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snarrymod (snarrymod) wrote in snarry_games, @ 2007-05-28 10:41:00

CLOSING GAMES DRABBLES #2= Gingertart!

Original poster: snarrymod

Our second Drabbler seems to be in cahoots with a current Champion. But that's ok with us, because her influence may have helped to provide us with some incredible drabbles. With an extra side of humour.

It is our pleasure to announce:

Drabbles by: gingertart50
Betaed by: rakina
Warnings: none
Rating: PG13
Setting – Postwar




Prompt 1 – Assassin
Genre – angst

Snape knew that Potter’s relatives had twisted his childhood with neglect, taught him to trust no one and primed him with rage. Then Dumbledore encouraged his insubordination, pushed him to his limit and flew him from his wrist like an eagle with Avada Kedavra eyes. There were neither bells nor jesses upon this bird, nor hope of recall. His only master was dead and Snape, the unwilling villain of the farce, faced Potter’s eleven inches of holly and recognised how he had orchestrated his own demise. With Voldemort gone, who else would bear the brunt of the green-eyed assassin’s wrath?


Prompt 2 – Oath of Fealty
Genre – angst

Harry had the sneaky bastard at his mercy yet his victory felt hollow and incomplete. Where was the old Snape, the cobra spitting venom and spite? Once Harry had called him a coward. Now that he knew the true manner of Dumbledore’s death and the oath of fealty that had forced Snape to murder his only friend and champion, Harry’s anger seemed nothing but the grudge of a sulky adolescent. Where was his wrath when he needed it? He had spent so long hating and hunting this man. He could not let those years of banked resentment go to waste.

Prompt 3 – Hostile Territory
Genre – angst

Snape’s face showed no hint of his capitulation. He was worn out with sustaining the glamours that had hidden him in hostile territory for the last two years. His downfall was the result of a foolish error, one born of exhaustion and need. He had visited a small Wizarding shop more than once within a month to buy ingredients for potions. Someone had reported him to the Aurors so now he faced the arch-Auror, blessed Harry Potter, and Slytherin pride alone kept him on his feet. Defeated only by the world’s most powerful wizard, Snape held his unkempt head high.

Prompt 4 – Prisoner of War
Genre – angst

“Drop the wand, Snape.” Harry’s voice was cold, revealing nothing of his inner turmoil. Thin and worn, Snape looked as if he had existed for years on nothing but cigarettes and spite. Where was the boggart of his schooldays now? The wizard who had revelled in the subtle art of mastery, gliding through the corridors of Hogwarts like a potion creeping through the veins, was reduced to a pallid, sickly prisoner of war. Snape looked down at his wand hand and slowly opened his fingers. The slender length of black fir tumbled end over end and clattered to the ground.

Prompt 5 – Surrender
Genre – angst

“Do it, Potter.” Snape’s voice was a phantom of his old, dark chocolate baritone. “Do not send me to an anonymous end at the mouth of a Dementor. Grant me a wizard’s death, as I granted Albus Dumbledore.” Sharp black eyes glared into green. Snape had always stolen every scene; leaving Harry wrong-footed and out manoeuvred. For once Harry was determined to play it his way.

“I put down vermin,” he said, lowering his wand. “I don’t kill wizards.”

“Getting soft, Potter?”

“No,” Harry said and something made him smile. “You will never make me angry enough to kill you.”

Prompt 6 – Counter Attack
Genre – angst

Snape’s eyes flickered from Harry’s face to the wand on the ground. Did he have the courage or resolve to counter attack? Dared he attempt to duel the wizard who had brought down Voldemort? He was so tired of running, of subterfuge and hunger. Let it end here. He wordlessly Accioed his wand and cast a cutting hex, knowing that Potter could deflect it. Yet he did not. The shredded robe flapped open and Snape stared at the blood trickling down the hero’s chest. Harry looked down then healed his own skin. His forbearance burned along Snape’s nerves like Crucio.

Prompt 7 – Armistice.
Genre – hurt/comfort

“Why?” Harry asked.

Snape sat down, wrapped his robes around his knees. “I am tired of wondering when the blow will fall. I would rather go down fighting than be put down like a dog.”

Harry sat beside him, wand held lightly, as if they were soldiers during a fragile cease-fire about to share a smoke.

