Not Your Average Idiot.
On a writing spree lately. Remember when I posted the first chapter of my young Snape fic? Of course you don't.
For your reference - CHAPTER I: A Savage Silence.
I'm sorry for being so slack. And in all seriousness... please comment. Even if it's just to tell me that you've read it - it's the only way I know I'm on the right track & that I'm not actually doing this for nothing.
Title: Malady of a Prince.
Chapter: 2/?
Word count: 1 672.
Rating: PG.
Warnings: Swearing.
Disclaimer: Do not own any of these characters. J.K. Rowling got there before me.
CHAPTER II: Not Your Average Idiot.
He had no idea how on earth she had managed to persuade him, not to mention the overshadowing issue of why - but to Severus’s great disgust, Tobias had stomped up to his room early that morning, thrown open the door and violently kicked the foot of his bed; and when Severus had poked his head out of the covers and pried open his eyes with begrudging effort, he bellowed at him: “get up, you lazy sod. We’re going out.”
“Ungh.”
The shifting of springs. Another kick.
Furiously blinking the sleep from his eyes, Severus looked over his shoulder in time to see a cloud of black flying towards him and strike him directly in the face. It took him a few moments to realise that Tobias had hurled his coat at his head. Pulling the atrociously old and smelly Muggle item away from him, Severus rubbed his face viciously to rid himself of any confusion over dream and reality. This was soon forgone as his father swiftly placed his mouth directly in contact with Severus’s right ear and shrieked.
“DOWNSTAIRS. NOW.”
Severus has inwardly jumped out of his skin but gave Tobias no satisfaction in that knowledge. The door slammed with such force that the windows shook. Severus was surprised he had any windows at all. He clenched his teeth, closed his eyes shut for a moment to calm himself, thought of his mother downstairs all alone, and willed himself to get dressed and pull on the ugly coat that reeked of cigarette smoke. As he appeared on the landing he suddenly remembered the sight that must have met Tobias’s eyes when he entered his son’s room… Hogwarts textbooks… textbooks… it wouldn’t be the first time Tobias had ripped one of ‘those’ books to shreds; he usually locked them in his Hogwarts chest, of course, but he had been studying into the early hours of the morning last night…
Without a second thought, Severus sprinted back across the landing to his bedroom with superlative speed. He fell to his knees and scavenged around like a madman before he hooked his hand around it. He felt his muscles relax slightly. It was alright. He hadn’t touched his Potions book, as long as he hadn’t touched-
“SEVERUS, I’M GETTING CROSS!”
Severus couldn’t help but snort.
“And what does your father do, Severus?” he mumbled under his breath derisively as he quickly moved around his room, hiding his books out of sight and placing the Advanced Potions book into the folds of his coat, “oh, he invents blatant euphemisms for a living, ma’am…”
~
It was still lightly drizzling as the run-down car aggressively budged down the road. Tobias was being completely obnoxious, as usual, and every sound that came out of his mouth made Severus grimace and turn his head violently in the opposite direction, to instead stare out of the window at each streetlamp that whizzed by. Tobias had turned on the radio and started tapping the steering wheel out of time with the music.
Severus never listened to Muggle music; Tobias often stated that it was one of the (many) reasons why Severus did not bring friends around on the holidays - he would then correct himself, stating “well, if you had friends…” as if he knew anything at all about his school life whatsoever, as if his son were just some Muggle.
Oh how different things would have been if he had been a Muggle. Severus only had a few broken memories of his life before he knew of magic - and they all included a much happier Tobias.
“Where was mother this morning?” Severus stated rather loudly as to force Tobias to turn down the nauseating pop song crackling from the speakers, one of which had it’s covering hanging by a single wire. Tobias didn’t touch the volume. He simply shrugged and muttered a word Severus couldn’t comprehend over the noise.
Severus stared resolutely at a red traffic light, feeling a slight headache coming on and trying to block out an image of a locked bathroom door. After a few seconds of shifting around in his seat and clenching his fists he reached over and turned the volume to an almost inaudible level.
“Excuse me!” his father snapped viciously.
“I have a headache.”
“You’re a bloody weakling, that’s why,” Tobias spat back. “if you stopped locking yourself in your dark room all day like a hermit, reading and reading and God knows what you do in-”
“Where did you say mother was?” Severus interrupted.
