|tetsubinatu (tetsubinatu) wrote in lupin_snape,|
@ 2010-04-11 03:20:00
|Entry tags:||fic: pg, prompt: snupin showers|
The Firebird, Part I (of 2) - Snupin Showers Day 10
Title: The Firebird Part I
Disclaimer: The characters belong to JK Rowling and the basic storyline to the Russian folk ouvre.
Summary: A traditional russian fairytale reworked in Snupin fashion.
Author’s Notes: Inspired by the recent rash of fairytale fics in Merlin fandom I wondered about a Snupin fairytale and of course this one leaped to mind. I hope you will enjoy it!
I hope to have part II up today (but it may be tomorrow!) I hope that you will accept Part I as my offering for the day.
Once upon a time there was a czar who had no heir. He had fallen in love as a youth and ever mourned his dead lover, fallen long ago in a foreign war - and on the wrong side. Nevertheless every nobleman needs an heir and therefore the Czar of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, took three young boys into his household to raise as his heirs.
The first of his fosterlings was James Potter, already heir to a noble family, however his parents were notable diplomats and their peripatetic lifestyle was not suitable for raising a child. They happily relinquished him into the care of the czar, only sending lavish presents to the boy and requiring him to write regular letters to them, wherever in the world they might be at the time.
The second of Dumbledore's proteges was Sirius Black, who had also been born heir to a noble family, however his parents had found him so wild and rebellious that they had disowned him at a young age leaving Dumbledore free to scoop him up to raise with James.
The third boy accepted into the czar's household was Severus Snape, whose mother was of noble birth but whose father was a humble woodcutter. The woodcutter and the fine lady had married in a fine fervour of love, but their marriage soon turned bitter with recriminations and spite, and Mrs Snape had been only too glad to relinquish the child who so resembled her detested husband and return to her regular pastimes of taunting her spouse and mourning her fate.
The three boys grew up together but despite all three having fine minds and hair as black as coaldust there was never a moment's peace between them, for all three of them were as proud as the devil and with tempers to match. The two eldest were also handsome boys who knew how to use sweet words to get their way, while the youngest, Severus was sharp-faced and sharper-tongued, so that the servants and peasants on the estate were afraid of him, and his guardian was frequently forced to reprimand him for his mannerless ways. His elder brothers, although careless to the point of recklessness, could always conjure up a smile and a disarming apology, so that they became general favourites whilst their foster-brother became more and more of a recluse.