Runes (Part One)
Title: Runes (Part One)
This is my take on the infamous Prank. Please be patient, I swear it gets better...
Setting: Sinth Year
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: R+
Words:
Summary: Sirius thinks he has the perfect plan, but...
Disclaimer: All the characters are the sole property of JK Rowling, yadda yadda yadda, you know how it works...
Note: All my fan fic is in the same universe, so while it may not be continuous, all stories are inter-related. You can read more:
Stories from their childhood: A Gift of Friendship 1 and A Gift of Friendship 2
Stories from their First Year: A Secret for a Secret and Private Secrets, Public Pain
Stories from their Fourth Year: Sleepless and Sleepless Part Two and High Truth on the Edge of the Roof and Nerves
Stories from Fifth Year: Animal Instincts
Stories from their Sixth Year: Total Eclipse
Stories from adulthood (end of Goblet of Fire era): Grimmauld Place and Transcendent Moment or Grimmauld Place in Inversion
Sirius Black was nursing an enormous erection. Unfortunately, he was also sitting in Ancient Runes. And, to add to the insult, he was sitting with Snape. Few at Hogwarts would fail to raise an eyebrow in surprise upon learning that Sirius Black's favorite class was Ancient Runes. Admittedly, he did not seem the type, fond as he was of making rude remarks and pulling fantastical pranks. He appeared the ultimate extrovert, full of energy and untamed enthusiasm, popular, admired, envied. Sirius knew everyone - and everyone claimed to know him - but he was understood only by a few. The fact remained that only four people truly knew Sirius Black. Yet, he still managed to constantly surprise them. The fact that he loved Ancient Runes, for example, was initially met with doubt and shock and James and Peter still secretly suspected that he took the class simply to be with Remus. But Moony, alone, knew the truth.
Sirius loved Runes because he loved symbols; he felt the power within them. For each spell he'd invented or used, he'd privately created an icon. Using and characters from foreign alphabets, Sirius would create his own written representations of spells. Of course, no one outside of Remus knew this. He secretly suspected that others would see this as slightly mad - or perhaps even Dark - so he kept it to himself. Sometimes Remus would help him with this project, offering up Sanskrit words or Chinese characters for him to use. Unbeknownst to Sirius, these offerings gave Remus confidence, for he secretly feared himself to be unworthy of Sirius and felt that anything - from exquisite blow jobs to researching esoteric alchemic symbols - would help make him more appealing. For his part, Sirius loved Remus unequivocally and bounded through life entirely unaware of Remus’ secret fears.
But today Sirius was sitting alone in class because Moony, damn him, was sick. Tonight was the full moon and Remus was in the Hospital Wing not because he was a werewolf, but because he had the flu. In fact, there was little chance he'd make it to the Shrieking Shack tonight, causing a frenzy of extra precautions in the Medical Wing. He could barely move. He'd been vomiting for days. His skin was a sickly green. He was running a temperature. And, worst of all, he’d left Sirius bored, lonely, and, above all, horny.
Ostensibly the Runes students were supposed to be taking a practice N.E.W.T. and then partnering to go over the test, but by tacit agreement (and the fact that both boys would prefer to drink their own bile than actually speak to one another), Sirius and Severus were each absorbed in their own worlds. Having seized upon the idea of getting a tattoo, Sirius was busy doodling away on a piece of parchment. He wanted to combine the ideas of "wolf" (symbolizing intuition, intellect, loyalty) and "dog" (symbolizing protection and fierce fidelity) in some sort of unified image, something that spoke of love and union written in the peculiar language of their own creation.
He sketched the graceful curve of the wolf's back and was reminded instantly of another equally graceful curve. He imagined himself planting light kisses, gently dragging his tongue, down the slight protuberance of Moony's spine, from the nape of his neck (where Sirius would take small, soft bites) to the delightful hollow just before the luscious rise of his arse (where he would lick lightly and furiously, driving Remus into a frenzy.) "Damn, but Moony has a beautiful arse." Sirius thought to himself. He allowed his mind to take this little fantasy further, perhaps even a little further than anything they'd tried in actual experience. He wanted to run his tongue along that delicious crack, he longed to…
"Hem, hem." Snape. A slip of parchment was shoved under Sirius' nose, bare but for a slightly uneven, squared arch, Uruz. Aurochs, the Runic symbol of sexual vitality, wildness, primitive mind, and male sexual potency. Looking down, it became quite clear to Sirius what, precisely, had attracted Severus' attention. ‘Think of Quidditch. Think of Quidditch”, he told himself, adding, “Think of Snape, that’ll kill a boner anytime.” Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the bemused smirk and punch-worthy look of superiority on his face. "Bugger off!" hissed Sirius.
