|Beth H (bethbethbeth) wrote in hp_beholder,|
@ 2010-05-03 13:31:00
|Entry tags:||beholder_2010, fic, filius flitwick, rating:nc17, severus snape, slash, snape/flitwick|
FIC: "A Small Touch of Luck" for cardigrl
Title: A Small Touch of Luck
Pairings: Severus Snape/Filius Flitwick
Word Count: ~8,800
Warnings: a gratuitous "wand" joke
Summary: After the war, Severus finds himself dealing with excessively apologetic former colleagues, struggling through a difficult recovery from his injuries, and holed up inside Hogwarts in order to avoid the Ministry. Strangely, Filius is somehow making it almost enjoyable.
Author's Notes: cardigrl, it seemed that you really, really wanted to see Severus, and I was happy to deliver. As it turns out, I had even more fun with this pairing than I anticipated. This fic was a joy to write. I hope you get a kick out of it.
My tremendous thanks to everyone who put up with me though every stage of this story, from brainstorming to betaing.
And big thanks and kudos to bethbethbeth for continuing this amazing fest.
Severus had been awake for less than forty-eight hours and already he was wishing for a potion, spell, or Beater's bat to the head that would send him back into blissful unconsciousness. The hospital wing was too bright, his throat felt as though it had been scraped raw, and worst of all, Minerva McGonagall was sitting in the chair at his bedside, wringing her hands and apologizing for what must have been the fifth time in half an hour. If only he'd had a wand, Severus might have hexed her lips together in self defense.
"Albus always trusted you," Minerva was saying, "and I should have trusted his judgment if nothing else. Granted, you made that most difficult to do. Still, I would have realized you were on our side the whole time if I'd truly paid attention to your actions this past year. I was a blind fool."
"Minerva." Severus squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"You weren't meant to know what side I was actually on. Albus and I worked very hard to ensure that no one did."
"But I made things so difficult for you. I tried to burn you to a crisp and cut you to ribbons. And then I threw you out a window."
"As I recall, I threw myself out a window."
"Well, yes, but I left you with little choice. You did cut an impressive figure flying through the night, though, I must say," Minerva said, a hint of humor finally suffusing her tone.
"Good to know that fleeing suits me," Severus replied, but without any real indignation. He liked to think his flying trick actually was rather impressive.
"Nonetheless," Minerva said, "I truly am sorry."
Stifling a groan, Severus said, "Minerva, if you apologize one more time, I may have to toss you out a window."
"Just you try it, Severus Snape."
Unfortunately, Minerva was only the first in a long string of visitors to Severus' bedside, all of them appallingly repentant. Pomona brought him so many plants that the hospital wing looked like a greenhouse. Severus had never realized how many flowers there were that meant "I'm sorry" or "forgive me." Apparently lovers bollixed things up on a shockingly regular basis. Lupin, the wretch, not only had the temerity to show his face, but had actually suggested that, now that the war was in the past, perhaps they could bury the hatchet. The only place Severus wanted to bury any hatchet was in the werewolf's spleen.
Hagrid's weeping was only to be outdone by Hooch's. Naturally Slughorn insisted that he'd known the truth from the beginning but had been wise enough to play along. However, he couldn't look Severus in the eye while he said it. Even Moody came by to mumble out an apology for having given him such a hard time over the years. It seemed that his "Auror instincts" had been a bit rusty.
As if Severus' humiliation wasn't complete enough, Potter arrived to stammer out barely articulate apologies and thanks. When he had the gall to mention Lily, Severus was forced to shout and throw anything within reach, including some purple hyacinths and a rather nice creeping phlox, until the impudent brat ran away with his tail tucked between his legs. Poppy had scolded him thoroughly, saying that he'd set his recovery back by two days, but if it kept Potter from returning, it was well worth it as far as Severus was concerned.
Yet another set of approaching footsteps was echoing though the hospital wing, and Severus decided he'd had absolutely all he could tolerate. Without bothering to look up, he said, "The next person to utter the words 'I'm sorry' within my range of hearing will find themselves hexed inside out so that they have to wear their lungs as a necklace."
"Then it's very fortunate that I'm not here to apologize for anything."
The levity in the slightly squeaky voice took Severus by surprise. Before he could reply, the speaker had bypassed the chair and hopped up to sit on the edge of Severus' bed. "You must be feeling better," Filius remarked. "You're almost back to your usual cantankerous self."
"Almost?" Severus arched an eyebrow. "And here I thought that was one of my more creative threats."
"Oh, it certainly was. Your accompanying scowl just wasn't up to its usual standard. But I'm sure another day or two in here will make it right as rain."
"You've no idea."
The sly smile that stretched across Filius' face suggested that he might have a fairly good notion. "Anyway, it's good to have you -- and your scowl -- back with us."
"For the moment, at any rate. I imagine the Aurors will be arriving to haul me off to Azkaban any day now."
"Oh, I don't think you'll have to worry about that for quite a while still," Filius said.
Severus made a dismissive gesture with one hand. Filius was only trying to put him at ease, and Severus had never been the sort to delude himself. He was well aware that the Ministry was chomping at the bit to send him before the Wizangamot. Minerva, with the support of the rest of the Hogwarts staff, had refused to release him until he was well enough to stand trial. The Ministry had backed down temporarily, but it was only a matter of time before they heard that he was awake and came knocking at the castle's solid oak front doors.
"Although," Filius continued, "being in the clink might seem like a relaxing vacation once you've seen the state of things around here. With the students gone for the summer, you'd think it would be peaceful, but no, not this year. Everyone's working night and day to make sure the castle is in good repair and safe for when the children return, of course. I believe we were all frightened into action when Horace offhandedly pointed out that first-year Hufflepuffs have a way of getting lost and ending up in the most peculiar places."
"As do nosy, delinquent Gryffindors of any year."
Filius chuckled. "Minerva said something along those lines as well, although I believe the term she used was 'adventurous.'"
"Meanwhile, there's pandemonium among the house-elves. During the day they're practically falling all over themselves to please us. They're cooking enough food for a small army and it seems like we can't take two steps without tripping over one of the poor fellows. And they're still staying up half the night celebrating the fall of their cruel former masters. The empty butterbeer bottles could fill the Great Hall! Have you ever seen a hungover and sleep-deprived house-elf, Severus? It's not a pretty sight."
Filius continued his animated speaking, requiring relatively little input from Severus in order to move from one topic to another. By the time he began explaining the proper way to make a peach fizz, Severus' head was hurting from the deluge of utterly random cheer. "Filius," he interrupted, "did you actually come here for a reason? If you intend to apologize, then do hurry and get it over with. As you can see, I don't have a wand and therefore can't actually make good on my threat to hex you."
"Dear me! Apologize? Do you think I should? What ever on earth for?"
"For throwing me out a window, perhaps?" Severus suggested.
"As I recall, you threw yourself out a window."
It was nearly impossible to render Severus speechless, but Filius had just succeeded. Severus could only stare at him as though he'd just sprouted tentacles.
Once again, Filius didn't seem to need a response. "The flying that came immediately after was quite impressive, by the way," he said. "When you're up and about, you absolutely must teach me how you did it. It'll be charms-based I think, yes?"
Finding his voice, Severus said, "Yes, although arithmantic equations were required to combine and alter existing spells."
"Ah!" Filius appeared delighted. "I always thought you should have been in Ravenclaw."
"Funny; someone else suggested not too long ago that I should have been Sorted Gryffindor. What, pray tell, is wrong with my own House?" Severus raised an eyebrow, daring Filius to say anything against Slytherin.
"Nothing at all, Severus. Absolutely nothing at all."