6th Dec, 2008

FIC: Flying Lessons

Title: Flying Lessons
Author: Serpenscript
Rating: PG-13 for violent situations?
Pairings: Background Lupin/Snape
Word Count: 7,660
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I could afford groceries
Written for: Family Fest 2008
Prompt: Teddy's learning to fly like Papa Snape. Harry Potter thinks he's being turned to the Dark side of Magic. Remus is torn between his adopted godson (Harry) and his family. Teddy--with wisdom out of the mouths of babes--will save the day.
Other Comments: Thanks go to TMM and Enigmalea, who both did last-minute betas! Any plothols still remaining are completely my own fault. EDIT: I redid the formatting, so it should be cleaner and I think I managed to get the comments out this time. T_T

Teddy liked flying... )

5th Dec, 2008

Drabble: Therapy

Drabble: Therapy
Characters: Snape, mention of Minerva, Lupin, Harry
Warnings: Pink
Disclaimer: Not mine


Therapy

Even with his eyes closed, the sun was a gold-red aura through his eyelids; heat baked his skin and sweat sheened his body. Another twenty minutes, and he'd burn – if it took that long.

Curse Remus and Minerva! Curse Harry with his muggle cures! So what if he was depressed? It was a perfectly normal reaction to being forced to murder someone you admired and watching your friends and allies die in horrible, painful ways!

But that meddling werewolf had told Harry and Minerva that Severus was depressed, and Harry said (facetiously, he was sure) that muggles who didn't get enough sunlight were more prone to depression. Of course, Minerva jumped on the idea like a cat on catnip.

Ten more minutes; his skin was turning pink. He snarled as he rolled over early and let the sun bake his back while sunflares exploded behind his closed lids.

He'd murder all of them for this. Who'd ever heard of a pink Potions Master?

WC: 163
 

Drabble: Irritation

Drabble: Irritation
Pairing: Snape/Lupin
Warnings: Snogging
Disclaimer: Not mine

Irritation

"Those bites look painful – shall I ask Madam Pomfrey to look at them?" Lupin said, trying hard to not scratch at his own itchy, painful bites. "The antidote will take care of them in time, but – "

Snape bared his teeth in a snarl. "I am quite capable of making my own salve for doxy bites, thank you; I also have a very strong desire to avoid awkward questions..."

Such as, why do we both have doxy bites when we both are skilled in DA?

Remus' eyes glinted with humour. "It was your idea to pop into that side bedroom for a quick snog."

"And you were the one who threw yourself so energetically on me like some starveling – "

Remus sounded unrepentant. "I couldn't have known those curtains had doxies in them before hand, now could I?"

Merlin's beard, the bites itched. "I," Snape grumbled, "should try the doxycide on you, for all the good it'd do."

WC: 157