"I'll leave the buggery to you, thank you very much."
"What the hell is that supposed to be mean?" whispered Sirius. Despite being the top students in the class, neither relished the idea of detention, so they tried to their voices calm and quiet.
"It means," sighed Snape, "that I am perfectly aware of what you and Remus Lupin are up to in your, shall we say, ‘extra-curricular’ activities."
"Fuck off, you greasy-haired git. You don't know shit."
This was met with silence and then, suddenly, the parchment was snatched back and replaced by another. This time it was Eihwaz. Yew, symbol of change, transformation, and understanding. To Sirius' great horror, drawn around it was a great circle representing, he supposed, the moon.
Snape was smiling, unfathomable and superior. “Oooh, I know,” he whispered mockingly. “I know all about what your ‘little friend’ really is. And I know where you go every full moon. It’s that tree. Oh, yes, I've seen you..."
"Outside... Now!” growled Sirius.
“Surely.”
Under the guise of needing to go to the restroom, Snape slipped out of the classroom, followed closely by Sirius. As soon as they reached the hallway, Sirius turned on the shorter boy with surprising calm, “So, what is it, exactly, that you think you know?”
Snape said nothing but simply lifted his chin and made a soft howling noise, so that it took everything in Sirius’ power not to slap the kid upside the head. Sirius’ heart beat wildly, but his breathing remained calm. “There has to a way out of this.” he prayed to himself. And then it dawned on him, the perfect plan. With Remus in the Hospital Wing for the night, anything was possible.
“Okay, Mr. Brilliance, I’ll make you a bet.” He drawled in what he hoped was a worryingly superior manner.
“A bet?”
“Yes, my slimy little friend, a bet.”
“What kind of bet?”
“I’m betting that you’re wrong about what you think, “ continued Sirius not looking away from Snape’s eyes. “And I bet you’re too scared to see for yourself.”
“What do you mean.”
“If you think you’re so smart, come to the Willow tonight. Go where you think we go. If you’re right, you’re right - and you win. But if you’re wrong - which you most certainly are - you’ll drop the subject completely and leave us all the hell alone.”
Snape tilted his head to the side, considering. “How to I get into the tree?” he asked.
“There’s a knot at the bottom, you just push it.”
Snape seemed to ponder this for a moment. “Fine.” He said at last. “You’re on. Shake on it.”
Sirius reluctantly shook his hand adding, “See you tonight… if you’re not too scared that is!” and then turned and loped down the hall. Students were pouring out of classes, the cold, grey November afternoon was coming to an end, and Sirius Black was happy. “What a perfect plan!” he thought to himself. On the way back to Gryffindor tower he met James and related the entire incident to him. “Oh, most excellent!” cried James. “That really is brilliant, you know! Hell, maybe we should go down and hide out in the tunnel just to scare him”
“Excellent” smiled Sirius. “Go find Moony is the Hospital Wing. I need to change. Meet you down there in fifteen minutes.”
Sirius ran for the tower and bounded up the stairs to the dormitory where he found himself alone. Quickly shucking off his robes, he loosened his tie and whipped off his shirt, but the small friction of his own trousers sliding over his crotch proved overwhelming and his thoughts turned, yet again, to Remus. “I’ve a few minutes to spare,” he thought and lay down on his bed wearing nothing but silk boxers and began to rub himself. “Moony has been gone three days and that’s just far too long to expect me to wait,” reasoned Sirius and then lapsed into an elaborate fantasy involving Remus taking him from behind on the back of a motorbike. In his fantasy, penetration wasn’t painful and Remus’ cock was sure and quick. In his mind his hands became Remus’ hands stroking frantically on his erection. Alone on the bed, Sirius moaned and thrashed, thrusting his hips forward as if into the strong, waiting hands of his lover and, after what seemed like an eternity, he came. Looking down at the creamy spray covering his stomach, he realized that he now had to take a shower. “Great, more time wasted,” he muttered and then sprinted off to the bathroom.
Fifteen minutes later (and well over twenty minutes late) he reached the Hospital Wing, but as he burst panting through the door he saw found the room deserted. “Moony? MOONY?” he called.
“For heaven’s sake, Mr. Black, keep your voice down!” scolded Madame Pomfrey rounding the corner. “Where’s Remus?” barked Sirius, desperate and frightened.
“Well, his fever broke this afternoon, so we gave him the choice and he chose to go to the Shack. Said he wanted to make sure everyone else would be safe. I told him not to, I saw how sick he was, but you Gryffindors, you always want to play the hero and prove to all how brave you are, so I was I to stop him?”
