A Tale of Two Men

TITLE: A Tale of Two Men

Author: Lady Sirius

Pairing: SB/SS, HP/RW,

RATING: NC17

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DISCLAIMER: Of course all rights 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 and wondrous inspiration - Gary Oldman
And a special remembrance in this chapter in honour of the late, great and wonderful Richard Harris (my favorite singer and a great actor - never to be forgotten)


Chapter Six

The Past Revealed, Part 2 (Snape’s recall)


Professor Severus Snape sat at his desk at the front of the potions class, scowling at the room full of Hogwarts students before him. Intent upon trewirewing of their assigned potions, they were oblivious to the pain of their confused professor. Even Draco Malfoy, the student who was probably closer to Snape than any other at the school, was totally unaware of the horde of emotions which were churning about within Snape. Malfoy was a much kinder Slytherin now, due primarily to the influence of the redoubtable Hermione Granger, and was attempting to live down the blot on the Malfoy name brought about by the actions of his malicious father, Lucius.

Snape was so agitated that he found it difficult to maintain the iron control he usually exercised over his mind - and his powers of telekinesis were causing objects to fly up suddenly from his desk. But he quickly caught these before they had the chance to zoom out of control, and luckily anyone who witnessed such an event would probably put it down to some sort of wizardry on Snape’s part.

Snape didn’t know what to do about his feelings for Sirius Black. Did he want to kill him? Did he want to torture him? Or did he want to fuck him for days? The thought of all three actions excited him, which would have been evident had anyone the power to see beneath his long black robes.

He watched Potter covertly, as the boy went about his assignment, along with his lab partner, Ron Weasley. He hadn’t punished the boy any more, since he had gotten his desired response, but he was at a loss as just what to do now. Perhaps request a parent/teacher conference? No, that was ridiculous, he snorted to himself. But there had to be something he could do, a way of seeing Black again, perhaps put a resolution to his dilemma once and for all.

A flurry of movement out of the corner of one eye caught his attention, and he was surprised to see a large snowy white owl enter the classroom. Surely that was Hedwig, Harry Potter’s owl? As if to confirm his thought, the bird flew straight to Harry, dropping on to his desk, and hooting to get his attention. As Snape watched, Harry seemed to be flustered, glancing up at Snape, who pretended not to see what was going on, but watching covertly from beneath half-closed eyes. What was all this about, then?

He watched Harry take a small rolled up piece of paper from the owl’s foot, open it and then nudge Weasley, who likewise glanced up at Snape before looking at what his companion held. They both began to grin like prize idiots, and Snape’s curiousity could endure no more. He raised his wand, commanding, “Wingardium Leviosa,” causing the paper to rise into the air, to Potter’s apparent surprise.

Potter grabbed for the paper, but Snape was too quick for him, and the message was already in Snape’s hand before Harry finished swiping at the empty air. “Something you wish to share, Mr. Potter?” Snape sneered sarcastically.

“No, Professor,” Harry muttered sullenly, as he went back to his potion.

“Well, as you are undoubtedly aware, the receiving of messages during class is forbidden, hence twenty points will be deducted from Gryffindor!” Snape snapped, as Harry’s housemates groaned in unison.

Snape unrolled the paper and read: “Dear Harry, That is a marvelous idea. I’d be glad to join you at the festival at Hogwarts this weekend. I really do need to get out more. Thanks for thinking of me. I’ll meet you at the Whomping Willow Saturday morning at ten o’clock.” It was signed “affectionately, Sirius”.

Snape thought that his heart was going to stop. The very information he had been seeking, his for the taking! But what to do, what to do, what to do? His soul was in a torment of agony, and he realized that perhaps it was time to get some advice from someone older and wiser, more experienced. Of course, he wouldn’t confess to the true nature of his dilemma, but surely he could say enough to get some advice concerning it.