“-haps then you’d stop whining about aches and pains and stop being such a fucking pansy about it. What?”
“Where was mother this morning?”
“Christ’s sake, boy, she’s in bed!” Tobias yelled before turning the radio back up to full-volume again and then yelling ever louder, “she’s not feeling herself today. I hope you bloody apologise to her ‘n all!”
“Me? Why?” Severus said this more out of second nature; he didn’t really care. Tobias generally blamed everyone’s problems on the basic fact that Severus existed at the same time as they did. But he could not suppress the concern that Eileen hadn’t been downstairs that morning; he knew his father well, and he knew that he generally used ailments as an excuse for Eileen’s refusal to come out of locked rooms. But it was not like her not to say good morning to her son before she did so.
Tobias was again trying and failing to hurl insults over the noise, but by that stage Severus had returned to following the streetlamps - distracting himself with thoughts of how many quills he would need to purchase this year.
~
To his great relief, Tobias did not accompany Severus further into London. With a nasty smirk on his face he stopped the car just outside the tube station and stated from here, Severus was to go alone and he was to make his way back home via the floo network. It was raining heavily at this stage and his father did not help this situation by scattering the contents of a puddle all over Severus’s robes as he quickly made his exit - probably to the nearest pub. Drenched, cursing and secretly hoping that Tobias would crash the car in his drunken state on the way home, Severus glanced disdainfully at the station but decided to make his way out of the rain. Apparation would be too risky.
A few minutes later he found himself inside the Leaky Cauldron. Only this time it felt… odd. Every single time Severus had been to Diagon Alley his mother had always insisted that she accompany him. She did absolutely no practical help so him whatsoever, only fuss about his school robes getting to small and complaining about how much new ones would cost as if Severus was growing taller just to spite her. Nevertheless, he could not deny that the lack of her petty fussing put him on edge. His defence mechanism had gone into overload.
Clutching his wand, he made his way cautiously into Knockturn Alley.
It had become almost second nature for Severus to make that ‘wrong turn’. School books, school robes and your average idiots potion ingredients could wait; looking around to see if anyone had taken an interest in his presence - he took out his book and pulled out a small piece of parchment with a series of scribbled ingredients.
Bottles chinking at his side as he walked, Severus felt only slightly more satisfied has the ever-dreary task of shopping for your more average supplies awaited him. If his mother were here they would have had it done in the half the time, regardless if Severus had complained that he didn’t need her there each and every time. His mood had grown considerably darker - he could not put a finger on it, but uneasiness had etched itself into his pores. He had just stepped out of Flourish and Blotts when -
“Snivelly!”
Severus felt a small despondent breath escape his lips as he rolled his eyes behind half-closed eyelids. James Potter and Sirius Black stood a couple of yards away, near the opposing shop. Great…
“No mother this time, Snivelly?” Black perked up, moving slowly toward him as Severus’ hand dived into the pocket containing his wand. “Finally saw sense, did she?”
“Shut-up and get out of my way, Black” Severus spat, drawing out his wand and sneering to the high-heavens. Black and Potter returned the favour.
“You try anything like last year, Snivellus, and we’ll only have the perfect excuse to get you expelled.” Potter warned.
“They’ll never know. It’s your word against mine, Potter.” Severus spat with a sharply raised eyebrow, “do you really think Slughorn or the Headmaster will believe a couple of dolts who have had detention assigned to them more than I’ve had hot dinners?”
Black chuckled. “Hot dinners? Snivellus? By the look of your mother I’d always imagined that you were fed virgins blood-”
BAM!
Beginning with Severus - a series of red and green sparks had erupted from all three boys wands, only broken by passer-by’s physically restraining each of them. Severus was most adamant to break free of the restrain administered on him by one of the strangers.
“You wait… you just wait…” he snarled between viciously trying to release himself. Before he could get himself together, however, Black and Potter had headed around the corner - faint laughter following them closely.
The anger now pounding through every vein in his body did nothing to obstruct the blood now gushing from the deep wound across his throat. Turning away from the gazes of the obnoxiously nosy crowd that had now assembled, Severus pulled the collar of his coat up around his neck and stalked off in the deliberate opposite direction, muttering odious slurs.
Time was now more imperative than ever. He would make sure that they would get their warranted comeuppance.
~*~
To Be Contiuned... REALLY this time.
