Fic: Simmering Softly
Yes, I did it again, yet another one for the Mistaken Identity Challenge. Features implied slash, drug use, and a high Snape. Yes, I know, I like the bad boys far too much...*sigh*
Disclaimer: They belong to JKR.
Set: I'm thinking late 5th year
The stress was getting to the Potions Master. He had never been good with dealing with stress and usually ended up in some kind of self-induced self-destructive funk. What was he going to do with himself? Meeting with the Dark Lord had long since lost its glamour or its sense of terror, and merely became a chore--something he had to do.
He needed to escape, and so he slowly began what fellow Slytherin alum Aurora Sinistra called "playing". Soon enough, the 2 ounces of bay leaf were added to a very volatile potion and as the brew bwgan to simmer softly lovely blue fumes began to permeae the air and Severus Snape's lungs.
After a few moments he stirred the cauldron slightly, his eyes widening as the blue smoke turned pink. "Ooh...pretty." He tilted his head inquisitively and ran in a very indignified manner, to the supply closets, gasping as he pulled a gnarled Solomon's Seal root into a mortar and spelled the pestle to crush it as he quietly sang the school song to the tune of "Santa Ran Over a Death Eater on Midsummer Eve" He nervously tapped on his desk while the root was pulverised and then smiled as he dumped the powder into the cauldron.
Unfortunately, he hadn't been paying attention to the iron mortar as the fumes turned yellow and yelped loudly as he dropped the mortar on his foot. Dust from the root flew into the air, causing him to cough as beige dust flew into the air like a smokescreen.
Harry Potter had been innocently passing by the dungeons (as innocently as a Potter ever does) and heard the loud clang. His mind quickly jumped to the conclusion that someone must have attacked the greasy git of a Potions Master and ran into the room, wand at the ready. He blinked slightly as he sae no one in the room other than the dusty Professor. "Professor Snape, are you all right?" Harry asked, not lowering his wand.
Snape cocked his head to the side. "Potter? Is that you?"
"Yes, sir." Harry answered.
"James, you know you shouldn't be in the dungeons! if Walden ses you again..."
"Uh..." Harry wasn't sure if his teacher had finally lost it. "I'm Harry, sir. Are you feeling all right?"
"Harry?" Snape questioned. "Stupid boy. Never does anything right..." Snape mumbled returning to his cauldron and brushing what he could from his robes into the cauldron.
"Right." Harry repeated, wondering how he could get to Dumbledore. Obviously, Snape had gone completely mental.
"I told you Black would find out, didn't I, James?" Snape asked contentedly as he added myrrh to the cauldron. "It's just because he's been shagging that Lupin character that he hadn't figured it out yet."
"Sirius....and...and Remus?" Harry asked, turning a bit green.
"Yes, him." Snape said, rolling his eyes and then clapping as the fumes turned red. "Look, look, Gryffindor colours!"
"Uh huh." Harry repeated, still tryting to rid himself of certain images.
"Bellatrix is such a bitch." Severus continued, still not putting two and two together. "I still can't believe she sent that anonymous letter to Black just because I outed her and Cissa to their mother." He snorted slightly. "And you James..."
"Harry." The Boy-Who-Lived-to-Hear-Too-Much protested weakly.
"You should have told me what you were doing every month! Did you think I wouldn't get suspicious?"
Just then, Aurora Sinistra popped her head in the classroom. "Oi, Sev, d'you want to nip over to the cellars..."
"Rory!" Severus interrupted elatedly. "Glad you're here. I was just telling James..."
Aurora raised a sculpted eyebrow at him. "Rory? James? You've been mixing random potion ingredients and inhaling again haven't you?"
Severus shook his head, "No...well...maybe. Just a leetle!"
"When you let go man, you really let go." Aurora said with a sigh. "Go to bed, Potter, and we'll forget this ever happened. No points lost."
"No James, don't go!" Snape called out. "Let's shag...I mean dance..let's dance on the tables!"
"Shut up, Sev." Aurora snapped, slapping him on the face. "Or I will chain you up in Salazar's lab for a week and not let you out until you sober up and promise to let me in on the drugs next time!"
As Harry numbly wandered back to Gryffindor he knew without a doubt that he could never forget what just happened. Nope, not even with a memory Charm strong enough to lock him up next to Lockhart. As it stood, he'd have to write a letter to Sirius, and ask hiim a few questions.
