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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
14
Views:
957
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Staying Alive
Chapter Eight : vita non est vivere sed valere vita est = life is more than merely staying alive
Finally cosseted in his Sanctum Sanctorum, Snape should have felt comfortable and safe but something was amiss. Armed with a bottle of Hagrids best fire whisky he slumped on his lounge ensconced before the fire, musing and fuming.
Dumbledores cheery face floated momentarily in the flames. “Severus we look forward to seeing you at breakfast” leaving no doubt that there was no other option. “So wonderful to have you back” Snape pried open one eye and snarled
Storming around his storerooms he mentally tallied his grievances, broken wards depleted ingredients misplaced utensils plus innumerable vials were missing almost an entire semesters supply. Someone probably that damned delusional DADA had been taking liberties with his laboratory and if that wasn’t bad enough his private stores too. That was pushing it and he wasn’t about to let it slip.
Even though care had been taken to return items to their respective places and the lab had been cleaned thoroughly it wasn’t good enough. Someone was going to have their neck in a noose before the day was out. Come breakfast time he descended on the Great Hall an ominous rabid cloud of indignation. Everyone was left in no doubt that Snape was back and in fine form.
Dumbledore seated at the Head Table observed him tentatively over his glasses as he flew past the house tables with robes billowing in his wake. He swooped on Nocturnus and leaning across the table spat “You better have a good story for the havoc you wrecked in my lab or so help me” “How lovely you could join us Severus please take a seat we’ll talk later” intoned Dumbledore inviting no further discussion.
Severus threw himself into his usual seat and glowered at the assembly. **I would rather it was one of my Slytherins than that pompous cretin** As he looked around the hall he noticed a number of familiar faces missing from the assembly.
Nocturnus who had the dubious honour of sitting beside him was obviously uncomfortable. Snape snarled just loud enough for his ears “If I said anything to offend you, please believe me”
Breakfast over and dosed up sufficiently on caffeine Severus was as amenable as he would ever be. With barely a tilt to his head Dumbledore signalled to Severus and Nocturnus to follow. In the privacy of his office he related the basic details of the ‘Event’ and left the finer points to Nocturnus.
“Lemon Sherbet?” Severus ignored him with ice around the edges. “You could have blown up the lab relocated Hogwarts to Merlin knows where and . . . .” he continued to rant and rave stalking back and forth, in a vain effort to wear a trench in the slate floor. Dumbledore raised an eyebrow and dropped a verbal boot.
Severus sagged into the closest seat, which had to scutter forward to catch him properly. “A student” pause. There was a long and agonising drink of silence where in you could have heard an owl fart. “A STUDENT IN MY LABORATORY, mutter mutter mutter, and a a a A GRYFFINDORE, mutter mutter mutter, need coffee.”
Dumbledore poured some coffee laced with a liberal helping of Hagrids Fire Whisky. Eventually Severus stopped spitting and muttering. Instead he settled for sage advice and gesticulating with his hands including the one that held the ‘coffee’. “You’re too quiet Dumbledork” he didn’t even notice the slip up “Good Coffee” hic “Snoooo, sooo what’s the other boot”
Dumbledore looked momentarily hurt. Even inebriated Snape was a quick study. “The Student concerned has been approved by the School Council and the Ministry of Magic for . . .” Snape impatiently waved him on “Come on now, drop the boot there’s a good Dumbledork (Snort)”
Dumbledore twinkled over his glasses if he was going to say this may as well enjoy the moment. “She has been approved as your new Potions Assistant”
Nocturnus and Dumbledore braced for the impending explosion. “ZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz” was a pleasant alternative. “Well” sparkled Dumbledore “I must say that went extremely well.”
“I think just a little too much on the additive there Albus” Remarked Nocturnus stating the painfully obvious. “Guess I have combined DADA and Potions Lessons today!!”
Snape awoke to the potent aroma of real coffee and the feeling that the entire London Symphony Orchestra brass and percussion sections had taken up residence in his head. **Should know better than to ever drink coffee with Dumbledore before midday. I’d rather go ten rounds with a basilisk**
Cracking open an eye he was relieved that he was in his own quarters and the lamps were suitably dimmed. “Drink Up” he turned an eye (the head still hurt too much to try any manoeuvre) and tried a glare but it didn’t have the right impact.
He recognised the potion smell, one of his, a hangover cure. His stomach rebelled at the thought of anything else gaining access and he froze where he lay room spinning. “Dumbledore hates me you know” he groaned. **Ah Severus you’ve done the happy, done tired, done the mandatory talk on the white phone, now it’s time for the woe is me routine. Poor bastard**
Nocturnus gently lifted Severus’ head and forced the potion into him. **3, 2, 1** “Unhand me you cur. You’re only alive cause it’s illegal for me to kill you.” Severus hauled himself upright and flew across the room heaving open the door.
“Expect to be billed for the damage and replacement of everything you used. Now GET OUT” **Back to reality. Crash**
It had been quiet for sometime now. Voldemort had not been seen or even heard from for almost a week. On Severus’ arm the Dark Mark was still present and professed to his continued existence. It was no doubt the proverbial calm before the storm.
