Fires [Part XII- XIV]
Title: Fires
Rating: T
Summary: Severus
learns the hard way that bloodlines show up when you need them, not when
you want them. Aka: genetics are a bitch. creature!Snape
[Severus-centric with a SSRL(snupin) flavor.]
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter.
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[Part I] [Part II] [Part III- V] [ Part VI- VIII] [Part IX- XI]
XII
Regulus Black is one of those kids that Severus notices because they’re too stupid to stay in the shadows. He may be the opposite of Sirius in many ways, but there is no way they aren’t related. The way they both take up space in a room makes their presence undeniable.
After watching the Black heir for a while, Severus decides that he likes him. He’s smart (in a book sense more than “street” sense) and witty, he has that dark smile Severus remembers. That smile that hides sadness and pride quietly so that no one notices. Severus sees himself in the young Black, and the desire to protect that spark of innocence for as long as he can is ignited before he can properly decipher what he is feeling.
“Ever heard of Fiend-fire?” Onyx meets intrigued brown.
“I hear you’re good at it.” Severus smirks, and with a tilt of his head asks if Regulus wants to learn.
XIII
It is the flash of red hair that tips Severus off that Lily was on the battlefield. He stands still only for a moment, watching her firing spells, becoming obviously overwhelmed by the death eater she is dueling. No…he breathed, no no no no no.
He’s already lost her affection, he argues, but the fire roars through him as he feels the need to protect. She is his sister…the only woman he loves more than himself…the only woman he can ever love and he isn’t going to let her die.
His clothes burst into flame as he rushes, an arching blast of flame, to intercept the purple hex that would have hit her dead in the chest. Nonononono. He will never watch her die right in from of him.
He set the battlefield aglow, obliterating everything in his path.
XIV
I’m made of flame, he realizes, looking down at his body. I look like a devil. He turns to Lily, his best friend and sister, and she returns his gaze with fear. His heart starts bleeding anew. “My sister.” He whispers, gently touching her cheek. Kashatrii. The flames don’t hurt her, but she staggers back at his touch.
“Monster.” He grins grimly at her revulsion, hand dropping to his side.
I know.
AN: Alright, so I've been struggling to find a good name for what Lily is to Severus... she's like a Sister of the soul... someone that holds his complete trust... but she's also someone that holds a part of his heart romantically. This combined with the fact that I've made Ifrit's rather... war oriented and in need of clan, has lead me to calling her Kashatrii, which is Hindi for Warrior, but feminized with the use of "i." I consulted with my India friend and she said that it made sense, so on complaints or some such. I'm just trying my best.
[Part XV - XVIII]
Rating: T
Summary: Severus
learns the hard way that bloodlines show up when you need them, not when
you want them. Aka: genetics are a bitch. creature!Snape
[Severus-centric with a SSRL(snupin) flavor.]
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter.
.
[Part I] [Part II] [Part III- V] [ Part VI- VIII] [Part IX- XI]
XII
Regulus Black is one of those kids that Severus notices because they’re too stupid to stay in the shadows. He may be the opposite of Sirius in many ways, but there is no way they aren’t related. The way they both take up space in a room makes their presence undeniable.
After watching the Black heir for a while, Severus decides that he likes him. He’s smart (in a book sense more than “street” sense) and witty, he has that dark smile Severus remembers. That smile that hides sadness and pride quietly so that no one notices. Severus sees himself in the young Black, and the desire to protect that spark of innocence for as long as he can is ignited before he can properly decipher what he is feeling.
“Ever heard of Fiend-fire?” Onyx meets intrigued brown.
“I hear you’re good at it.” Severus smirks, and with a tilt of his head asks if Regulus wants to learn.
XIII
It is the flash of red hair that tips Severus off that Lily was on the battlefield. He stands still only for a moment, watching her firing spells, becoming obviously overwhelmed by the death eater she is dueling. No…he breathed, no no no no no.
He’s already lost her affection, he argues, but the fire roars through him as he feels the need to protect. She is his sister…the only woman he loves more than himself…the only woman he can ever love and he isn’t going to let her die.
His clothes burst into flame as he rushes, an arching blast of flame, to intercept the purple hex that would have hit her dead in the chest. Nonononono. He will never watch her die right in from of him.
He set the battlefield aglow, obliterating everything in his path.
XIV
I’m made of flame, he realizes, looking down at his body. I look like a devil. He turns to Lily, his best friend and sister, and she returns his gaze with fear. His heart starts bleeding anew. “My sister.” He whispers, gently touching her cheek. Kashatrii. The flames don’t hurt her, but she staggers back at his touch.
“Monster.” He grins grimly at her revulsion, hand dropping to his side.
I know.
AN: Alright, so I've been struggling to find a good name for what Lily is to Severus... she's like a Sister of the soul... someone that holds his complete trust... but she's also someone that holds a part of his heart romantically. This combined with the fact that I've made Ifrit's rather... war oriented and in need of clan, has lead me to calling her Kashatrii, which is Hindi for Warrior, but feminized with the use of "i." I consulted with my India friend and she said that it made sense, so on complaints or some such. I'm just trying my best.
[Part XV - XVIII]