatus,” Albus frowned as he spoke to the three people still sitting in silent remorse.
“I know something that can help, a little,” asserted Sirius as he too pushed himself up from the table. Remus and Tonks shared a confused look across the scarred wooden table top.
Albus smiled sadly as another wizard disappeared through the door. “You know where to find me, Nymphadora.” He nodded gravely in the woman’s direction just before stepping back into the flames of the Floo connection.
“What do you think Sirius is up to?” Tonks queried of the sad looking man across from her.
“I have no idea, but I’d better go check and make sure Snape doesn’t AK him in a snit.” Then, Remus too used his hands to push himself to his feet.
“I’ll have your back, wolf-man,” Tonks bantered, fruitlessly trying to cheer the remorseful man who smiled wanly back at her, holding the door for her to actually lead the way instead.
Quietly, the duo ascended the rickety staircase, pausing on the first landing to listen to the quiet of the kids’ rooms before attacking one more set of stairs. On the second landing, they heard muffled cursing and the sounds of drawers being opened, and rummaging.
“YES!” Sirius exclaimed triumphantly. Tonks and Remus shared a confused glance just as Black barreled through the door to his room, a very dusty old-looking bottle clutched in his fist.
“Whatcha have there, Sirius?” Tonks asked, tugging Remus to follow along with her after her cousin.
“Follow me,” ordered Black. He strode purposefully down the long runner-carpeted hallway to the room at the very end. The other two trailed hesitantly behind him.
Sirius shoved the closed door open and burst into Snape’s room, uninvited, unannounced and from the look on Snape’s face, completely unwelcome.
“Get out, Black,” he snarled.
“Not until you try some of this,” Sirius held the bottle out towards Snape.
“Not on your life,” Snape growled, allowing his wand to slip into his hand.
“Look, it helps a little,” Sirius wheedled, holding the bottle out further.
“Nothing helps.” Snape rolled his eyes, his hands twitching uncontrollably.
“I swear this does,” Sirius countered solemnly. Remus and Tonks stared at Sirius in obvious confusion.
“And your proof?” Snape continued to doubt even as he nearly staggered to the bed and folded inelegantly on the top.
“I’ve tried it,” Black simply stated, moving to sit on the very edge of the bed, close but not too close to the suffering spy. One of Snape’s eyebrows rose archly in question as he hugged his torso tightly with his own arms to quell the spasms. Sirius smiled sadly, uncorking the bottle.
“My father practiced on someone, Snivelly,” he answered the unspoken question softly, then took a drink from the bottle. Wiping the mouth of the bottle with his sleeve and handing it to Snape. “Safe, see?”
The trembling man pried one hand loose to accept the offering. His suspicious eyes never left his school-day nemesis as he sniffed the contents first.
“Absinthe,” he hissed in surprise. Sirius nodded. Tonks and Remus both looked shocked. Snape lifted the bottle with his shaky hand then drank as delicately as possible straight from the bottle. He handed the bottle back to Sirius who set it on the floor. Suddenly, Snape’s body seized as if all of his muscles were contracting at once. Rigid, unable to move, his eyes pleaded for relief which he knew would never come.
“Help me, Remus?” Tonks half-asked, half-ordered as she hurried to the bed to begin massaging Snape’s painfully hunched shoulders. She lifted her skirt to kneel behind him, manually working the taut muscles.
Remus fell to his knees at Snape’s feet, working his boots free from his constricted toes, and settled on the floor, cradling both feet in his lap, fingers coaxing the muscles to relent their painful stricture. The touch of skin to his skin caused Snape’s eyes to roll back in his head. His leg’s spasm nearly knocked Remus over, but, the half-wolf persisted. Sirius looked at the man’s jaw so tightly clamped shut, heard his teeth grinding involuntarily and the bottle on the floor. Carefully, he guided the others until Snape was lying on his stomach with Tonks straddling his back, and Lupin on the floor, tenderly working his feet. Sirius cradled his face, gently easing the contractions of his jaw muscles. Tonks struggled to get enough pressure to ease Snape’s back muscles through his heavy wool coverings. Impetuously, she settled back, hands growing still. Catching her lip between her teeth, a light of inspiration sparked in her violet eyes, “Evanesco!” she whispered triumphantly.
“BLOODY HELL, TONKS!” Sirius sputtered as everyone in the room lost every stitch of their clothing instantly.
“Whoops,” she giggled, blushing bright red and all of her hair turning pink.
~*~
Damn, out of time. Definitely to be continued soon.
See what nice reviews do? They remind a forgetful writer that there’s a story floating out in cyberspace and give her evil ideas on how to write more. Hint, hint, hint. LOL. Thanks for reading.