“Dumbledore left McGonagall his Pensieve,” he said. “Sufficient evidence to exonerate you. No more innocent men should rot in Azkaban.”

“I am not an innocent man.”

“Nor am I,” Harry whispered. “You killed Dumbledore, I killed Voldemort. We each made the same hard choice.”


Prompt 8 – Safe Conduct.
Genre – hurt/comfort

“Come with me,” Harry said. “I won’t allow anyone to touch you.”

“Why?”

“Always untrusting, Professor? I want to clear your name. I’m not the only hero of the war.”

“You are prepared to share your glory? With a Death Eater?”

“Some glory.” His green gaze spanned Snape’s black-clad length. “Some Death Eater. Come on, you look like you could use a square meal.” He stood and held out his hand, calm and poised, no longer the impatient brat of Snape’s memories. “Professor, come with me. I can offer you safe conduct.” Slowly, Snape reached up and took his hand.


Prompt 9 – Casualty of War.
Genre – hurt/comfort

“What happened to Miss Weasley?” Snape asked. He sipped coffee, belly replete at last. Harry shrugged.

“She got married.”

“Did you and she not have an understanding?”

“Another casualty of war. I poisoned the relationship, pissed her off, she found a more cheerful bloke.”

“You do not sound distressed.”

“No,” Harry said, “I gave up expecting anyone else to understand why Gryffindor’s golden boy screams in his sleep.” He stared into his mug. “Why the sound of the rain makes me weep or a tapping twig makes me sweat. Why nothing can ever be the same.”

“I know,” said Snape.


Prompt 10 - Sanctuary.
Genre – romance

Harry woke screaming, to strange fingers carding through the tangle of his hair. No lover had ever before faced down the wild magic that washed through his nightmares.

“He’s gone,” Snape breathed, rocking him, “Gone.”

“But I’m here,” Harry choked out, clutching at the bony cradle of Snape’s limbs. “Why am I here? If he’s dead, what’s the point? I finished it all that night; the prophecy said that neither can live if the other survives.”

Snape went very still, and then his voice like red wine, rich and rare, murmured against his ear.

“Perhaps you are here for me.”

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Gingertart also sent in a Crack!Parody of the Genres for a laugh. Without further ado:

Readers’ Digest Snarry, Utilising the Moste Potente Plots in Fan Fiction in Common Usage. Created by gingertart50 and Betaed by the Most Wondrous rakina.

Warnings – irreverence and shagging. Rating – PG-13


1. Forced Bonding

“Marry HIM? Bollocks, no!”
“Marry HIM? Aargghh! Not even to defeat Voldemort / save his life / save my own life!”
“Mate, you can’t – urgh! That’s gross!”
“Don’t be silly, Harry, you must. Think how brave / tall / brooding / fascinating / intelligent Snape is.”
“Oh, very well, Hermione, if you insist.”
“I, Harry James Potter, take this snarky Potions Master – ”
“I, Severus Snape, take this Quidditch-mad idiot – ”
*Snog*
“Snape, what are you – meep!”
*Shag-shag-shag*
“Oh yes! There!”
*Satiated groan*
*Ecstatic scream*
“Oh Severus…”
*Lick, nip, suckle…*
“Harry…”
*Sigh*
“Love you…”
*Cuddle*
“Kids?”
“Yeah, go on then.”


2. Hurt/Comfort

“I’m so lonely because people only want me for my fame. My friends are all married / dead / too wrapped up in their own lives to understand.”
“I’m the reviled murderer of Albus Dumbledore, although I had to kill him because he was cursed already. I brew potions / work in a shop / sell my body to survive.”
“Snape, help me! I’m cursed / my friend is cursed / I’m so miserable!”
“No, shan’t.”
“Please? I always fancied you.”
*Oogles*
“Hm, green eyes, Quidditch-toned thighs… very well.”
*Tackle-glomp snog*
*Cuddle*
“Better now?”
“Yeah, you understand me.”
“Splendid.”
*Shag*

3. Romance

“I’ve come back to teach DADA / Quidditch / Muggle Studies and gosh – Snape is still here / back again! I didn’t realise that my feelings for him were actually sublimated lust / UST!”
“Damn, Potter’s back. I must disguise my arousal.”
“Harry, Severus, here is a task that you must do together!”
“Interfering old coot / biddy / werewolf!”
“Whisky?”
“Very well.”
*Slurp*
*Leer*
*Grope*
*Snog*
“Eek!”
*Flees in mortification*
*Is horribly hurt*
“Pair of idiots!”
*Interferes mightily*
*Cautiously approach each other – confession time*
“Want you!”
“Me too.”
*Snog*
*Shag-shag-shag*
“Good morning boys, you look happy!”
*Blushes*
“Marriage?”
“Okay.”


