Dum Spiro, Spero-While I Breathe, I Hope
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Part 5 : In Medias Res - Into The Midst of Things
Disclaimer : I don’t own Harry Potter in any way, it all belongs to J.K. Rowling. The Draconians are my thing though. I own Phoebus and Snape‘s family pretty much, whoot! Unfortunately I don’t own Sevs…Damn.
Notes and warnings : Slashy goodness as always. Oh, and this is completely AU now, as I read most of OoTP and well, the certain death of a certain character would ruin this fic. Mind you, I am peeved at J.K. for killing this particular character off, he’s one of my faves. -_-; So this fic goes on, disregarding the OoTP line, or at least that one little thing. Plus Remus being DADA teach again in the fic, yeah.
Dum Spiro, Spero
(While I breathe, I hope)
Part 5 : In Medias Res - Into The Midst of Things
By Reppa
It had been a week since the little incident in the dungeons. And Harry had yet to get his invisibility cloak back. It peeved him, but he’d rather the potions master keep it as well as stay away. Even now, the professor glared balefully at him during all meals and during class. He had gotten a tongue lashing from his head of house when he arrived ban thn the common room. There he had come across Ron and Hermione who both barraged him with questions the next morn. Then, he had told them everything.
Now a week later, the trio were sitting in the library, talking quietly amongst themselves. “Though everyone’s been a little sketchy, I’ve heard talk about the snake you saw, Harry.” The bushy haired girl whispered to them, glancing briefly from her book, “They’re saying it’s Malfoy. That explains a lot. His needing a seat on the bus, why he doesn’t stay in the Slytherin common room, and why everyone avoids him.”
“And we didn’t hear about this then why?” Ron demanded with a frown. The idea of Malfoy turning into a large serpent didn’t appeal to him.
“Well, it was all speculation back then. Speculation taken to heart, especially with Remus coming back and with that Divinations teacher.”
Harry frowned himself, looking down at the parchment paper for his essay which his quill had yet to touch. Did that mean Draco was an animagi? But that wouldn’t make any sense, he wasn’t exactly all there a week ago. “So…what does that make Malfoy then? Not animagi, Snuffles has more sense than him…well, not that much, but enough to be a difference.”
“The night you went down there, Harry, was the night of the full moon, remember? Really now, we’re friends of a werewolf, we know when these things are coming.” Hermione huffed.
Both Ron and Harry gawked. The redhead looked somewhat blanched, “So…He’s a were beast? I’ve never heard of a were snake before!”
“It’s rare, but it happens.” A soft voice informed them, directing their attention up to their good friend Remus. He looked quite sleep deprived as he took a seat next to Harry, his arm looped about a small bundle, “There are several kinds of were beasts. Bears, ravens, tigers, the rarest would be serpents. I wonder what nasty bugger that boy bumped into or insulted over the summer to get such a nasty curse…Oh, this is for you by the way, Harry.”
The boy looked down as the werewolf handed him the bundle, which turned out to be the invisibility cloak. His brows knit together as he unfolded it to stare at a large solid silver stain. He glanced at the professor questioningly who shrugged in return, Ron and Hermione looked at each other in confusion, “It’s unicorn’s blood…Devil knows how it got there…”
Harry’s face conveyed disconcertion as he looked the cloak over several times, causing Hermione to raise a brow, “What’s wrong?”
“Snape…Draco injured him that night and he must have been bleeding, cause he used this to staunch the wound…but there’s no blood…no red blood anyway…”
Remus slowly turned away, looking distant for a moment. The three Gryffindors stared at him as he mumbled to himself before he turned back to them, “I’ll have to leave you for the time being, I need to look something up. Be careful around Professor Snape and stay away from the dungeons on the full moon.”
They nodded as he took off from the library. Ron scratched his head thoughtfully, “What was that all about…?”
Both Harry and Hermione just shrugged, all three of them gathering their things up to head towards their common room. Once they had arrived, the bespectacled boy had trekked upstairs for a moment, returning downstairs with two books in hand. One being Riddle’s diary, the other some obscure book that had been laying there with it. It was Riddle’s yearbook, something Hermione had pointed out would be helpful in identifying the boy killed.
