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HP snippet: 'What If?' #1.2
29 Apr 2005 07:58 pmWHAT IF: SIRIUS HAD BEEN THE POTTERS' SECRET-KEEPER?
SNIPPET #1.2
Sirius has been crashing on their sofa for a while now. Best place for him, James growled when he turned up post-shift. It's not like he's welcome at that awful place he calls home. Lily nods, though Sirius hasn't lived with his parents since his school years and never called Grimmauld Place 'home' to begin with. She wonders what on earth James is talking about - where is Sirius living now? With whom? She vaguely remembers him mentioning something about a flat viewing in Golders Green - then turns her attention to Harry. He managed his first word yesterday, she is sure, but has stubbornly been refusing to repeat his feat since. "Come on, Harry, say 'mamma', come on, sweetheart, 'mamma'?"
"It is a source of constant amazement that you ever managed to graduate, Evans; what are you attempting to teach that poor unfortunate?" Snape, unannounced, steps out of their Floo and surveys the kitchen with an air of supreme boredom.
James glares. Lily ignores him completely, focusing on the squealing Harry who, it turns out, adores unannounced visitors. She manages to catch him before he lands head-first onto the polished boots of Severus Snape.
"Sni- Snape," James manages. "Well?"
Snape hands him a stack of parchment and turns back to the Floo, apparently as eager to leave as James is currently eager for a fight. Any fight. Close to a year now, and cabin fever has well and truly set in.
James has a fascinating opinion on each and every book they have in their small library.
Lily plucks the handful of robes Harry is attempting to ingest none too delicately from the baby's mouth, sighing when he immediately begins to scream. "Snape," she calls out as he holds his hand out for the Floo powder. "He's teething."
Mid-throw, Snape calls out over his shoulder, "frozen bananas. That'll shut him up."
*
fin
SNIPPET #1.2
Sirius has been crashing on their sofa for a while now. Best place for him, James growled when he turned up post-shift. It's not like he's welcome at that awful place he calls home. Lily nods, though Sirius hasn't lived with his parents since his school years and never called Grimmauld Place 'home' to begin with. She wonders what on earth James is talking about - where is Sirius living now? With whom? She vaguely remembers him mentioning something about a flat viewing in Golders Green - then turns her attention to Harry. He managed his first word yesterday, she is sure, but has stubbornly been refusing to repeat his feat since. "Come on, Harry, say 'mamma', come on, sweetheart, 'mamma'?"
"It is a source of constant amazement that you ever managed to graduate, Evans; what are you attempting to teach that poor unfortunate?" Snape, unannounced, steps out of their Floo and surveys the kitchen with an air of supreme boredom.
James glares. Lily ignores him completely, focusing on the squealing Harry who, it turns out, adores unannounced visitors. She manages to catch him before he lands head-first onto the polished boots of Severus Snape.
"Sni- Snape," James manages. "Well?"
Snape hands him a stack of parchment and turns back to the Floo, apparently as eager to leave as James is currently eager for a fight. Any fight. Close to a year now, and cabin fever has well and truly set in.
James has a fascinating opinion on each and every book they have in their small library.
Lily plucks the handful of robes Harry is attempting to ingest none too delicately from the baby's mouth, sighing when he immediately begins to scream. "Snape," she calls out as he holds his hand out for the Floo powder. "He's teething."
Mid-throw, Snape calls out over his shoulder, "frozen bananas. That'll shut him up."
*
fin