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Extracts from the Diary of S. Snape	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 9296 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Severus Snape and that Bastard Sirius Black

Sighing, Snape contemplated the wrong end of the holiday through the tumbler of firewhisky he held. He could never understand how those final glorious moments of peace and quiet after all the rat bags kids had gone could vanish so quickly and he'd suddenly be staring at the calendar, dreading the start of year. It wasn't that he feared his groups, or what he had to teach them, just he hated meeting new people, so suddenly being faced with a bunch of first years who all needed showing just how ignorant they were made him fretful. Not that the older students were any better. The only ones he could even begin to put up with were the sixth and seventh years who'd chosen to take Potions. And some of them really shouldn't have bothered. Last year, he had insisted that in future only students who achieved Outstanding be allowed onto the NEWT course, as he'd had too many years of pupils simply not being able to cope, despite scraping an Exceeds Expectations. His class had been smaller and far less hassle because of it.

He saw the flames rise in the empty grate and considered ducking behind the couch so Albus wouldn't see him and give him yet another sodding task to add to his ever expanding list.

“Ah, Severus!”

Who did you expect to see: Merlin in a tutu?

“I wanted to speak to you, as there has been some serious news: there's been an escape from Azkaban.”

Please don't be Black, please don't be Black, please don't be Black, please don't b....

“Sirius Black has got out and is hunting for Harry.”

And, of course he is! Why not? Everyone else seems to!

“I've also – er – appointed a new DADA teacher. Remus Lupin.”

Snape closed his eyes, too weary to even comment mentally. Really, did it not seem just a little convenient to Albus that Black escaped and was looking for Harry – at Hogwarts – at the same time as one of his closest friends suddenly developed the urge to work there?

“So, could you make Wolfsbane Potion for him, please? Whilst he works with us, I want him to have a pain free year and not be a danger to anyone.”

Severus gave a nod of the head, trying not to feel bitter about the new increased workload, which, given Black's obsession with Harry, was only going to get more intense as he struggled to rescue the boy from his own idiocy.

The next evening, Albus bothered him again to explain that Harry had left his Aunt's house and would be staying at The Leaky Cauldron until it was time to return to school. Although he didn't give a shit where Potter chose to spend his holiday, he was curious as to why. Somehow, he held back his mirth as Dumbledore told him about Harry losing control of his magic, but when the headmaster had gone, Severus let his head fall back and wept with laughter.

At the staff table on the first evening back, Severus looked at the slightly pale looking Harry and felt a twinge of sympathy for the boy's reaction to the dementors. After all, Snape didn't enjoy sometimes having to deal with the damned things, as no magic user did, and he felt that maybe Malfoy wouldn't have been looking so smug if he hadn't hidden behind the biggest, densest lump he had been able to find (Goyle).

Severus stared out at the room, anything to avoid talking to the man at his side. He'd even pretended interest in the Sorting Hat's song for Merlin's sake!

Lupin was eating like a man half-starved, which, Snape acknowledged, he probably was, and allowed a sneer to linger on his features as he considered all the ways he could torment Lupin during the academic year. That was, if he had any time; he had an awful feeling that Albus was going to give him yet more work, and he'd no doubt end up covering classes when Hagrid (what had possessed Dumbledore to appoint Hagrid in a teaching capacity?!) inevitably screwed up.

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One day. One day and Hagrid screwed up. Is that some kind of record?

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Snape stormed down to his private rooms one evening, fighting the urge to jinx everyone he came across. One unfortunate couple bore the brunt of his ire when he found them kissing in a quiet corner: “I suggest you both get your miserable, hormone addled backsides back to your Houses now, before I feel the need to inflict some new and highly exciting experimental curses on you. They seem to have the sad side effect of making a person not function properly, down there!”

The two children had leapt apart and scurried off to their separate Houses. Snape had been disgusted to note that one of the students was a Slytherin, and she was snogging a Hufflepuff. He despaired. What had ever happened to House Pride?

That was only a minor distraction, as it was the gossip that he had heard that had made him homicidal. That wanker Lupin had decided to teach the third years how to defeat a Boggart and had turned him – Snape – into a figure of ridicule doing so! His only small solace was that if anyone had been able to pull off fur, and a hat with a vulture on top of it, it would have been him. Shame, really, he thought, that the robes he habitually wore hid his rather fine legs from the world. But, apparently, the third years had seen his legs (encased in black stockings) and none of them had seen fit to compliment him. Typical!

Still, it wasn't long before Severus had his revenge. Lupin, had had a rough transformation – oops, I must have forgotten to add the final dash of mint – but annoyingly it meant he had been unable to teach, and Snape had been forced to cover the lesson. Deciding to ensure he made the Potion properly next time, Severus thought that a little lesson about werewolves would come in handy. You know, if the students should happen to see one wandering around the grounds.

And then his week got even better – Potter fell off his broom and the damned Nimbus 2000 drifted into the Whomping Willow. Finally the damned Gryffindors had lost their advantage!

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Oh fucking come on! A Firebolt?! Potter received a Firebolt for Christmas?! How is that fair?

Snape glowered at the trio who were surrounding the broomstick and thought dark murderous thoughts. He barely noticed when he bit into his pudding and nearly swallowed the silver anchor that was wrapped up in the fruit. It was tugged out his mouth unceremoniously and rubbed on a napkin to wipe off the sticky remains of the dessert before he glared at it as though it had deliberately tried to choke him.

Next to him, Lupin was gazing thoughtfully at the trio surrounding the new Firebolt, his eyebrows raised. Knowing not to bother speaking to Snape about it, he turned to Professor Sinistra and they began a speculative conversation.