Sirius froze, panicked. “How long ago did he leave?” he asked cautiously. “About an hour ago, Sirius.” said an exasperated Pomfrey. “Moonrise was about ten minutes ago. Honestly, you claim to be his best friend and yet you never even look out the window?” She shook her head and wandered back toward her office, but Sirius was already sprinting across the lawn, running pell-mell toward the Willow. Driven only by fear and instinct, he did not even bother to transform to Padfoot, and kept his human form as he tore madly toward the Shack. Tears burned his eyes, mingling with the sweat of exertion, but Sirius kept running.
Halfway across the lawn he ran smack into James half-dragging a groggy Snape beside him. “Wha… happened...?” panted Sirius, but James just glared. “WHERE IN BLOODY HELL WERE YOU, YOU FUCKING BASTARD?” he bellowed. Snape lolled about, drooping on James arm. “Icouldntfindthewerewolfie…” he muttered vaguely, eyes rolling back in his head. James looked down in distaste and said, “Had to Obilviate him, the great bloody prat. He’d reached the Willow and was about seven steps away from being annihilated by a very, sick, very miserable werewolf!”
Sirius was speechless, utterly horrified, as the true ramifications hit him for the first time. “I’m sorry, oh fuck, I’m so sorry…” he stammered. “Snape could have been killed. I may hate the bastard, but I don’t want him dead. Worse, yet, Remus… Oh, shit, Remus. What would have happened to him? And James…shit!…you had to deal with it all by yourself…” The world whirled around him with dizzying speed and, for a moment, he feared he might feint.
“Okay, sorry I yelled at you, just help me out here, okay?” sighed James and Sirius obediently took Snape’s other side and dragged him back to the castle where they dropped him unceremoniously in front of the door to the Slytherin Common Room.
The pair was silent on the return to the Gryffindor Tower, James bouncing back and forth between rage and relief and Sirius fighting tears. Just before the portrait hole, Sirius turned to his best friend, “Okay, you get one punch. Give it your best shot.”
“What?”
“No, go ahead, I deserve it.”
James sighed and rolled his eyes. “Okay, just tell me why you were late.”
Sirius hesitated. “Shagging myself off…” he said after a minute.
He never saw the blow coming.
Comments are always appreciated!!!!
This is my take on the infamous Prank. Please be patient, I swear it gets better...
Setting: Sinth Year
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: R+
Words:
Summary: Sirius thinks he has the perfect plan, but...
Disclaimer: All the characters are the sole property of JK Rowling, yadda yadda yadda, you know how it works...
Note: All my fan fic is in the same universe, so while it may not be continuous, all stories are inter-related. You can read more:
Stories from their childhood: A Gift of Friendship 1 and A Gift of Friendship 2
Stories from their First Year: A Secret for a Secret and Private Secrets, Public Pain
Stories from their Fourth Year: Sleepless and Sleepless Part Two and High Truth on the Edge of the Roof and Nerves
Stories from Fifth Year: Animal Instincts
Stories from their Sixth Year: Total Eclipse
Stories from adulthood (end of Goblet of Fire era): Grimmauld Place and Transcendent Moment or Grimmauld Place in Inversion
Sirius Black was nursing an enormous erection. Unfortunately, he was also sitting in Ancient Runes. And, to add to the insult, he was sitting with Snape. Few at Hogwarts would fail to raise an eyebrow in surprise upon learning that Sirius Black's favorite class was Ancient Runes. Admittedly, he did not seem the type, fond as he was of making rude remarks and pulling fantastical pranks. He appeared the ultimate extrovert, full of energy and untamed enthusiasm, popular, admired, envied. Sirius knew everyone - and everyone claimed to know him - but he was understood only by a few. The fact remained that only four people truly knew Sirius Black. Yet, he still managed to constantly surprise them. The fact that he loved Ancient Runes, for example, was initially met with doubt and shock and James and Peter still secretly suspected that he took the class simply to be with Remus. But Moony, alone, knew the truth.
Sirius loved Runes because he loved symbols; he felt the power within them. For each spell he'd invented or used, he'd privately created an icon. Using and characters from foreign alphabets, Sirius would create his own written representations of spells. Of course, no one outside of Remus knew this. He secretly suspected that others would see this as slightly mad - or perhaps even Dark - so he kept it to himself. Sometimes Remus would help him with this project, offering up Sanskrit words or Chinese characters for him to use. Unbeknownst to Sirius, these offerings gave Remus confidence, for he secretly feared himself to be unworthy of Sirius and felt that anything - from exquisite blow jobs to researching esoteric alchemic symbols - would help make him more appealing. For his part, Sirius loved Remus unequivocally and bounded through life entirely unaware of Remus’ secret fears.