Luckily, the potions class was now over, and the students were putting away their equipment, cleaning up after themselves, and turning in their potions. Snape was free for a little while now, so now it would be. He watched the students with forced nonchalance as he pretended to look over some papers, made sure that everyone left the room, with a dirty look at Mr. Potter for good measure, and hastened in their wake. He was so intent upon his own business that he failed to see the triumphant look that flashed between Harry and Ron at the apparent success of their mission.


When he reached the private staircase leading to Professor Dumbledore’s rooms, he paused long enough to mutter the password, and soon found himself standing outside the headmaster’s door, hand poised to knock. But a sound from within gave him pause, and he hesitated for a moment, listening carefully. He wasn’t sure, but Snape thought that he could hear music, and a man’s voice. He muttered an incantation to felicitate eavesdrog, ag, and pressed his ear quietly against the door.

“....I don’t think that I can take it, cause it took so long to bake it, and I’ll never have that recipe again, oh noooooooooooooooooooo...”

Snape’s dark eyes opened wide in surprise at the sound of the melodic Irish tenor coming from the other side of the door. Surely this was not.... it couldn’t be.... Using his magic eye, he peeped inside the room and was blessed with more than he had bargained for. Beyond a doubt, the voice was that of Albus Dumbledore, but he was not alone, and Snape caught a quick glimpse of the naked form of Minerva McGonagall, before he found his magic eye had been detected, and everything on the inside of the room went black.

Snape stepped backward, just in time, as the door swung open and a large tabby cat sauntered out, pausing briefly to hiss at the potions master before slinking down the staircase, tail stiffly waving behind it in a one-eyed salute. Albus Dumbledore stood before him, a bemused look on his all-knowing face, waving Snape in. “Come in, come in, Severus,” he urged, shutting the door behind them.

Dumbledore looked closely at the agitated professor. It didn’t take a great wizard to detect that the man was clearly upset about something. But Snape wasn’t the type to easily volunteer information, particularly in regard to his own mental health. So a little intervention was needed here, Dumbledore decided.

“Did you wish to see me?” he asked, as he ushered Snape to a comfortable seat by his desk. Snape sat, but instantly jumped up again, and began to pace about the room.

“Yes, I did,” was Snape’s only reply, as he pondered on the wisdom of having come here, and on couching his request in vague and general yet useful terms.

With a wave of one hand, Professor Dumbledore produced a large silver tray, upon which sat a gleaming teapot and two delicate blue cups. Acting as mother, he poured the liquid and placed one cup in the other man’s hand. “Drink this,” he urged, “you’ll feel much better,” and without hesitation, Snape drained the contents of the cup.

Severus found that the hot tea was both refreshing and relaxing, as he felt himself melting back into the cushions of his chair. Dumbledore’s voice was soothing and warm as well. The headmaster sat back in his own chair, long legs crossed comfortably, sipping at his own tea (minus the veritaserum, of course), as he urged, “Tell me all about it, Severus.”

Snape sighed, a long deep shiver which reverberated throughout his entire body. He closed his onyx eyes, and watched the years peel away within his mind. “It all began many years ago, when I was but a young man, and a student here at Hogwarts, studying hard and trying to get by...

“There was this group of boys, as well you know, the most popular young men on campus, quite unlike myself who managed to be disliked by everyone because I was never fashionable, never quite as self-possessed as these four, these (sneer) Marauders (he fairly hissed this last word). James Potter, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, and Sirius Black! The darlings of the school, the idol of every schoolgirl’s eye, the pets of the teachers! They could do no wrong, everything they did came with the Hogwarts stamp of approval! Handsome and charming and godlike, they pranced about the school as if they owned the place!

“I saw another side of them, however, the one which they chose to show me, but kept carefully hidden from the others. The cruelties, the nastiness, the snide comments - these they reserved for me, and I found myself unable to respond in any decent manner, horribly tongue-tied in their presence, ever at a loss for a decent comeback, anything to break their spirits! I hated them, Merlin knows I hated them, watched them when they didn’t realize it, plotted and planned and schemed ways to get them into trouble, to disgrace them, to reveal them to the school for the bad lot they really were! Especially the biggest demi-god of them all, Mr. Sirius Black! With his long dark hair and his flashing black eyes, and the hard young body which all the girls lusted after and....”