*
In the first leg of his search, the DADA professor had scoured his own bookshelves, sure he had a book on the subject somewhere. But it wasn’t where he remembered placing it. Despite the slight setback, Remus made his way back to the library, positive that something close would be in the Forbidden Section.
Taking his time, he had looked up and down every shelf with Madam Pince eying him wearily. He would have asked her, but he feared her reaction. The subject he was in search of was something no wizard liked to touch on.
Soon the werewolf was facing defeat in his hunt. Strangely enough, there wasn’t a single thing on it. As if someone had come through and plucked away every source. Now that Remus thought of it, he was sure that was the case. He was certain he had a book in his own room, but it was now missing. Milling through his thoughts, he tried to recall who could have gone into his room and stole it.
No one came to mind, and he was certain Sirius would have mentioned if he saw anyone. “Sneaky sneaky sneaky…”
“And who is so sneaky?”
He jumped with a startled yelp, whirling around to look up at the towering figure behind him. It was Phoebus, who stood there with an enormous book held open before him. The Snape regarded him coolly, a light smirk on his lips as he slowly closed the bow, eventually returning it to the shelves, “Some trouble? I took notice how earnestly you were searching the shelves, though I have to say, you won’t find anything you’re looking for on ground level. Happy huntings.”
Remus watched him with his amber eyes as the tall man ambled by, giving him a gentle squeeze on the shoulder. His brows knit, wondering what the Divinations master could have meant by that. “On ground level?”
His thoughts dwelled on what wasn’t on ground level. Some tower? Or maybe even some place under ground? That would make a great deal of sense. But he just couldn’t comprehend why it was all moved. Turning on his heel, he ran after Phoebus, catching him just barely at the stairwell, “Wait, why was all the material removed?”
The long haired wizard stopped in mid-step, turning to look back down at him over his shoulder. For a moment, he stared until he smiled slightly, “It was removed for fear someone would go and actually read it. Waste not your time, your real attentions should lay in reviewing those essays you have sitting in your quarters.”
If he wasn’t aware of both Phoebus’ telepathic and intuition, that would have sent chills down his spine. But all Lupin could do in return to the answer given was sigh indignantly. There were papers in need of grading, which meant he would indeed put off his search. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t send Snuffles on the trail. The black dog would be able to sniff out the location of the materials while he worked.
So the werewolf made back for his room, coming in to find said dog curled up on the small woven rug at the foot of the bed. With a soft chuckle, he knelt down next to his old friend, scratching behind his ear, “Padfoot, I need you to do me a favor. I need you to sniff out a few of my books, they went missing and I’m sure someone’s taken them.”
Sirius lifted his head, icy eyes narrowed at that as he let out a low growl, trotting out of the room through the open door which Remus closed behind him. The dog padded along the trail, as the scent was fresh, telling him the books had been taken not too long ago. What he didn’t like was that it reeked of a certain wizard. He growled, baring his teeth, it smelled like that star watching loony.
The trail led him to the entrance of the dungeons where hlterltered for a moment. He wasn’t quite interested in going down there should he run into the Potions master. Not that he was afraid, but he didn’t wish to get his Godson in trouble. With caution, the shaggy dog clung to the shadows as he climbed down the steps. If he wasn’t caught, or if he at least left Snape alone, then there would be no trouble.
He followed the scent all the way to the end of the hall, stopping just before the wall where Harry had fallen into the catas. Ts. The boy had faintly mentioned it to him and his interest was peaked. On a check, he had not seen the path on the Marauder’s Map, and he had never heard anything on it. Casting a glance over his shoulder for any sign of other people about, Sirius shifted to his human form and turned back to the wall, removing the torch from a nearby handle, “Slytherin.”
With a loud groan, the wall slid away to reveal the ancient passage way before him. The animagi was almost knocked off his feet as the rancid stench of decay hit him in the face. He winced, balling his free hand and covering his nose with the tattered sleeve of his shirt as he stepped in, mouthing the password in order to close the entrance.
Sirius let his pale blue eyes wander along the hallway, taking in how thick the cobwebs were. This place was probably as old as the school, and the latest it had been used was well around thirty years at the most. He soon came into the antechamber and he frowned deeply, seeing the remains on the operation table. Not something that bade well. Across the way, he saw a small stack of books. Those had to be the ones missing.
