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Best Served Cold	By : KohakuShadow Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Sirius Views: 12564 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-1
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
- 21-21
- 22-22
- 23-Epilogue
- 15
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- 17
Chapter
16

Sirius stomped his foot.

“Sirius, you're just being petulant,” Remus sighed. He
looked exhausted and rattled, as if life had finally dealt a blow
that had his nerves frayed beyond repair.

“I will not be left behind, Remus! You can't expect me
to sit the entire war out! The Ministry is a mess. The whole bloody
world is a mess! Even the muggles are starting to feel His wrath! And
now you tell me you're all headed for Hogwarts Castle to try to help
my godson and that I can't come? You can bugger off! I'm
going! Harry needs me!” He raved.

“He's got a point, Remus,” Tonks spoke up at last. The
argument between Remus and Sirius had been so intense, what with
Sirius throwing things about and generally having a fit, that no one
else dared speak until there was a lull.

“Please don't encourage him!” Remus sighed,
completely exasperated.

“But, it's true. Harry is his godson, and it will probably be
so chaotic, that as long as he's careful, no one will notice him.”

“And if anyone does, they will probably think he's on their
side. He'll be attacked from all ends, it's far too reckless.”

“Maybe not...” Moody added thoughtfully. “We've no
polyjuice potion, obviously but...there are other ways to disguise
him...”

“Yeah! I can wear a disguise!” Sirius declared. Hey, as
long as he got to go, he'd take any compromise.

“What sort of disguise do you have in mind?”

“Well...”

*

“You can't be serious...” Sirius said as Moody handed him
a bottle of shaving potion.

“I've found something that will do well enough, Alastor,”
McGonagall said as she came out of the master bedroom with a creme
chemise and a pair of lacy bloomers. Over her shoulder was a full
black skirt, and she was spelling knots out of the lacing of a
burgundy corset.

“You really can't be serious...” Sirius protested
more firmly, eying the corset as if it were a medieval torture
device.

“You're the one who wants to come, are you not?” Minerva
replied. “Ah, there,” she said, satisfied with the
lacing. “Now, I really must be getting back.”

She disapparated before Sirius could get another word in edgewise. He
caught the pile of ruffles just as Tonks came out of another room
holding a velvet choker with a large cameo settled at the center.
“This one's pretty...I think.”

Sirius glared and snatched it, as well as the bottle of shaving
potion and turned into the bathroom. Before the door slammed closed,
something hit him in the back of the head with a dull thunk. He
glared at the ornate hair comb sitting on the bathroom floor and
bellowed, “I draw the line at heels!”

He looked at his reflection and sighed. “Goodbye, facial hair,
been nice knowing you...”

*

An hour later, Sirius – lacking in hair in places that had been
hairy since puberty and feeling very awkward about it – was
gasping for breath as his corset was pulled tight. “Are you
trying to kill me? How do you expect me to breathe?” he rasped.
“Not that tight...”

“If it isn't this tight, your breasts will fall out,”
Remus answered. “Just stand up straight.”

“You need to either take a sock out of your right breast, or
add another one to the left,” Tonks advised. “You're
seriously unbalanced.”

“Guuh...” Sirius groaned.

Arthur held a handful of other supplies Molly had shoved in his
hands. “What order do you suppose these get applied in?”
he asked, looking between eyeliner, mascara, and various other
make-up as if he didn't have the foggiest idea where to even begin in
spite of being married for several years.

“Well, I think we can at least manage this,” Kingley
said, lifting the perfume out of the bundle. “You just sort
of...spray it about.” He'd seen plenty of girls do it. You
always saw them browsing perfumes through the windows of those beauty
shops.

He sprayed. Sirius coughed. “Not in my face, you git,”
Sirius griped.

“Okay! I can do the makeup!” Tonks declared.

“You?!”

“Shut up, Black,” Tonks huffed. “Just because I'm
a bit of a tomboy doesn't mean I don't know what makeup is.”

“And here I just thought Remus fancied a twelve year old boy,”
Sirius answered.

“Keep being a wise-arse,” she said, “and I'll stab
you in the eye with the liner pencil.”

*

“He's prettier than me, isn't he?” Tonks huffed.

“Yes,” Remus answered with a faint smile that said he was
teasing her a bit.

Sirius shifted awkwardly. He had this passing thought that Severus
would never let him live it down if he saw him like this, but then
again he didn't think Snape would recognize him. He didn't even
recognize himself.