Here Snape stopped, his breath becoming shallow and rapid at the memory which had sprung unbidden, the feelings which even now haunted him, and Dumbledore could not fail to notice the physical manifestation of the potions masters desires. He smiled to himself in understanding, even as he encouraged him, “Go on, dear boy.”

“I learned how to make myself virtually invisible to them, not in the way that Potter did, with his ridiculous cloak, but with cunning and shadows, and I followed the four prima donnas about - rvinrving, always watching, and biding my time, waiting to reveal them for the frauds that I knew they were.

“I followed them one day to the Whomping Willow, and there I discovered their biggest and darkest transgression - they were all unregistered animagus! They thought they were being careful, but I, Severus Snape, the one they seemed to despise most in all the world, had found them out! I was thrilled, exhilarated, delighted, for now I knew I had them right where I wanted them, the pitiful fools!” Snape’s laugh was almost a growl, as he chortled gleefully at the memory.

“I wanted to wait until just the right time to show them up for what they were, so I continued to follow them on their journeys to the tree, watched them revel and play with such careless abandon! Little did they suspect that I was about, observing, and biding my time.

“One night I watched them, as usual, and after they had dispersed back to their beds, I waited for a few minutes in order to give them time to get back before me. The moon was a brilliant orb in the night sky, and I took a moment to gaze upon its brilliance, unmindful of the world around me, until suddenly, I heard a low growl, and I felt a hot breath upon my neck, and I turned to behold a large black dog bearing down upon.

“I turned to it to cast a spell, but discovered to my horror that I had not my wand on me, and I decided to leave it to its own devices, but my long legs became entangled in my robe, and I found myself falling in a tangled heap upon the ground. Rolling over, I threw up one arm to protect myself. “Go away!” I commanded the beast, but it failed to respond to the note of authority in my voice. ‘Go on, get out of here!’

“To my horror, the animal advanced upon me as I lay helpless in the grass, and it lowered its muzzle, pushing and pulling at my robes, and then it began to nuzzle at my crotch, sniffing as if it smelled something that enticed it, that drew it on. I could feel the warmth of the dog’s breath on my genitals, and I felt myself growing hard, which seemed to excite the dog even more. It reached out with its teeth, and began to pull at my zipper, straining and groaning until it began to move, down, down, until suddenly my now full-blown erection was released into the night air.

“The dog seemed delighted, and, reaching out with its big pink tongue, began to lick my hardness, roughly and wetly. I was frightened and confused, and yet at the same time, I found myself being strangely aroused. In a way, I wanted it to continue, and yet I wanted to escape it also. I could hear strange moans coming from my throat in a voice which I almost didn’t recognize as my own.

“Suddenly the dog stopped licking and began to growl at me, and somehow I understood that I was to roll over, I’m not sure how, and then I found myself upon my hands and knees, wondering what was going to happen to me, scared and yet excited.

“I felt my thin pants being pulled from behind, down, down, over my hips, until they were no longer there. Was this more of the animal’s work? I wondered. And then I felt it, what surely must be the dog’s penis, hard against my own ass, and my erection grew even harder as a million emotions crowded upon me, a million sensations which I had never experienced before. I remember thinking that surely the dog’s cock would be hairier, but I didn’t have time to think about it, not for very long.

Suddenly, I felt it plunge into me, into my ass, and what I felt before was as nothing compared to the wondrous sensations that filled me as the beast thrust himself inside me. Dear Merlin, it was so sweet, so awesome, so mind-numblingly wonderful, and all I could think was harder, do it harder, harder, harder! Seeming to read my mind, his thrusts assumed a life of their own, and I found my hand stroking myself, faster, faster..... And then I was rocked with the most enormous explosion, the most ecstatic orgasm that I have ever experienced, while I could feel the beast coming inside of me in a similar explosion of fluid! Beautiful lights flashed before my eyes, and my heart beat so fast that I thought it would burst from my chest with pleasure! Oh, Merlin!” Severus closed his eyes at the memory, and Dumbledore listened, but said nothing.

