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Title: Cold Revenge
Author: snogged
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Severus Snape/Sirius Black
Spoilers: the story has its basis in the Harry Potter verse and it takes place during Harry’s time not the Marauder verse.
Summary: Snape is seeking revenge
Rating: R/NC-17
Warnings: torture, violence
Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me. JK Rowling owns these characters.
A/N: Holiday ficlet for coldfingertips who requested Severus Snape/Sirius Black, Sirius Black/Lupin, or Severus Snape/Lupin. Three things he wanted to see the potion master's dungeon (and any innuendo that might imply), something briefly random and ridiculous, someone in their animal form at some point (i'll leave at which point up to you). I will admit this was HARD to write as I have never written this pairing. Hope you like it though. Sorry there's not really any sex.
Sirius slowly opened his eyes, his vision was a little cloudy but it appeared that he was in a dungeon of some sort. He groaned in pain, wishing his head didn’t hurt the way it did. He felt iron shackles digging into his flesh and he gave the chains above him a good yank to test their strength. The chains clinked against the d-ring screwed into the wall above him.
“Ah, you’re awake. I was wondering how long that potion would hold. Hitting you over the head only did half the job I had expected it too.”
Sirius titled his head toward the voice. He could barely make out the facial features of the man standing before him but he could tell.
“Snape,” Sirius groaned in annoyance.
“Do you know why you’re here Severus?” Snape stepped forward, his face inches away from his captive.
“Enlighten me.” Sirius spat.
“Revenge.” Snape chuckled in wicked delight. “I want to hear you cry, and scream, and beg for mercy.” He lifted his wand and pointed it at Sirius. “Now to start off something small. Furnunculus!” Small boils started to break out across Sirius’ skin. He screamed in agony, pulling against the chains and trying to get at his wand.
“Had enough yet? I’ve really only just begun.” Snape murmured. “Finite Incantatem.” The boils disappeared. “Sectumsempra!”
Sirius screamed as long cuts slashed through his skin. “Please,” he whimpered.
“Please what?” Snape asked, his eyes glittering in amusement. He walked over to the potions cabinet and pulled out an apple, biting into the tart flesh of the fruit as he watched Sirius struggle.
“Make it stop,” Sirius whispered, fat tears rolling down his cheeks.
“Why should I?” Snape asked.
“I’m sorry. For whatever we did. I’m sorry.” Sirius babbled.
Snape sighed and pointed his wand at Sirius again. “Finite Incantatem.” Snape leaned back against the table pondering his next move.
Sirius sighed in relief as the cuts vanished from his body. Sirius was done. He refused to play captive any longer. Who knew what else Snape could cook up. He muttered something under his breath and suddenly, he was in dog form. His slender legs slid easily out of the chains and he landed on the ground, glaring up at Snape. He growled and bared his teeth.
“I’m not done with you, Sirius.” Snape hissed. He pointed his wand at the dog and the dog scampered out of the dungeon, safely out of Snape’s range. The Potions master wrinkled his face in annoyance. “Stupid dog. He’ll pay. When the time comes, he will feel a pain worse than anything he suffered today.” And with a flurry of black robes, Snape walked back to his office, eagerly looking forward to the detention that Potter was serving for him just minutes from now.
Author: snogged
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Severus Snape/Sirius Black
Spoilers: the story has its basis in the Harry Potter verse and it takes place during Harry’s time not the Marauder verse.
Summary: Snape is seeking revenge
Rating: R/NC-17
Warnings: torture, violence
Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me. JK Rowling owns these characters.
A/N: Holiday ficlet for coldfingertips who requested Severus Snape/Sirius Black, Sirius Black/Lupin, or Severus Snape/Lupin. Three things he wanted to see the potion master's dungeon (and any innuendo that might imply), something briefly random and ridiculous, someone in their animal form at some point (i'll leave at which point up to you). I will admit this was HARD to write as I have never written this pairing. Hope you like it though. Sorry there's not really any sex.
Sirius slowly opened his eyes, his vision was a little cloudy but it appeared that he was in a dungeon of some sort. He groaned in pain, wishing his head didn’t hurt the way it did. He felt iron shackles digging into his flesh and he gave the chains above him a good yank to test their strength. The chains clinked against the d-ring screwed into the wall above him.
“Ah, you’re awake. I was wondering how long that potion would hold. Hitting you over the head only did half the job I had expected it too.”
Sirius titled his head toward the voice. He could barely make out the facial features of the man standing before him but he could tell.
“Snape,” Sirius groaned in annoyance.
“Do you know why you’re here Severus?” Snape stepped forward, his face inches away from his captive.
“Enlighten me.” Sirius spat.
“Revenge.” Snape chuckled in wicked delight. “I want to hear you cry, and scream, and beg for mercy.” He lifted his wand and pointed it at Sirius. “Now to start off something small. Furnunculus!” Small boils started to break out across Sirius’ skin. He screamed in agony, pulling against the chains and trying to get at his wand.
“Had enough yet? I’ve really only just begun.” Snape murmured. “Finite Incantatem.” The boils disappeared. “Sectumsempra!”
Sirius screamed as long cuts slashed through his skin. “Please,” he whimpered.
“Please what?” Snape asked, his eyes glittering in amusement. He walked over to the potions cabinet and pulled out an apple, biting into the tart flesh of the fruit as he watched Sirius struggle.
“Make it stop,” Sirius whispered, fat tears rolling down his cheeks.
“Why should I?” Snape asked.
“I’m sorry. For whatever we did. I’m sorry.” Sirius babbled.
Snape sighed and pointed his wand at Sirius again. “Finite Incantatem.” Snape leaned back against the table pondering his next move.
Sirius sighed in relief as the cuts vanished from his body. Sirius was done. He refused to play captive any longer. Who knew what else Snape could cook up. He muttered something under his breath and suddenly, he was in dog form. His slender legs slid easily out of the chains and he landed on the ground, glaring up at Snape. He growled and bared his teeth.
“I’m not done with you, Sirius.” Snape hissed. He pointed his wand at the dog and the dog scampered out of the dungeon, safely out of Snape’s range. The Potions master wrinkled his face in annoyance. “Stupid dog. He’ll pay. When the time comes, he will feel a pain worse than anything he suffered today.” And with a flurry of black robes, Snape walked back to his office, eagerly looking forward to the detention that Potter was serving for him just minutes from now.