Padding over, the convict looked through them. They were mostly books on Salazaar Slytherin and Dark Creatures. One book that caught his eye was a yearbook dating back to 1945, which was the year Voldemort had graduated. Or at best, when Tom Riddle had graduated. He moved his hand from his face to flip the book open and search through it, partially wondering why this was in such a place.
Sirius continued to browse through before he stalled for a moment, hand twitching as if he’d been bitten by something. The grip he had on the torch gradually loosened before it eventually tumbled to the floor, flames going out in a snap.
*
Harry plopped himself down on his bed once the day was drawing to it’s close. In his lap sat the diary and the yearbook. The boy was sure he kept putting off reading it. It was probably fear, fear of what he could possibly see in there. Slowly pushing the leather bound diary aside, though it had been a while ago when Hermione had pointed out that that was not in fact leather. He shuddered at the thought.
Then he looked down at the yearbook, opening it up and browsing through it. He started with the first years and he barely made it past the first page when the door of the dormitories burst open. Standing in the doorway was Remus and the black shaggy dog with him came galloping in as well. Harry clutched his chest with a groan, he had thought he was going to die there from a heart attack, “Good Lord, you two…do you have to burst in like that?!”
“Harry, let me see that book…no, not the diary, the other one!” Remus gasped, a little out of breath. He hurried across, practically tearing the book from the boy’s hand, flipping into it furiously, “I just don’t believe you, Padfoot, you’re fooling me! First year was it?”
The dog shifted into his gaunt human form, at his old friend’s side in a flash, “Yeah, first years, under Evans. Just like Lily.”
Harry’s brows knit together in confusion, wondering what the two were going on about. Sliding from the bed, the Gryffindor got to his feet, “What’s going on?”
It was a few moments before Remus found what he was looking for and for a time, he stared at the book with slight disbelief. The word ‘unbelievable’ could be heard mumbled from the werewolf’s lips as Sirius took the book, flipping it to show his godson while he took another yearbook and held them together, “Harry, I’d like you to meet Lily’s uncle…your granduncle, Severus Evans. And then take a look at our yearbook.”
Staring back at him in the older yearbook was the boy from his dreams, despite the gray tones, one could make out fair skin, red hair, and green eyes. In the other year book, he looked towards the student Sirius was gesturing to who looked like an exact replica of the redhead. Under the picture the name read ‘Severus Snape’.
End of chapter 5
Notes and warnings : Slashy goodness as always. Oh, and this is completely AU now, as I read most of OoTP and well, the certain death of a certain character would ruin this fic. Mind you, I am peeved at J.K. for killing this particular character off, he’s one of my faves. -_-; So this fic goes on, disregarding the OoTP line, or at least that one little thing. Plus Remus being DADA teach again in the fic, yeah.
Dum Spiro, Spero
(While I breathe, I hope)
Part 5 : In Medias Res - Into The Midst of Things
By Reppa
It had been a week since the little incident in the dungeons. And Harry had yet to get his invisibility cloak back. It peeved him, but he’d rather the potions master keep it as well as stay away. Even now, the professor glared balefully at him during all meals and during class. He had gotten a tongue lashing from his head of house when he arrived ban thn the common room. There he had come across Ron and Hermione who both barraged him with questions the next morn. Then, he had told them everything.
Now a week later, the trio were sitting in the library, talking quietly amongst themselves. “Though everyone’s been a little sketchy, I’ve heard talk about the snake you saw, Harry.” The bushy haired girl whispered to them, glancing briefly from her book, “They’re saying it’s Malfoy. That explains a lot. His needing a seat on the bus, why he doesn’t stay in the Slytherin common room, and why everyone avoids him.”
“And we didn’t hear about this then why?” Ron demanded with a frown. The idea of Malfoy turning into a large serpent didn’t appeal to him.
“Well, it was all speculation back then. Speculation taken to heart, especially with Remus coming back and with that Divinations teacher.”
Harry frowned himself, looking down at the parchment paper for his essay which his quill had yet to touch. Did that mean Draco was an animagi? But that wouldn’t make any sense, he wasn’t exactly all there a week ago. “So…what does that make Malfoy then? Not animagi, Snuffles has more sense than him…well, not that much, but enough to be a difference.”
“The night you went down there, Harry, was the night of the full moon, remember? Really now, we’re friends of a werewolf, we know when these things are coming.” Hermione huffed.
