FICLET: The Key, HP, SS/SB, G
Just a very little something I didn't have the heart to throw completely away. Possibly a bit AU, but isn't everything?:)
Title: The Key
Author: Kleio (kleio_the_muse)
Rating: G
Word count: 849
Pairing: Severus Snape/Sirius Black
Summary: Just a little ficlet, left over from another story. Takes place around the time when Pettigrew betrayed the Potters.
A/N: Thank you, musigneus, for the quick beta! And also many thanks to trobadora for clearing my noggin:) *hugs*
It was a small and musty room with straw on the flagstones and a man in chains on the wall - a testimony that yes, there still were people who bothered with tradition.
The man looked rather young, probably still in his twenties, but the time spent in chains hadn't done him any favours. His long black hair was tangled and clinging to his face and the rags of his clothing revealed more than they hid.
"Feeling talkative, are we, Black?" A man with black and rather greasy hair walked closer to the half-naked figure hanging limp in the chains.
"Sod off, Snape." The voice was tired but determined, the kind willing to go all the way but in no real hurry. "I'd rather die than tell you and your Death Eaters anything."
The two dodgy-looking figures standing right behind Snape both grinned the grin of bad, evil things just waiting to happen.
"I assure you, we have no intention of letting you off that easily." Snape gestured the other two to help themselves to a table loaded with all kinds of torturing goodies. "As a matter of fact, my orders are to let you out of this world as slowly and painfully as possible."
Black looked suddenly more alert, as if actually interested in his pending death for the first time.
"Apparently," his soon-to-be-torturer continued, "the Dark Lord now knows what I've been quite certain of for years - that you are absolutely of no significance to anyone." He walked right up to the man in chains and, grabbing him by the hair, forced his head back. "You mean nothing, Black. Nothing."
"Then, ask yourself," Black hissed between his teeth, "why go to all this trouble to tell me that?"
The look in Snape's eyes didn't match the sneer on his lips.
"Good bye."
And to the surprise of everyone in the room that wasn't him, Snape gave the man a very long and very violent kiss right on the lips.
The kiss was broken as swiftly as it had began and Black was left staring blankly ahead.
As if nothing had happened, Snape turned around and started talking to the two Death Eaters, making well-educated suggestions as to their choice of weaponry.
It all happened so fast that a couple of ill-timed blinks would've made a casual observer miss it completely. One minute the man in chains was making funny faces with something small and shiny flashing between his teeth, and the next he was free of his chains and reaching for a bit of wood lying on the floor.
The plank hit Snape hard on the head, sending him face down onto the flagstones, and before his fellow Death Eaters could so much as close their open mouths, Black had already got his hands on Snape's wand and flung a bolt of red light at the two of them. With one beautifully synchronised thump they fell to the floor, stupefied.
Black took hold of the still unconscious Snape and dragged him over by the wall.
"I don't know what the devil you're playing at, Snape, but I'll be damned if I let you get off with a mere concussion."
With some effort he managed to push the unconscious man up against the wall and snap the chains onto his wrists. The roles had changed in little less than no time at all.
"You bastard..." came a muffled voice from underneath the mess of greasy black hair. "Nearly knocked my eyes out with that."
"And you nearly made me choke on my own sick with that little stunt you pulled," came Black's reply, though with less annoyance and much more disgust. "What is this? Why did you let me go? And most importantly, why like that?"
"Save it. Just get out of here while you still can. Something's happening."
"I'll say something happening, all right! You just spit a key into my mouth, you greasy git!"
"So you should just thank me politely and leave." There was definite hint of a smirk on Snape's lips and it didn't imply anything good.
"Why did you let me go? Answer me!"
"My motives are but my own."
Glaring at the sphinx of a man, Black stepped closer, then suddenly bent over and searched for something in the straw. When he got up, he was holding a little key in his hand.
"I suppose you'll need this," he said, brandishing the key in Snape's face. "Although, it might be rather fun to have you explain your current situation to your precious lord."
"Just go already, you fool." The words were not so much said as dropped off as rubbish. "I don't need your help, I never need anything from you."
But Black made no attempt to leave. Instead, he leaned even closer and grabbed the chained man by the hair, not unlike Snape had done to him before.
"You know what you really need, Snape?" Black whispered, his face now awfully close to the other man's.
