War Games

Promise to Dumbledore or no promise to Dumbledore. Sirius Black was all of two seconds away from smashing his fist into Snivellus’ hooked nose!

The two wizards had been confined together in the compartment set aside for the Professors for the hours since the train had taken off from Hogwarts. Snape had contented himself with a sneer before becoming absorbed in a book of some kind. Sirius had distracted himself at first by watching out the window as the train chugged merrily in and out of the clouds, performing the occasional lazy loop-de-loop to keep things interesting. But the novelty had worn off by about half an hour.

If that. Sirius would be the last to admit it but Azkaban hadn’t exactly been a good thing for his already short attention span.

Then he had distracted himself by trying to imagine what it was Snape was so absorbed in a. It was obviously a Muggle paperback but the title and cover picture were completely obscured by long potion stained fingers. The thought that Severus Snape could be so absorbed in a trashy romance novel like the ones Lily had read.

(And that Sirius only knew about from the times he had tripped over one while baby-sitting his infant godson. At least that was his story and he was sticking to it.)

Was chuckle worthy for all of five minutes or so.

Really the whole thing should have been mind numbingly boring rather than inciting a slow burning rage and craving for violence. If it wasn’t for the gods be damned humming! As soon as the train had taken flight Severus had been humming the same irritating little ditty off and on. The potions master would hum for a couple of minutes before going silent as if he had just realised what he was doing. There would be a couple minutes silence then the whole cycle would start all over again. It was like Chinese Water Torture and Sirius was ready to tear his hair out in frustration!

sssssswisssshhh-BANG

Both men looked up, and one stopped humming, to see who had just thrown the compartment door open. Neville and Harry leered in at them from the swaying hallway. The bulkier boy held his ground with a rarely seen care-free grin on his face while Harry bounded into the room.

At least Sirius thought it was Harry.

It certainly looked like him, dressed in the same black jeans and red shirt his godson had been wearing that morning. But Sirius was pretty sure that Harry’s hair had not been that sickly shade of green. Nor had his face been painted ghostly white, his eyes surrounded in black and a red ‘smile’ smeared over his mouth and up his cheeks.

“Wwwwwhhhhhhhy so SIRIUS?!” The apparition growled at the shocked animagus.

“….err what?” Sirius eventually managed after much blinking and a snort from Snape.

“He did it Rae, you’re next!” Neville bellowed down the corridor, ignoring the occupants of the carriage as Harry turned grinning maniacally.

“Wwwwwwhhhhhhy so SEVERUS?!”

And the two boys were suddenly gone, the door sliding shut behind them. Severus rolled his eyes and went back to his book. Leaving Sirius staring wide eyed, trying to figure out if what he thought had happened had actually just happened.

“mm-hnhnhm-mm-hnhnhm”

For the love of Merlin. Not more humming!!

AN: OK I know it’s a shorty but I figured this story was in need of an update. And then I was on deviant art and saw this: http://psykobruttan.deviantart.com/art/Why-so-82851128

And this was the result.

Anyone who wants to know, Snape’s humming the Magic Roundabout tune. Because I’ve got the tripped out rabbit (Draco) and I have a shaggy dog (Sirius) and I have a magic train. And that’s how my mind works. If you don’t know the tune. And want to break your brain thinking about everyone’s favourite king of dour and dark humming such a tune the go here:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=caIS7eYfpMA&feature=PlayList&p=385619B931003AD2&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=13