Both Ron and Harry gawked. The redhead looked somewhat blanched, “So…He’s a were beast? I’ve never heard of a were snake before!”
“It’s rare, but it happens.” A soft voice informed them, directing their attention up to their good friend Remus. He looked quite sleep deprived as he took a seat next to Harry, his arm looped about a small bundle, “There are several kinds of were beasts. Bears, ravens, tigers, the rarest would be serpents. I wonder what nasty bugger that boy bumped into or insulted over the summer to get such a nasty curse…Oh, this is for you by the way, Harry.”
The boy looked down as the werewolf handed him the bundle, which turned out to be the invisibility cloak. His brows knit together as he unfolded it to stare at a large solid silver stain. He glanced at the professor questioningly who shrugged in return, Ron and Hermione looked at each other in confusion, “It’s unicorn’s blood…Devil knows how it got there…”
Harry’s face conveyed disconcertion as he looked the cloak over several times, causing Hermione to raise a brow, “What’s wrong?”
“Snape…Draco injured him that night and he must have been bleeding, cause he used this to staunch the wound…but there’s no blood…no red blood anyway…”
Remus slowly turned away, looking distant for a moment. The three Gryffindors stared at him as he mumbled to himself before he turned back to them, “I’ll have to leave you for the time being, I need to look something up. Be careful around Professor Snape and stay away from the dungeons on the full moon.”
They nodded as he took off from the library. Ron scratched his head thoughtfully, “What was that all about…?”
Both Harry and Hermione just shrugged, all three of them gathering their things up to head towards their common room. Once they had arrived, the bespectacled boy had trekked upstairs for a moment, returning downstairs with two books in hand. One being Riddle’s diary, the other some obscure book that had been laying there with it. It was Riddle’s yearbook, something Hermione had pointed out would be helpful in identifying the boy killed.
*
In the first leg of his search, the DADA professor had scoured his own bookshelves, sure he had a book on the subject somewhere. But it wasn’t where he remembered placing it. Despite the slight setback, Remus made his way back to the library, positive that something close would be in the Forbidden Section.
Taking his time, he had looked up and down every shelf with Madam Pince eying him wearily. He would have asked her, but he feared her reaction. The subject he was in search of was something no wizard liked to touch on.
Soon the werewolf was facing defeat in his hunt. Strangely enough, there wasn’t a single thing on it. As if someone had come through and plucked away every source. Now that Remus thought of it, he was sure that was the case. He was certain he had a book in his own room, but it was now missing. Milling through his thoughts, he tried to recall who could have gone into his room and stole it.
No one came to mind, and he was certain Sirius would have mentioned if he saw anyone. “Sneaky sneaky sneaky…”
“And who is so sneaky?”
He jumped with a startled yelp, whirling around to look up at the towering figure behind him. It was Phoebus, who stood there with an enormous book held open before him. The Snape regarded him coolly, a light smirk on his lips as he slowly closed the bow, eventually returning it to the shelves, “Some trouble? I took notice how earnestly you were searching the shelves, though I have to say, you won’t find anything you’re looking for on ground level. Happy huntings.”
Remus watched him with his amber eyes as the tall man ambled by, giving him a gentle squeeze on the shoulder. His brows knit, wondering what the Divinations master could have meant by that. “On ground level?”
His thoughts dwelled on what wasn’t on ground level. Some tower? Or maybe even some place under ground? That would make a great deal of sense. But he just couldn’t comprehend why it was all moved. Turning on his heel, he ran after Phoebus, catching him just barely at the stairwell, “Wait, why was all the material removed?”
The long haired wizard stopped in mid-step, turning to look back down at him over his shoulder. For a moment, he stared until he smiled slightly, “It was removed for fear someone would go and actually read it. Waste not your time, your real attentions should lay in reviewing those essays you have sitting in your quarters.”
If he wasn’t aware of both Phoebus’ telepathic and intuition, that would have sent chills down his spine. But all Lupin could do in return to the answer given was sigh indignantly. There were papers in need of grading, which meant he would indeed put off his search. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t send Snuffles on the trail. The black dog would be able to sniff out the location of the materials while he worked.