But today Sirius was sitting alone in class because Moony, damn him, was sick. Tonight was the full moon and Remus was in the Hospital Wing not because he was a werewolf, but because he had the flu. In fact, there was little chance he'd make it to the Shrieking Shack tonight, causing a frenzy of extra precautions in the Medical Wing. He could barely move. He'd been vomiting for days. His skin was a sickly green. He was running a temperature. And, worst of all, he’d left Sirius bored, lonely, and, above all, horny.
Ostensibly the Runes students were supposed to be taking a practice N.E.W.T. and then partnering to go over the test, but by tacit agreement (and the fact that both boys would prefer to drink their own bile than actually speak to one another), Sirius and Severus were each absorbed in their own worlds. Having seized upon the idea of getting a tattoo, Sirius was busy doodling away on a piece of parchment. He wanted to combine the ideas of "wolf" (symbolizing intuition, intellect, loyalty) and "dog" (symbolizing protection and fierce fidelity) in some sort of unified image, something that spoke of love and union written in the peculiar language of their own creation.
He sketched the graceful curve of the wolf's back and was reminded instantly of another equally graceful curve. He imagined himself planting light kisses, gently dragging his tongue, down the slight protuberance of Moony's spine, from the nape of his neck (where Sirius would take small, soft bites) to the delightful hollow just before the luscious rise of his arse (where he would lick lightly and furiously, driving Remus into a frenzy.) "Damn, but Moony has a beautiful arse." Sirius thought to himself. He allowed his mind to take this little fantasy further, perhaps even a little further than anything they'd tried in actual experience. He wanted to run his tongue along that delicious crack, he longed to…
"Hem, hem." Snape. A slip of parchment was shoved under Sirius' nose, bare but for a slightly uneven, squared arch, Uruz. Aurochs, the Runic symbol of sexual vitality, wildness, primitive mind, and male sexual potency. Looking down, it became quite clear to Sirius what, precisely, had attracted Severus' attention. ‘Think of Quidditch. Think of Quidditch”, he told himself, adding, “Think of Snape, that’ll kill a boner anytime.” Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the bemused smirk and punch-worthy look of superiority on his face. "Bugger off!" hissed Sirius.
"I'll leave the buggery to you, thank you very much."
"What the hell is that supposed to be mean?" whispered Sirius. Despite being the top students in the class, neither relished the idea of detention, so they tried to their voices calm and quiet.
"It means," sighed Snape, "that I am perfectly aware of what you and Remus Lupin are up to in your, shall we say, ‘extra-curricular’ activities."
"Fuck off, you greasy-haired git. You don't know shit."
This was met with silence and then, suddenly, the parchment was snatched back and replaced by another. This time it was Eihwaz. Yew, symbol of change, transformation, and understanding. To Sirius' great horror, drawn around it was a great circle representing, he supposed, the moon.
Snape was smiling, unfathomable and superior. “Oooh, I know,” he whispered mockingly. “I know all about what your ‘little friend’ really is. And I know where you go every full moon. It’s that tree. Oh, yes, I've seen you..."
"Outside... Now!” growled Sirius.
“Surely.”
Under the guise of needing to go to the restroom, Snape slipped out of the classroom, followed closely by Sirius. As soon as they reached the hallway, Sirius turned on the shorter boy with surprising calm, “So, what is it, exactly, that you think you know?”
Snape said nothing but simply lifted his chin and made a soft howling noise, so that it took everything in Sirius’ power not to slap the kid upside the head. Sirius’ heart beat wildly, but his breathing remained calm. “There has to a way out of this.” he prayed to himself. And then it dawned on him, the perfect plan. With Remus in the Hospital Wing for the night, anything was possible.
“Okay, Mr. Brilliance, I’ll make you a bet.” He drawled in what he hoped was a worryingly superior manner.
“A bet?”
“Yes, my slimy little friend, a bet.”
“What kind of bet?”
“I’m betting that you’re wrong about what you think, “ continued Sirius not looking away from Snape’s eyes. “And I bet you’re too scared to see for yourself.”
“What do you mean.”
“If you think you’re so smart, come to the Willow tonight. Go where you think we go. If you’re right, you’re right - and you win. But if you’re wrong - which you most certainly are - you’ll drop the subject completely and leave us all the hell alone.”
Snape tilted his head to the side, considering. “How to I get into the tree?” he asked.
“There’s a knot at the bottom, you just push it.”