Disclaimer: They belong to JKR.
Set: I'm thinking late 5th year
The stress was getting to the Potions Master. He had never been good with dealing with stress and usually ended up in some kind of self-induced self-destructive funk. What was he going to do with himself? Meeting with the Dark Lord had long since lost its glamour or its sense of terror, and merely became a chore--something he had to do.
He needed to escape, and so he slowly began what fellow Slytherin alum Aurora Sinistra called "playing". Soon enough, the 2 ounces of bay leaf were added to a very volatile potion and as the brew bwgan to simmer softly lovely blue fumes began to permeae the air and Severus Snape's lungs.
After a few moments he stirred the cauldron slightly, his eyes widening as the blue smoke turned pink. "Ooh...pretty." He tilted his head inquisitively and ran in a very indignified manner, to the supply closets, gasping as he pulled a gnarled Solomon's Seal root into a mortar and spelled the pestle to crush it as he quietly sang the school song to the tune of "Santa Ran Over a Death Eater on Midsummer Eve" He nervously tapped on his desk while the root was pulverised and then smiled as he dumped the powder into the cauldron.
Unfortunately, he hadn't been paying attention to the iron mortar as the fumes turned yellow and yelped loudly as he dropped the mortar on his foot. Dust from the root flew into the air, causing him to cough as beige dust flew into the air like a smokescreen.
Harry Potter had been innocently passing by the dungeons (as innocently as a Potter ever does) and heard the loud clang. His mind quickly jumped to the conclusion that someone must have attacked the greasy git of a Potions Master and ran into the room, wand at the ready. He blinked slightly as he sae no one in the room other than the dusty Professor. "Professor Snape, are you all right?" Harry asked, not lowering his wand.
Snape cocked his head to the side. "Potter? Is that you?"
"Yes, sir." Harry answered.
"James, you know you shouldn't be in the dungeons! if Walden ses you again..."
"Uh..." Harry wasn't sure if his teacher had finally lost it. "I'm Harry, sir. Are you feeling all right?"
"Harry?" Snape questioned. "Stupid boy. Never does anything right..." Snape mumbled returning to his cauldron and brushing what he could from his robes into the cauldron.
"Right." Harry repeated, wondering how he could get to Dumbledore. Obviously, Snape had gone completely mental.
"I told you Black would find out, didn't I, James?" Snape asked contentedly as he added myrrh to the cauldron. "It's just because he's been shagging that Lupin character that he hadn't figured it out yet."
"Sirius....and...and Remus?" Harry asked, turning a bit green.
"Yes, him." Snape said, rolling his eyes and then clapping as the fumes turned red. "Look, look, Gryffindor colours!"
"Uh huh." Harry repeated, still tryting to rid himself of certain images.
"Bellatrix is such a bitch." Severus continued, still not putting two and two together. "I still can't believe she sent that anonymous letter to Black just because I outed her and Cissa to their mother." He snorted slightly. "And you James..."
"Harry." The Boy-Who-Lived-to-Hear-Too-Much protested weakly.
"You should have told me what you were doing every month! Did you think I wouldn't get suspicious?"
Just then, Aurora Sinistra popped her head in the classroom. "Oi, Sev, d'you want to nip over to the cellars..."
"Rory!" Severus interrupted elatedly. "Glad you're here. I was just telling James..."
Aurora raised a sculpted eyebrow at him. "Rory? James? You've been mixing random potion ingredients and inhaling again haven't you?"
Severus shook his head, "No...well...maybe. Just a leetle!"
"When you let go man, you really let go." Aurora said with a sigh. "Go to bed, Potter, and we'll forget this ever happened. No points lost."
"No James, don't go!" Snape called out. "Let's shag...I mean dance..let's dance on the tables!"
"Shut up, Sev." Aurora snapped, slapping him on the face. "Or I will chain you up in Salazar's lab for a week and not let you out until you sober up and promise to let me in on the drugs next time!"
As Harry numbly wandered back to Gryffindor he knew without a doubt that he could never forget what just happened. Nope, not even with a memory Charm strong enough to lock him up next to Lockhart. As it stood, he'd have to write a letter to Sirius, and ask hiim a few questions.