So the werewolf made back for his room, coming in to find said dog curled up on the small woven rug at the foot of the bed. With a soft chuckle, he knelt down next to his old friend, scratching behind his ear, “Padfoot, I need you to do me a favor. I need you to sniff out a few of my books, they went missing and I’m sure someone’s taken them.”
Sirius lifted his head, icy eyes narrowed at that as he let out a low growl, trotting out of the room through the open door which Remus closed behind him. The dog padded along the trail, as the scent was fresh, telling him the books had been taken not too long ago. What he didn’t like was that it reeked of a certain wizard. He growled, baring his teeth, it smelled like that star watching loony.
The trail led him to the entrance of the dungeons where hlterltered for a moment. He wasn’t quite interested in going down there should he run into the Potions master. Not that he was afraid, but he didn’t wish to get his Godson in trouble. With caution, the shaggy dog clung to the shadows as he climbed down the steps. If he wasn’t caught, or if he at least left Snape alone, then there would be no trouble.
He followed the scent all the way to the end of the hall, stopping just before the wall where Harry had fallen into the catas. Ts. The boy had faintly mentioned it to him and his interest was peaked. On a check, he had not seen the path on the Marauder’s Map, and he had never heard anything on it. Casting a glance over his shoulder for any sign of other people about, Sirius shifted to his human form and turned back to the wall, removing the torch from a nearby handle, “Slytherin.”
With a loud groan, the wall slid away to reveal the ancient passage way before him. The animagi was almost knocked off his feet as the rancid stench of decay hit him in the face. He winced, balling his free hand and covering his nose with the tattered sleeve of his shirt as he stepped in, mouthing the password in order to close the entrance.
Sirius let his pale blue eyes wander along the hallway, taking in how thick the cobwebs were. This place was probably as old as the school, and the latest it had been used was well around thirty years at the most. He soon came into the antechamber and he frowned deeply, seeing the remains on the operation table. Not something that bade well. Across the way, he saw a small stack of books. Those had to be the ones missing.
Padding over, the convict looked through them. They were mostly books on Salazaar Slytherin and Dark Creatures. One book that caught his eye was a yearbook dating back to 1945, which was the year Voldemort had graduated. Or at best, when Tom Riddle had graduated. He moved his hand from his face to flip the book open and search through it, partially wondering why this was in such a place.
Sirius continued to browse through before he stalled for a moment, hand twitching as if he’d been bitten by something. The grip he had on the torch gradually loosened before it eventually tumbled to the floor, flames going out in a snap.
*
Harry plopped himself down on his bed once the day was drawing to it’s close. In his lap sat the diary and the yearbook. The boy was sure he kept putting off reading it. It was probably fear, fear of what he could possibly see in there. Slowly pushing the leather bound diary aside, though it had been a while ago when Hermione had pointed out that that was not in fact leather. He shuddered at the thought.
Then he looked down at the yearbook, opening it up and browsing through it. He started with the first years and he barely made it past the first page when the door of the dormitories burst open. Standing in the doorway was Remus and the black shaggy dog with him came galloping in as well. Harry clutched his chest with a groan, he had thought he was going to die there from a heart attack, “Good Lord, you two…do you have to burst in like that?!”
“Harry, let me see that book…no, not the diary, the other one!” Remus gasped, a little out of breath. He hurried across, practically tearing the book from the boy’s hand, flipping into it furiously, “I just don’t believe you, Padfoot, you’re fooling me! First year was it?”
The dog shifted into his gaunt human form, at his old friend’s side in a flash, “Yeah, first years, under Evans. Just like Lily.”
Harry’s brows knit together in confusion, wondering what the two were going on about. Sliding from the bed, the Gryffindor got to his feet, “What’s going on?”
It was a few moments before Remus found what he was looking for and for a time, he stared at the book with slight disbelief. The word ‘unbelievable’ could be heard mumbled from the werewolf’s lips as Sirius took the book, flipping it to show his godson while he took another yearbook and held them together, “Harry, I’d like you to meet Lily’s uncle…your granduncle, Severus Evans. And then take a look at our yearbook.”
Staring back at him in the older yearbook was the boy from his dreams, despite the gray tones, one could make out fair skin, red hair, and green eyes. In the other year book, he looked towards the student Sirius was gesturing to who looked like an exact replica of the redhead. Under the picture the name read ‘Severus Snape’.
End of chapter 5