Snape seemed to ponder this for a moment. “Fine.” He said at last. “You’re on. Shake on it.”
Sirius reluctantly shook his hand adding, “See you tonight… if you’re not too scared that is!” and then turned and loped down the hall. Students were pouring out of classes, the cold, grey November afternoon was coming to an end, and Sirius Black was happy. “What a perfect plan!” he thought to himself. On the way back to Gryffindor tower he met James and related the entire incident to him. “Oh, most excellent!” cried James. “That really is brilliant, you know! Hell, maybe we should go down and hide out in the tunnel just to scare him”
“Excellent” smiled Sirius. “Go find Moony is the Hospital Wing. I need to change. Meet you down there in fifteen minutes.”
Sirius ran for the tower and bounded up the stairs to the dormitory where he found himself alone. Quickly shucking off his robes, he loosened his tie and whipped off his shirt, but the small friction of his own trousers sliding over his crotch proved overwhelming and his thoughts turned, yet again, to Remus. “I’ve a few minutes to spare,” he thought and lay down on his bed wearing nothing but silk boxers and began to rub himself. “Moony has been gone three days and that’s just far too long to expect me to wait,” reasoned Sirius and then lapsed into an elaborate fantasy involving Remus taking him from behind on the back of a motorbike. In his fantasy, penetration wasn’t painful and Remus’ cock was sure and quick. In his mind his hands became Remus’ hands stroking frantically on his erection. Alone on the bed, Sirius moaned and thrashed, thrusting his hips forward as if into the strong, waiting hands of his lover and, after what seemed like an eternity, he came. Looking down at the creamy spray covering his stomach, he realized that he now had to take a shower. “Great, more time wasted,” he muttered and then sprinted off to the bathroom.
Fifteen minutes later (and well over twenty minutes late) he reached the Hospital Wing, but as he burst panting through the door he saw found the room deserted. “Moony? MOONY?” he called.
“For heaven’s sake, Mr. Black, keep your voice down!” scolded Madame Pomfrey rounding the corner. “Where’s Remus?” barked Sirius, desperate and frightened.
“Well, his fever broke this afternoon, so we gave him the choice and he chose to go to the Shack. Said he wanted to make sure everyone else would be safe. I told him not to, I saw how sick he was, but you Gryffindors, you always want to play the hero and prove to all how brave you are, so I was I to stop him?”
Sirius froze, panicked. “How long ago did he leave?” he asked cautiously. “About an hour ago, Sirius.” said an exasperated Pomfrey. “Moonrise was about ten minutes ago. Honestly, you claim to be his best friend and yet you never even look out the window?” She shook her head and wandered back toward her office, but Sirius was already sprinting across the lawn, running pell-mell toward the Willow. Driven only by fear and instinct, he did not even bother to transform to Padfoot, and kept his human form as he tore madly toward the Shack. Tears burned his eyes, mingling with the sweat of exertion, but Sirius kept running.
Halfway across the lawn he ran smack into James half-dragging a groggy Snape beside him. “Wha… happened...?” panted Sirius, but James just glared. “WHERE IN BLOODY HELL WERE YOU, YOU FUCKING BASTARD?” he bellowed. Snape lolled about, drooping on James arm. “Icouldntfindthewerewolfie…” he muttered vaguely, eyes rolling back in his head. James looked down in distaste and said, “Had to Obilviate him, the great bloody prat. He’d reached the Willow and was about seven steps away from being annihilated by a very, sick, very miserable werewolf!”
Sirius was speechless, utterly horrified, as the true ramifications hit him for the first time. “I’m sorry, oh fuck, I’m so sorry…” he stammered. “Snape could have been killed. I may hate the bastard, but I don’t want him dead. Worse, yet, Remus… Oh, shit, Remus. What would have happened to him? And James…shit!…you had to deal with it all by yourself…” The world whirled around him with dizzying speed and, for a moment, he feared he might feint.
“Okay, sorry I yelled at you, just help me out here, okay?” sighed James and Sirius obediently took Snape’s other side and dragged him back to the castle where they dropped him unceremoniously in front of the door to the Slytherin Common Room.
The pair was silent on the return to the Gryffindor Tower, James bouncing back and forth between rage and relief and Sirius fighting tears. Just before the portrait hole, Sirius turned to his best friend, “Okay, you get one punch. Give it your best shot.”
“What?”
“No, go ahead, I deserve it.”
James sighed and rolled his eyes. “Okay, just tell me why you were late.”
Sirius hesitated. “Shagging myself off…” he said after a minute.
He never saw the blow coming.
Comments are always appreciated!!!!