Fire and Ice (Harry Potter, McGonagall/Snape)
TITLE: Fire and Ice
AUTHOR: mouseydork
FANDOM: Harry Potter
PAIRING: Minerva McGonagall, Severus Snape
RATING: PG
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This contains spoilers up through and including Deathly Hallows. This is also my first piece of Harry Potter fanfiction. It's cozy yet unfamiliar. I enjoy it.
SUMMARY:
It was in his office where they first exchanged heated words. To her, it belonged to Albus and she had no inkling that he felt the same way.
“Minerva,” he tried as she entered the room. His attempts were met with an icy stare that said, quite clearly, that he was to refer to her as nothing less than “Professor McGonagall.”
She’d been called up on the pretense that she was going to receive a stern lecture regarding the revolution that was so clearly being led by members of her house. Really, it was about his overwhelming desire to tell her, to tell someone, what was really going on.
Despite his frosty exterior, there were times when Severus Snape found himself torn apart by his emotions. It could be said that the exterior came from a subconscious desire to hide everything that made him who he was.
He’d loved Lily Evans in his youth and he knew he would always love Lily Potter. Ten years after her death had been too soon, too late to look into her eyes once more. Seeing those green almonds staring up at him day after day for nine months out of every year for six years had been torture. It was made worse given that the boy had his father’s looks in nearly every other regard.
There were so many reasons Snape had to dislike Harry. And yet those eyes would always remind him of his purpose.
He’d been an idiot during his time at Hogwarts, a complete and utter fool. Had he listened to Lily, ignoring her sickening allegiance to James, maybe all of this could have been avoided…
No. That was ridiculous logic. His forming bonds among his own house had little to do with the Dark Lord’s first rising. Voldemort would have come into being whether or not Snape continued to shadow Lily. But it might have been easier to listen if she’d been in his house.
It made sense that Lily had been a Gryffindor; her last moments defined the house. Still…
“Professor.” She seemed determined to get through this exchange using as few words as possible.
And he certainly couldn’t blame her.
In her eyes, he was everything to be despised. He’d formed a strong alliance with the Dark Lord and because of that alliance, he’d been personally responsible for Albus Dumbledore’s death.
He wanted to show her how wrong she was and he’d been on the brink when he summoned her, but it couldn’t happen. Dumbledore believed in trust but, in his later years, he’d learned to be smart about it.
Not that either of them had reasons to doubt many of their colleagues but the fewer ears there were to hear, the fewer lips there were to slip.
“I need you to call off your house. Their behavior has been nothing short of reprehensible.”
“Perhaps if you gave them reason to trust you, they might cease this alleged behavior of their own accord.”
Perhaps Minerva was better fitted for the position of Divinations professor than anyone had given her credit for. His lips curled as he mentally noted that anyone would be more adept than Trelawney. She did have her moments of glory, but one or two accurate predictions do not a psychic make.
“I know you don’t trust me but Albus - ”
“Trusted you to the grave, I know.”
“There are some things, Professor, that even you may never see.” He’d wasted his time but her fire; he loved to see her eyes light up in that manner. There was something delightful about a woman who was full of rage and passion. “Do not forget to talk to your House. I don’t believe you wish for it to be done by myself.”
“I do not respond to threats, Severus.” A jab. She was fine with using his first name but when he uses hers, war breaks out. How he hated Gryffindors. Why was it that Slytherins had the reputation of being full of themselves when it clearly should have gone to their rivals.
“That was merely an observation. I doubt that you’d trust your precious Weasley girl in my hands and, as that’s the case, I was advising you to handle it.”
She stepped closer to him, her face merely inches from his. He could feel her hatred, it engulfed her being.
“In that case, I would advise you to not talk down to me.” Now it was she who seemed to be threatening him. Her kind could be stupid in their nobility. What he would do to her if he really put his faith in Voldemort…
He raised his chin so he could look down his nose at her. “I don’t believe you’re in a position to give advice, Minerva.”
She seemed to pause for a moment, as though there was something she needed to say. When she either couldn’t decide upon the words or decided against them entirely, she stormed out of the office in a huff.