Finally cosseted in his Sanctum Sanctorum, Snape should have felt comfortable and safe but something was amiss. Armed with a bottle of Hagrids best fire whisky he slumped on his lounge ensconced before the fire, musing and fuming.
Dumbledores cheery face floated momentarily in the flames. “Severus we look forward to seeing you at breakfast” leaving no doubt that there was no other option. “So wonderful to have you back” Snape pried open one eye and snarled
Storming around his storerooms he mentally tallied his grievances, broken wards depleted ingredients misplaced utensils plus innumerable vials were missing almost an entire semesters supply. Someone probably that damned delusional DADA had been taking liberties with his laboratory and if that wasn’t bad enough his private stores too. That was pushing it and he wasn’t about to let it slip.
Even though care had been taken to return items to their respective places and the lab had been cleaned thoroughly it wasn’t good enough. Someone was going to have their neck in a noose before the day was out. Come breakfast time he descended on the Great Hall an ominous rabid cloud of indignation. Everyone was left in no doubt that Snape was back and in fine form.
Dumbledore seated at the Head Table observed him tentatively over his glasses as he flew past the house tables with robes billowing in his wake. He swooped on Nocturnus and leaning across the table spat “You better have a good story for the havoc you wrecked in my lab or so help me” “How lovely you could join us Severus please take a seat we’ll talk later” intoned Dumbledore inviting no further discussion.
Severus threw himself into his usual seat and glowered at the assembly. **I would rather it was one of my Slytherins than that pompous cretin** As he looked around the hall he noticed a number of familiar faces missing from the assembly.
Nocturnus who had the dubious honour of sitting beside him was obviously uncomfortable. Snape snarled just loud enough for his ears “If I said anything to offend you, please believe me”
Breakfast over and dosed up sufficiently on caffeine Severus was as amenable as he would ever be. With barely a tilt to his head Dumbledore signalled to Severus and Nocturnus to follow. In the privacy of his office he related the basic details of the ‘Event’ and left the finer points to Nocturnus.
“Lemon Sherbet?” Severus ignored him with ice around the edges. “You could have blown up the lab relocated Hogwarts to Merlin knows where and . . . .” he continued to rant and rave stalking back and forth, in a vain effort to wear a trench in the slate floor. Dumbledore raised an eyebrow and dropped a verbal boot.
Severus sagged into the closest seat, which had to scutter forward to catch him properly. “A student” pause. There was a long and agonising drink of silence where in you could have heard an owl fart. “A STUDENT IN MY LABORATORY, mutter mutter mutter, and a a a A GRYFFINDORE, mutter mutter mutter, need coffee.”
Dumbledore poured some coffee laced with a liberal helping of Hagrids Fire Whisky. Eventually Severus stopped spitting and muttering. Instead he settled for sage advice and gesticulating with his hands including the one that held the ‘coffee’. “You’re too quiet Dumbledork” he didn’t even notice the slip up “Good Coffee” hic “Snoooo, sooo what’s the other boot”
Dumbledore looked momentarily hurt. Even inebriated Snape was a quick study. “The Student concerned has been approved by the School Council and the Ministry of Magic for . . .” Snape impatiently waved him on “Come on now, drop the boot there’s a good Dumbledork (Snort)”
Dumbledore twinkled over his glasses if he was going to say this may as well enjoy the moment. “She has been approved as your new Potions Assistant”
Nocturnus and Dumbledore braced for the impending explosion. “ZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz” was a pleasant alternative. “Well” sparkled Dumbledore “I must say that went extremely well.”
“I think just a little too much on the additive there Albus” Remarked Nocturnus stating the painfully obvious. “Guess I have combined DADA and Potions Lessons today!!”
Snape awoke to the potent aroma of real coffee and the feeling that the entire London Symphony Orchestra brass and percussion sections had taken up residence in his head. **Should know better than to ever drink coffee with Dumbledore before midday. I’d rather go ten rounds with a basilisk**
Cracking open an eye he was relieved that he was in his own quarters and the lamps were suitably dimmed. “Drink Up” he turned an eye (the head still hurt too much to try any manoeuvre) and tried a glare but it didn’t have the right impact.
He recognised the potion smell, one of his, a hangover cure. His stomach rebelled at the thought of anything else gaining access and he froze where he lay room spinning. “Dumbledore hates me you know” he groaned. **Ah Severus you’ve done the happy, done tired, done the mandatory talk on the white phone, now it’s time for the woe is me routine. Poor bastard**
Nocturnus gently lifted Severus’ head and forced the potion into him. **3, 2, 1** “Unhand me you cur. You’re only alive cause it’s illegal for me to kill you.” Severus hauled himself upright and flew across the room heaving open the door.
“Expect to be billed for the damage and replacement of everything you used. Now GET OUT” **Back to reality. Crash**
It had been quiet for sometime now. Voldemort had not been seen or even heard from for almost a week. On Severus’ arm the Dark Mark was still present and professed to his continued existence. It was no doubt the proverbial calm before the storm.