And now I must head off to my new job as a dairy filler. Yay.
For your reference - CHAPTER I: A Savage Silence.
I'm sorry for being so slack. And in all seriousness... please comment. Even if it's just to tell me that you've read it - it's the only way I know I'm on the right track & that I'm not actually doing this for nothing.
Title: Malady of a Prince.
Chapter: 2/?
Word count: 1 672.
Rating: PG.
Warnings: Swearing.
Disclaimer: Do not own any of these characters. J.K. Rowling got there before me.
CHAPTER II: Not Your Average Idiot.
He had no idea how on earth she had managed to persuade him, not to mention the overshadowing issue of why - but to Severus’s great disgust, Tobias had stomped up to his room early that morning, thrown open the door and violently kicked the foot of his bed; and when Severus had poked his head out of the covers and pried open his eyes with begrudging effort, he bellowed at him: “get up, you lazy sod. We’re going out.”
“Ungh.”
The shifting of springs. Another kick.
Furiously blinking the sleep from his eyes, Severus looked over his shoulder in time to see a cloud of black flying towards him and strike him directly in the face. It took him a few moments to realise that Tobias had hurled his coat at his head. Pulling the atrociously old and smelly Muggle item away from him, Severus rubbed his face viciously to rid himself of any confusion over dream and reality. This was soon forgone as his father swiftly placed his mouth directly in contact with Severus’s right ear and shrieked.
“DOWNSTAIRS. NOW.”
Severus has inwardly jumped out of his skin but gave Tobias no satisfaction in that knowledge. The door slammed with such force that the windows shook. Severus was surprised he had any windows at all. He clenched his teeth, closed his eyes shut for a moment to calm himself, thought of his mother downstairs all alone, and willed himself to get dressed and pull on the ugly coat that reeked of cigarette smoke. As he appeared on the landing he suddenly remembered the sight that must have met Tobias’s eyes when he entered his son’s room… Hogwarts textbooks… textbooks… it wouldn’t be the first time Tobias had ripped one of ‘those’ books to shreds; he usually locked them in his Hogwarts chest, of course, but he had been studying into the early hours of the morning last night…
Without a second thought, Severus sprinted back across the landing to his bedroom with superlative speed. He fell to his knees and scavenged around like a madman before he hooked his hand around it. He felt his muscles relax slightly. It was alright. He hadn’t touched his Potions book, as long as he hadn’t touched-
“SEVERUS, I’M GETTING CROSS!”
Severus couldn’t help but snort.
“And what does your father do, Severus?” he mumbled under his breath derisively as he quickly moved around his room, hiding his books out of sight and placing the Advanced Potions book into the folds of his coat, “oh, he invents blatant euphemisms for a living, ma’am…”
~
It was still lightly drizzling as the run-down car aggressively budged down the road. Tobias was being completely obnoxious, as usual, and every sound that came out of his mouth made Severus grimace and turn his head violently in the opposite direction, to instead stare out of the window at each streetlamp that whizzed by. Tobias had turned on the radio and started tapping the steering wheel out of time with the music.
Severus never listened to Muggle music; Tobias often stated that it was one of the (many) reasons why Severus did not bring friends around on the holidays - he would then correct himself, stating “well, if you had friends…” as if he knew anything at all about his school life whatsoever, as if his son were just some Muggle.
Oh how different things would have been if he had been a Muggle. Severus only had a few broken memories of his life before he knew of magic - and they all included a much happier Tobias.
“Where was mother this morning?” Severus stated rather loudly as to force Tobias to turn down the nauseating pop song crackling from the speakers, one of which had it’s covering hanging by a single wire. Tobias didn’t touch the volume. He simply shrugged and muttered a word Severus couldn’t comprehend over the noise.
Severus stared resolutely at a red traffic light, feeling a slight headache coming on and trying to block out an image of a locked bathroom door. After a few seconds of shifting around in his seat and clenching his fists he reached over and turned the volume to an almost inaudible level.
“Excuse me!” his father snapped viciously.
“I have a headache.”
“You’re a bloody weakling, that’s why,” Tobias spat back. “if you stopped locking yourself in your dark room all day like a hermit, reading and reading and God knows what you do in-”
“Where did you say mother was?” Severus interrupted.
“-haps then you’d stop whining about aches and pains and stop being such a fucking pansy about it. What?”