He really must learn not to toy with her.
AUTHOR: mouseydork
FANDOM: Harry Potter
PAIRING: Minerva McGonagall, Severus Snape
RATING: PG
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This contains spoilers up through and including Deathly Hallows. This is also my first piece of Harry Potter fanfiction. It's cozy yet unfamiliar. I enjoy it.
SUMMARY:
It was in his office where they first exchanged heated words. To her, it belonged to Albus and she had no inkling that he felt the same way.
“Minerva,” he tried as she entered the room. His attempts were met with an icy stare that said, quite clearly, that he was to refer to her as nothing less than “Professor McGonagall.”
She’d been called up on the pretense that she was going to receive a stern lecture regarding the revolution that was so clearly being led by members of her house. Really, it was about his overwhelming desire to tell her, to tell someone, what was really going on.
Despite his frosty exterior, there were times when Severus Snape found himself torn apart by his emotions. It could be said that the exterior came from a subconscious desire to hide everything that made him who he was.
He’d loved Lily Evans in his youth and he knew he would always love Lily Potter. Ten years after her death had been too soon, too late to look into her eyes once more. Seeing those green almonds staring up at him day after day for nine months out of every year for six years had been torture. It was made worse given that the boy had his father’s looks in nearly every other regard.
There were so many reasons Snape had to dislike Harry. And yet those eyes would always remind him of his purpose.
He’d been an idiot during his time at Hogwarts, a complete and utter fool. Had he listened to Lily, ignoring her sickening allegiance to James, maybe all of this could have been avoided…
No. That was ridiculous logic. His forming bonds among his own house had little to do with the Dark Lord’s first rising. Voldemort would have come into being whether or not Snape continued to shadow Lily. But it might have been easier to listen if she’d been in his house.
It made sense that Lily had been a Gryffindor; her last moments defined the house. Still…
“Professor.” She seemed determined to get through this exchange using as few words as possible.
And he certainly couldn’t blame her.
In her eyes, he was everything to be despised. He’d formed a strong alliance with the Dark Lord and because of that alliance, he’d been personally responsible for Albus Dumbledore’s death.
He wanted to show her how wrong she was and he’d been on the brink when he summoned her, but it couldn’t happen. Dumbledore believed in trust but, in his later years, he’d learned to be smart about it.
Not that either of them had reasons to doubt many of their colleagues but the fewer ears there were to hear, the fewer lips there were to slip.
“I need you to call off your house. Their behavior has been nothing short of reprehensible.”
“Perhaps if you gave them reason to trust you, they might cease this alleged behavior of their own accord.”
Perhaps Minerva was better fitted for the position of Divinations professor than anyone had given her credit for. His lips curled as he mentally noted that anyone would be more adept than Trelawney. She did have her moments of glory, but one or two accurate predictions do not a psychic make.
“I know you don’t trust me but Albus - ”
“Trusted you to the grave, I know.”
“There are some things, Professor, that even you may never see.” He’d wasted his time but her fire; he loved to see her eyes light up in that manner. There was something delightful about a woman who was full of rage and passion. “Do not forget to talk to your House. I don’t believe you wish for it to be done by myself.”
“I do not respond to threats, Severus.” A jab. She was fine with using his first name but when he uses hers, war breaks out. How he hated Gryffindors. Why was it that Slytherins had the reputation of being full of themselves when it clearly should have gone to their rivals.
“That was merely an observation. I doubt that you’d trust your precious Weasley girl in my hands and, as that’s the case, I was advising you to handle it.”
She stepped closer to him, her face merely inches from his. He could feel her hatred, it engulfed her being.
“In that case, I would advise you to not talk down to me.” Now it was she who seemed to be threatening him. Her kind could be stupid in their nobility. What he would do to her if he really put his faith in Voldemort…
He raised his chin so he could look down his nose at her. “I don’t believe you’re in a position to give advice, Minerva.”
She seemed to pause for a moment, as though there was something she needed to say. When she either couldn’t decide upon the words or decided against them entirely, she stormed out of the office in a huff.
He really must learn not to toy with her.