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Hate Is Deeper Than Love

"Hate Is Deeper Than Love"
Who: Severus & Sirius
When: 6th Year

After shovelling another mouthful of something that probably tastes better than the mush it feels like, Severus Snape ducks behind the head of a very large girl with frizzy black hair at the Ravenclaw table so that he can go on properly scowling at Potter and his group of unruly, hooligan friends without being noticed at all. Since Hogwarts had been called into session this year, Severus has been dreading any sort of confrontation with the group, all the while openly scorning them at each and every turn.

His text books are filled, literally, with hexes devoted to each one, little side notes that the Half-Blood Prince merrily enjoys jotting down during and in between classes. Evenings are spent in the library concocting mischief he'll likely only ever get to perform in his head unless Lucius Malfoy pulls through and gets him that interview with that sponsor of his he'd written about about over summer.

An idea strikes him as a girl at the end of the Gryffindor table yells out James Potter's name in dismay -- which is followed by snickering all around -- and Severus once again takes quill to book when shadows descend across his place setting.

Fuck. His not-quite friends would be dismayed to know that he's using filthy muggle words. A glance up confirms a previous suspicion of the shadow's owner. He resists the urge to bark at Lupin. "Yes?"

The Very Best of Frenemies

"The Very Best of Frenemies"
Who: Severus & Sirius
When: 6th Year

No one commented on the state of one Severus Snape when he strode purposefully across the Common Room and rushed for the stairs. He flung himself into his bed and charmed the curtains to close so that he could be even more alone than his own purposeful isolation gave him. He could smell Sirius Black on his clothes and he fingers the bruise on his neck with purpose, pushing at it to relive the dull pain and kee it purple. There was something really wrong about that.

No one bothered him all night. Wearing his collar high the next day, Severus ignored the Marauders as he took his seat in Potions. He even ignored the spitballs. No need for detention. He had mushrooms to cataloge after dinner. Remus Lupin's higher voice hit his ears halfway through class: "Paddy, don't even think about it. He's not worth it." Severus turned to glance over his shoulder. His dark eyes met Sirius's. And he turned back around again. No hex. Just a sneer.

Luckily, dinner came quickly after that and, notebook in hand, Severus left early to head out into the woods.

Echoes

"Echoes"
Who: Severus Snape & Remus Lupin
When: 6th Year
Chapter One: Here
Chapter Two: Here
Chapter Three: Here

Severus survived the weekend without Remus. They met on Monday, as the werewolf had suggested, and fell back into more scholarly activities as the moon and it's influence on Remus waned. Practicing the animagus spells generally left Severus with fox ears or sometimes fox-coloring to his hair, but he had yet managed to completely transform.

Of course, he was sixteen years old and these spells took years to master. He was just impatient and prideful. It was hard to react in any other way to the last of progress.

And then it happened. Two weeks later, he managed to sprout a tail. Unlike the ears or hair however, he could not get it to go away. The bit, puffy red and white monstrosity, it seemed, was stuck.

Just Causes

"Just Causes"
Who: Severus Snape & Remus Lupin
When: 6th Year
Chapter One: Here
Chapter Two: Here

Tomorrow night, this place would be filled with a beast tearing at itself until his friends could arrive to keep it calm and keep it company. Tonight, there was a beast of a different sort in the room, one unnamed but just as fearful. Swallowing, it was all that Severus could do to clean up as bit before Remus's mouth was on him again.

He laughed. Laughed. Mostly this was directed at himself for being so pathetically stupid. All this time he could have been with Remus and instead, they had left each other feeling miserable over misunderstandings.

Severus was quiet. Where they were going to do, he wasn't quite sure but he wanted to find out!

Better Than You

"Better Than You"
Who: Severus Snape & Remus Lupin
When: 6th Year
Chapter One: Here

A pass to the Restricted Section was even easier than Severus thought it might be. Dumbledore gave it to him without even glancing up, saying that he was looking forward to the results. Severus could only imagine that he meant the Wolfsbane Draught paper he was going to submit, but who knew with the old wizard? Dumbledore was not a man anyone ever underestimated.

When Remus did not show, Severus noticed and wrote it off. That brief connection and near friendship had been enough to make him even more bitter about the whole idea of friendship and turned him off on it entirely. Stupid git. As if he might have actually found things in common with a creature like that! Good riddance!

Too bad his breakthrough potion was going to help the mangy sod! Severus groused as he found the book he was looking for and brought it back to the table. This was not a potions book at all, but one on the animagi.

'Like' is not how I'd describe it, frankly!

Hate was a very potent magical ingrediant that led to bad wizards becoming very bad wizards. The amount of hate in the room was enough to peel wallpaper, if Hogwarts would have had any, and a passing ghost found his spectral clothing about to leak off when he happened to be just a bit too close to the wave if disgust for his unliving comfort.

Serving a detention was not a usual way for Severus Snape to spend his evening. He was a quiet boy, moreso than most, but sometimes he just could not bottle up his rage well enough to prevent an explosion. That afternoon had been one such time. Tired of having spitballs of a decidedly unmagical and far too muggle origin blown into his hair from three rows back, a fed up Severus stood, turned, and literally blew up James Potter's cauldron.

While the majority of the spitballs had been graced upon him by the menace of a turncoat Black rather than Potter, the Slughorn caught the slower of the two in order to give Severus a little bit of 'extra' punishment. At least, that was how Severus was viewing this whole affair as he shot emotional daggers at his enemy.