“Where was mother this morning?”
“Christ’s sake, boy, she’s in bed!” Tobias yelled before turning the radio back up to full-volume again and then yelling ever louder, “she’s not feeling herself today. I hope you bloody apologise to her ‘n all!”
“Me? Why?” Severus said this more out of second nature; he didn’t really care. Tobias generally blamed everyone’s problems on the basic fact that Severus existed at the same time as they did. But he could not suppress the concern that Eileen hadn’t been downstairs that morning; he knew his father well, and he knew that he generally used ailments as an excuse for Eileen’s refusal to come out of locked rooms. But it was not like her not to say good morning to her son before she did so.
Tobias was again trying and failing to hurl insults over the noise, but by that stage Severus had returned to following the streetlamps - distracting himself with thoughts of how many quills he would need to purchase this year.
~
To his great relief, Tobias did not accompany Severus further into London. With a nasty smirk on his face he stopped the car just outside the tube station and stated from here, Severus was to go alone and he was to make his way back home via the floo network. It was raining heavily at this stage and his father did not help this situation by scattering the contents of a puddle all over Severus’s robes as he quickly made his exit - probably to the nearest pub. Drenched, cursing and secretly hoping that Tobias would crash the car in his drunken state on the way home, Severus glanced disdainfully at the station but decided to make his way out of the rain. Apparation would be too risky.
A few minutes later he found himself inside the Leaky Cauldron. Only this time it felt… odd. Every single time Severus had been to Diagon Alley his mother had always insisted that she accompany him. She did absolutely no practical help so him whatsoever, only fuss about his school robes getting to small and complaining about how much new ones would cost as if Severus was growing taller just to spite her. Nevertheless, he could not deny that the lack of her petty fussing put him on edge. His defence mechanism had gone into overload.
Clutching his wand, he made his way cautiously into Knockturn Alley.
It had become almost second nature for Severus to make that ‘wrong turn’. School books, school robes and your average idiots potion ingredients could wait; looking around to see if anyone had taken an interest in his presence - he took out his book and pulled out a small piece of parchment with a series of scribbled ingredients.
Bottles chinking at his side as he walked, Severus felt only slightly more satisfied has the ever-dreary task of shopping for your more average supplies awaited him. If his mother were here they would have had it done in the half the time, regardless if Severus had complained that he didn’t need her there each and every time. His mood had grown considerably darker - he could not put a finger on it, but uneasiness had etched itself into his pores. He had just stepped out of Flourish and Blotts when -
“Snivelly!”
Severus felt a small despondent breath escape his lips as he rolled his eyes behind half-closed eyelids. James Potter and Sirius Black stood a couple of yards away, near the opposing shop. Great…
“No mother this time, Snivelly?” Black perked up, moving slowly toward him as Severus’ hand dived into the pocket containing his wand. “Finally saw sense, did she?”
“Shut-up and get out of my way, Black” Severus spat, drawing out his wand and sneering to the high-heavens. Black and Potter returned the favour.
“You try anything like last year, Snivellus, and we’ll only have the perfect excuse to get you expelled.” Potter warned.
“They’ll never know. It’s your word against mine, Potter.” Severus spat with a sharply raised eyebrow, “do you really think Slughorn or the Headmaster will believe a couple of dolts who have had detention assigned to them more than I’ve had hot dinners?”
Black chuckled. “Hot dinners? Snivellus? By the look of your mother I’d always imagined that you were fed virgins blood-”
BAM!
Beginning with Severus - a series of red and green sparks had erupted from all three boys wands, only broken by passer-by’s physically restraining each of them. Severus was most adamant to break free of the restrain administered on him by one of the strangers.
“You wait… you just wait…” he snarled between viciously trying to release himself. Before he could get himself together, however, Black and Potter had headed around the corner - faint laughter following them closely.
The anger now pounding through every vein in his body did nothing to obstruct the blood now gushing from the deep wound across his throat. Turning away from the gazes of the obnoxiously nosy crowd that had now assembled, Severus pulled the collar of his coat up around his neck and stalked off in the deliberate opposite direction, muttering odious slurs.
Time was now more imperative than ever. He would make sure that they would get their warranted comeuppance.
~*~
To Be Contiuned... REALLY this time.
And now I must head off to my new job as a dairy filler. Yay.