Exaggeratedly slowly he opened his mouth and placed the little key on his tongue.
Title: The Key
Author: Kleio (kleio_the_muse)
Rating: G
Word count: 849
Pairing: Severus Snape/Sirius Black
Summary: Just a little ficlet, left over from another story. Takes place around the time when Pettigrew betrayed the Potters.
A/N: Thank you, musigneus, for the quick beta! And also many thanks to trobadora for clearing my noggin:) *hugs*
It was a small and musty room with straw on the flagstones and a man in chains on the wall - a testimony that yes, there still were people who bothered with tradition.
The man looked rather young, probably still in his twenties, but the time spent in chains hadn't done him any favours. His long black hair was tangled and clinging to his face and the rags of his clothing revealed more than they hid.
"Feeling talkative, are we, Black?" A man with black and rather greasy hair walked closer to the half-naked figure hanging limp in the chains.
"Sod off, Snape." The voice was tired but determined, the kind willing to go all the way but in no real hurry. "I'd rather die than tell you and your Death Eaters anything."
The two dodgy-looking figures standing right behind Snape both grinned the grin of bad, evil things just waiting to happen.
"I assure you, we have no intention of letting you off that easily." Snape gestured the other two to help themselves to a table loaded with all kinds of torturing goodies. "As a matter of fact, my orders are to let you out of this world as slowly and painfully as possible."
Black looked suddenly more alert, as if actually interested in his pending death for the first time.
"Apparently," his soon-to-be-torturer continued, "the Dark Lord now knows what I've been quite certain of for years - that you are absolutely of no significance to anyone." He walked right up to the man in chains and, grabbing him by the hair, forced his head back. "You mean nothing, Black. Nothing."
"Then, ask yourself," Black hissed between his teeth, "why go to all this trouble to tell me that?"
The look in Snape's eyes didn't match the sneer on his lips.
"Good bye."
And to the surprise of everyone in the room that wasn't him, Snape gave the man a very long and very violent kiss right on the lips.
The kiss was broken as swiftly as it had began and Black was left staring blankly ahead.
As if nothing had happened, Snape turned around and started talking to the two Death Eaters, making well-educated suggestions as to their choice of weaponry.
It all happened so fast that a couple of ill-timed blinks would've made a casual observer miss it completely. One minute the man in chains was making funny faces with something small and shiny flashing between his teeth, and the next he was free of his chains and reaching for a bit of wood lying on the floor.
The plank hit Snape hard on the head, sending him face down onto the flagstones, and before his fellow Death Eaters could so much as close their open mouths, Black had already got his hands on Snape's wand and flung a bolt of red light at the two of them. With one beautifully synchronised thump they fell to the floor, stupefied.
Black took hold of the still unconscious Snape and dragged him over by the wall.
"I don't know what the devil you're playing at, Snape, but I'll be damned if I let you get off with a mere concussion."
With some effort he managed to push the unconscious man up against the wall and snap the chains onto his wrists. The roles had changed in little less than no time at all.
"You bastard..." came a muffled voice from underneath the mess of greasy black hair. "Nearly knocked my eyes out with that."
"And you nearly made me choke on my own sick with that little stunt you pulled," came Black's reply, though with less annoyance and much more disgust. "What is this? Why did you let me go? And most importantly, why like that?"
"Save it. Just get out of here while you still can. Something's happening."
"I'll say something happening, all right! You just spit a key into my mouth, you greasy git!"
"So you should just thank me politely and leave." There was definite hint of a smirk on Snape's lips and it didn't imply anything good.
"Why did you let me go? Answer me!"
"My motives are but my own."
Glaring at the sphinx of a man, Black stepped closer, then suddenly bent over and searched for something in the straw. When he got up, he was holding a little key in his hand.
"I suppose you'll need this," he said, brandishing the key in Snape's face. "Although, it might be rather fun to have you explain your current situation to your precious lord."
"Just go already, you fool." The words were not so much said as dropped off as rubbish. "I don't need your help, I never need anything from you."
But Black made no attempt to leave. Instead, he leaned even closer and grabbed the chained man by the hair, not unlike Snape had done to him before.
"You know what you really need, Snape?" Black whispered, his face now awfully close to the other man's.
Exaggeratedly slowly he opened his mouth and placed the little key on his tongue.