“Can we go rescue my godson now?” he said to change the
subject.

*

The outside air was cool, the moon bright. He'd be ecstatic to be
outdoors if it weren't for the dire situation. He was even getting
used to the corset, and the mustache would grow back quickly enough.
He'd had it so long he felt a little naked without it was all.

But his wardrobe was the last thing on his mind as they approached
Hogwarts. It already looked like a war zone, and they were swept up
in the battle almost the moment they arrived. Sirius didn't think
he'd have been recognized even without the dress, and his mother's
hair comb was shot right off his head twenty minutes later by a stray
spell. No one had any idea who he was, so everyone he encountered
pointed their wands at him as if not sure whether or not to attack.
If the battle was exhausting, keeping an eye on possible threats from
every direction was no easier. He eventually chose what he thought
was a very Snape-ish manner of fighting – slinking through
shadows, casting spells in the chaos that no one would be able to
identify the source of. He'd always been a bit of a glory hog, so it
killed him not to crow his victories, but it was far too exhausting
to keep track of every wand within a twenty foot radius. Besides,
when all was said and done, Harry should be the one doing the
crowing. He'd suffered his entire life because of Voldemort –
it's only right that he get the glory in the end, isn't it? At least
Sirius thought so.

And speaking of Harry, where the hell was he? How was he supposed to
protect his godson, if he couldn't find him?

*

There was something ominous in the air. Okay, yes, his beloved
Hogwarts was crumbling around him in the throes of battle, but that
wasn't it. Severus just had an ill-fated feeling, a sickness in the
pit of his stomach that he couldn't quite shake. And Lord Voldemort
had summoned him to the Shrieking Shack.

He avoided the battle as much as he could on his way there. Closer to
the castle, there was utter chaos, but as he headed through hidden
passages and little-known corridors, he managed to avoid the bulk of
the fighting. And now, as he got further from the castle, the
battles were more broken up, the witches and wizards so engaged in
their own fights they didn't seem to notice his passing.

The Shrieking Shack. It always made his blood run cold, ever since
that night so long ago. 'Sirius.' The man's name leaped to
the front of his mind. This was no time to start thinking about him.
His distraction nearly cost him his wand arm – he just barely
dodged a stunning curse shot his way by...some woman he'd never …
'Black?!!'

Yes, that was definitely Sirius Black. He'd know that baby face,
those gray eyes, and that petulant glare anywhere. Sirius Black,
clean-shaven and dressed up as a woman. He was stunning. 'He
looks so much better without that stupid beard.' It would be
hilarious were it not for the current climate about the grounds. But
he realized very clearly he couldn't allow Sirius to get any closer
to the shack, any closer to Voldemort. 'You fool. I didn't save
your life to have you die here.'

He deflected another stunning spell and shot back with a levicorpus.
Sirius found himself upside down with his knee-length bloomers
showing.

Severus actually barked a short laugh – no one can control
their emotions completely. One of Sirius's 'breasts' fell out of the
top of his corset and his skirt was up at his chin. Snape
approached. “You're a git, Sirius. You still block poorly on
the left.”

“Go to hell, Snape,” Sirius growled.

Severus couldn't help but reach out and caress the pale face. He
still didn't harbor any illusions of love, but he thought what could
have blossomed between them was something worth mourning. “In
due time, Sirius,” he whispered, before crushing their lips
together one last time.

This kiss, Sirius realized, really was a goodbye. It made his stomach
lurch and his heart ache like only a goodbye could.

“What are you playing at, Severus?” he whispered, but no
sooner did he say it then he felt Severus's wand pressed against his
stomach and he was shot back, thoroughly stunned into the nearby
shrubbery.

'That should keep him safe for a while,'
Severus thought. Sirius was out of sight, and wouldn't be able to
move for at least half an hour. After that, all he could do is pray.
He wanted to protect Sirius – not because of a prophecy, or
for the good of the wizarding world, or because he had a connection
to someone he loved, or that he had made a horrible mistake and owed
a life debt he couldn't possibly ever repay – but for himself.
He wanted to protect Sirius because he
wanted him safe. There was no deep meaning or long story behind it.
It was the one thing in his complicated life that was shockingly
simple: he wanted Sirius to live. Now was no time to analyze that
desire. The Dark Lord had summoned, and he had to answer. 'For
now,' he told himself, but when
it came to thinking about the future, his heart wasn't really in it.

To
Be Continued...
- 15
- 16
- 17
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