4. Angst

“Oh no! Voldemort has killed him / he and Voldemort died together / he died to save me! And I have only just realised how much I fancied his arse! He was cute, brave, green-eyed and had Quidditch-toned thighs."
"He was tall, brave, sarcastic, funny and he didn’t half look sexy when he swooped, despite the nose! Alas, what shall I do? Shall I: 1. kill myself, 2. name my first-born after him or 3. renounce my magic, become a squib and mourn him forever? Or I could run to Draco Malfoy / Remus Lupin / a Weasley for comfort…thinks….”


5. Humour

“Why have you gone a funny colour / sprouted body parts / become sexually insatiable / become impotent?”
“Because of a hex / potions accident / Weasley prank, you idiot!”
“Oh what can I do to help / take sneaky advantage of the situation?”
*hex*
“Ow! What did you do that for?”
“Because I’m a snarky bastard, you dunderhead of a boy – ”
*Tackle - glomp*
“Mmppff!”
*Snog*
*Shag*
“Oh, gosh, our snogging / shagging / mutual attraction has lifted the curse!”
“There’s a surprise. Who’s that?”
“Mary Sue, a plot device. Ignore her.”
“Okay.”
“Another shag?”
“Go on then.”


6. Horror

“Aargh! Ouch! Help! I’m being tortured in this dank nasty dungeon / manor house / cell by Voldemort / Malfoy / McNair / Aurors and it is gross!”
“Never fear! I shall kill some people very messily and come to torture you further / rescue you / be thrown in with you. Then we will have sex (in the cold and damp and discomfort – amazing, isn’t it?) involving manacles and blood and then escape / be rescued / die tragically together. There may be vampirism involved, not to mention ghosts. There may, or may not, be sherbet lemons. Your choice.”


7. AU

“Of all the bars / classrooms / shops / Shakespearian dramas / laboratories in all the universes, you had to walk into mine.”
“You remind me of someone.”
“Are you gay?”
“I don’t know.”
*Tackle - snog*
“Yes, I’m gay. Hooray!”
“Shall we return to the Potterverse where there is unrealistically fantastic first-time sex even though I’m well over forty and you’re a virgin?”
“Sounds good.”
“Also an insane wizard who’s intent on getting us both killed.”
“Why?”
“Because he’s fighting an insane wizard who’s intent on getting us both killed.”
“Since you put it like that… no.”
“Thought not.”


8. Wartime

“I’m bored; alone with a shrieking portrait, cursed artefacts (including at least one Horcrux) and a Dark library containing a mysterious book. Oh, here’s Snape, injured again. Dumbledore told everyone he was our spy; don’t know why no one told Voldemort. He’s training me in Occlumency / curses / kung fu. We fight but it’s just UST. He’ll reluctantly shag me the night before I go to face Voldie, whom I’ll defeat using: 1. arcane rituals from the mysterious book; 2. sex magic; 3. a fluorescent monster from the netherworld, or 4. something the house elves told me about. Whoopee.”


9. Slavery (including angst and spanking, just for Rakina.)

“I’m enslaved because I’m a traitor / ex Death Eater / Lucius Malfoy is involved somehow.”
“I loathe slavery but I bought Snape to protect him / get my revenge / because I’m the only wizard powerful enough to control him.”
“Damn, I’m Potter’s house elf. In a short skirt.”
“I know you’re innocent; I just wanted you in frilly knickers.”
*Spank*
*Snarl*
*Storms off, sulking*
“Ah-hah, I spy the traitor alone and wandless! Attack the house!”
*Defends Potter’s house valiantly*
“Noooo! Unhand my Severus, Malfoy!”
*hex*
“Severus, wake up, I love you!”
*Blinks*
“You do?”
*Snog*
“Yes.”
*Fluff ensues*

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Thank you, gingertart50!!


Stay tuned for more Drabbles while voters catch up on the 2007 Winter Games Submissions!