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Snape managed a few weeks of peace of quiet (well, as peaceful and quiet as the school ever got) before he heard that Black had somehow got into the school and attacked Weasley's bed. Severus reminded Albus of the odd coincidence of Lupin being back at the school and Black somehow managing to get in unseen, but, of course, Dumbledore couldn't bear the thought that one of his precious ex-Gryffindors was helping another ex-Gryffindor, nor that his opinion of Lupin could possibly be wrong.

Which left Severus as the voice of reason on the sinking ship of stupidity.

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Snape lay on his bed and reviewed what the hell had happened to make his life take such a bloody drastic turn into the surreal. His life had always been bloody insane, but with the confrontation at the Shrieking Shack, it had reached all new lows. First he had seen the damned parchment that he had known was a map, and seen Lupin toddling blithely off to the Shack. How does a werewolf forget it is the night of the full moon? So, being kind and caring (even Snape snorted at his mental description) he had taken along some potion to force down the mutt's neck, when low and behold, there was Pettigrew and Black too. Oh joy, ¾ of the Marauders back together!

That wasn't what had really infuriated him; no it had been the bloody sainted Potter and that smart-arse Granger hexing him and knocking him out. He had had no idea what had happened after that but had got a hell of a headache. Still, once he had come back round and had heard their story – Pettigrew was a rat who had lived with the Weasleys for years and years but now he had changed back into a man and was running away from Black who had been blamed for betraying Lily, but really it had been Pettigrew. So Black had never been a murderer, only now he was planning on committing the crime he had been imprisoned for, until Harry and Granger had gone back in time and fixed it all. Which meant, oh joy of joys, that Black had got away with something – yet again! Albus was always on about how the innocent needed protecting, but he, Severus, didn't ever seem to come under that heading. A fucking hippogriff did though. Bastards!

And breathe, Severus, just breathe. It'll be the holiday soon.

Somehow, in all the confusion, Severus Snape let slip that Remus Lupin was a werewolf. Although, as he himself said – LUPIN – how had no one already guessed?!

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After having spent time at his home, ignoring the vague churning in his stomach, Snape thought he should really go and check up on Harry Potter. For once, Albus hadn't already shoved the task onto him, but as Snape was going to be returning to the school soon to discuss the newest arrangements for the term with the headmaster, and given that Potter was probably bound for the Weasleys soon, now was his chance to just make sure the boy hadn't done something truly idiotic.

The vague churning sensation had nothing to do with Potter and everything to do with being around Alastor Moody, who had agreed to be the DADA teacher that year. Too busy to come to Hogwarts before the feast (and exactly how could an Auror just take a whole year off without it being a problem?!) he had popped into Spinner's End to meet Severus and Albus (and try to intimidate Snape, but Snape had been intimidated by far scarier wizards than Moody) and discuss the various things needing to be taught, especially to the fourth years, as Harry needed to know some information, and fast, if he was to stand any chance should the Dark Lord return.

And Severus knew, (that vague churning was also warning him about the Dark Lord) that You-Know-Who was in the ascendant. Not yet back, not yet corporeal, but too damned close to it for comfort, especially for an ex-Death Eater who would have to go back to spying if the deranged bastard ever did come back.

Still, until he did, Severus could enjoy a little bit of freedom. At least with Moody around, Albus would hopefully foist the job of Harry watcher onto him, rather than onto Snape. But, for now, he'd go and visit the boy and see what idiocy he was up to.

Apparating to Privet Drive, Severus' lips twitched at the obvious new brick work that still showed all too clearly where Potter had escaped before his second year. He couldn't see the boy himself though, and prowled carefully around, trying to see into the garden. There was a mountain of lard there, sitting with a scrawny boy and laughing, but there was no Harry.

Where is he?

Severus felt fear curl inside him. Surely, surely, after everything that had happened to him, the idiot hadn't thought wandering off was a good idea?! But no, he clearly had, as he could just see a black haired figure sauntering back into view, carrying some plastic bags. From the looks of things, Petunia had sent the youth shopping.

Sliding behind a large bush, Severus had an unimpeded view. The muscles in the arms bulged nicely under the weight in the bags. And when Harry stopped for a moment to rub his sore shoulders, the material stretched across his back and showed the muscles developing there, and the rather sharp shoulder blades.

Severus had always had a thing about shoulder blades. He couldn't explain it, but Lily had had the most exquisite bones, and she had clearly given her son them too. Snape's dick sprang to attention as he imagined gnawing on the hard lumps under the soft skin.

Now passing Snape, Harry stilled, as though able to sense someone watching. His eyes fixed on the bush and he frowned as he stared into it. “If that's you, Dobby, stop trying to scare me shitless and come out,” he said, and the voice was no longer a wavering treble, it had deepened and had that breathy quality of a boy on the cusp of manhood. Severus felt sure he was going to shoot his load just hearing that slight panting.

When no-one appeared, Harry shrugged and carried on to the Dursleys' house. Snape licked his lips as he admired the rear view of the boy – the jeans Harry wore were too short for him, but fit his arse like a glove, his wand was stuck into his back pocket and was most way covered by the t-shirt, but Severus could still see the outline of it, and it made him ache to put his own 'wand' there.

Disappointed that Harry didn't linger outside, Snape rather shamefacedly forced his erection down. He tried desperately to explain his sudden strange reaction to a boy he had, at best, tolerated. It's the hair, he told himself, it's just the hair.

Yeah, right, Severus. You keep telling yourself that and you can pretend you don't want to fuck him until he can't walk.

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