“I decided to roll over and face my animal rapist, to take him on if necessary, but when I did I saw to my horror that this was no animal, but Sirius Black who had taken his pleasure with me against my will and without my knowledge. He wore a satisfied smirk on his face, even as I saw the evidence of his act running down his leg.

“‘What have you done, Black?’ I demanded to know.

“His smartass answer was, ‘Nothing you didn’t want me to.’

“I loathed him at that moment, and my anger was such that I feared that I might do him grave bodily harm. ‘I will never forgive you for this, Sirius Black,’ I told him, ‘you have just made an enemy for life.’

“‘Is that what you think?’ he said smugly, as he zipped himself up and carelessly strode away, to Gryffindor, and his waiting bed.

“I lay there for a time, shaken, before I finally returned to Slytherin and my own bed. Merlin, how I hated that boy, that smug little git. And yet.... and yet.....”

“And yet?” Dumbledore prompted.

Snape shuddered violently. “... and yet I find myself strangely attracted to him. I don’t understand why that is, and it’s tearing me apart. I look for ways to be with him, to bring him here. I punish his godson every chance I get, just to get him to come to Hogwarts. And yet I find myself wanting to hurt him just as he hurt me. In the very same way....”

Snape’s voice trailed off in confusion. Dumbledore spoke a few words, and effects of the veritaserum disappeared as if they had never been. Snape leaped up from his chair, shook his head as if to clear it. “I apologize, Albus, I seem to have drifted off. Was I talking in my sleep?”

“Nothing that I could understand,” Dumbledore assured him.

At that moment, there was a crack! as of some sort of temporal shift in the atmosphere.

“Albus, I need to talk to you about...” a voice was saying.

Snape realized with horror that Sirius Black had just apparated himself into the headmaster’s room. He gasped at the sight and began to snarl, just as Sirius noticed him.

“What the deuce are you doing here, you benighted jackanapes?” he tossed at him. “Looking for more ways to torture my poor godson? Or have you found another outlet for your repressed tendencies?” He laughed aloud at his own wit, while Dumbledore frowned gently at him and shook his head.

“What right have you to apparate yourself into the midst of a private conversation?” Snape demanded indignantly. “You unemployed excuse for a wizard, why don’t you go bag groceries and leave us alone!”

Sirius’ dark eyes grew darker with anger, and he stepped menacingly toward Snape. The two men stood face to face, eyes blazing, hands clenched, itching to make a move toward their respective wands. Only the headmaster’s presence prevented a full-scale fight from erupting at that moment.

“Snape, I’ve taken care of you before and I still know how to do it.” Sirius’ voice was deceptively smooth, and the words found their way straight to Snape’s immediate erection, luckily hidden by his billowing robes. “You remember Padfoot, don’t you Severus? Padfoot remembers you.” He smiled nastily at Snape’s discomfort, although his own robe almost didn’t hide his own large erection.

“You sir are no gentleman!” Snape snarled.

“I do believe we’ve already established that!” Sirius quipped.

Dumbledore pushed himself between them, separating the two would-be combatants. “Sirius, have you business with me?” he asked gently.

“Yes, I do, but nothing which I care to share with the likes of him.”

“Never mind, I am just going,” Snape growled. “Thank you for your time, Albus. I think you have been most helpful.”

“Always glad to do so,” Dumbledore responded heartily, as he walked the potions master to the door. “You can always turn to me, you know, Severus. And don’t worry about things. I think that everything will turn out just fine.” He patted the other man’s arm, closing the door behind him before he turned back to his unexpected guest. “Now, what can we do for you, Sirius, hmmmm?”

While outside the headmaster’s door, Snape was mumbling to himself, “And I know exactly where you will be Saturday morning at ten o’clock, Sirius Black, my fine fellow, and then we shall see what we shall see!”