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rarepair_shortsAuthor: runningsissors
Recipient:orpheus_samhain
Title: The Light Can Hide It All
Pairing: Evan Rosier/Lily Evans
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,371
Summary: The Dungeons were the low of the low to get assigned to; even Slytherin Prefects didn’t want the job, but of course they would never admit as such.
Author's Notes: Thank-you to my beta, Emma. You're a gem as you know. I'd also like to thank my recipient for providing me with such interesting prompts and wants. This was a pleasure to write, and hopefully it will be a pleasure to read. There's a few swear words, but other than that no warning.
In darkness one may be ashamed of what one does, without the shame of disgrace – Sophocles
The torchlight flickered as a wind blew through the drafty dungeon corridor, threatening to extinguish the little light that was provided. His shoes gave an unpleasant sound as it ground against loose stoning, but he wasn’t fazed.
The dungeons were the low of the low to get assigned to. Even Slytherin Prefects didn’t want the job; of course they would never admit as such. Evan had been late for last week’s monthly meeting, and had therefore been punished to evening dungeon rounds.
He snarled darkly at nothing in particular and rounded the corner. He was bloody tired of rounds and patrol. His sleep was worth more than this certainly.
The torchlight flickered again and Evan gripped onto his wand tighter. The wind howled through the foundation and he couldn’t suppress the shiver that ran up his spine. Fuck it all, he thought, and with that he turned on his heal, and headed back in the direction of the Slytherin common room. No one was thick enough to be creeping around the dungeon after hours.
He had only two corridors to turn: two corridors to take to get to the staircase leading to the Slytherin passageway, when he stopped dead in his tracks. The soft sound of a girl’s cry was coming from a darkened side corridor.
He swore darkly, and swivelled his body to the left, storming down the blackened corridor.
“Lumos,” he hissed under his breath, brandishing his wand in front of his robes.
There was a small startled cry to his left. He jumped, his heart lodging it’s self in his throat for a moment, before he snarled and threw his beam of light to his left.
A small girl scrambled up to a standing position, her hands wiping furiously at her eyes.
“You’re breaking curfew,” he snarled, “go have your pity party in your own common room.”
He raised his wand slightly, catching a glimpse of her scarlet and gold crest. His snarl curled into a vicious sneer, “You’re a long way from your den, wouldn’t you say?” He smirked, “That’ll be twenty points from Gryffindor.”
“You can’t take points away from me.” She hissed out, her voice sounding hoarse. “I’m a Prefect, you thick sod.”
Evan scowled and raised his wand back up to her chest again to see her Prefect badge pinned neatly above that insufferable Gryffindor crest.
He hunched his shoulders, “then what the bloody fuck are you doing down here? You weren’t assigned to the dungeons.”
“I was just trying to find Sev-“ her eyes widened and she looked down at the floor quickly before bringing her eyes back up. “It’s none of your business.” She snapped, quickly trying to cover her previous words. “I don’t have to answer to you.”
But her tries were pointless, for he’d caught on to what she’d been about to say. A malicious sneer covered his lips.
“I should have known,” he started, inclining his body towards her. Her back hit the wall, and she looked up at him with wide green eyes. “You’re the filthy little Mudblood that used to be attached to Snape. Come to make amends have you?”
Her eyes were hard, but her lip quivered ever so slightly, giving her away to him.
His sneer grew. “You’re wasting your time,” he said, leaning further into her. “Snape doesn’t want a disgusting muggle born like you.”
He’d noticed the way Snape’s gaze always seemed to follow her. He couldn’t understand why a wizard with such dark talent could associate himself with someone as low and impure as that Mudblood, Lily Evans.
“Get out of my way.” She said between clenched teeth. “Now.”
He smirked, trapping her body to the wall with his hand. She tensed up. “Does it hurt to know that he finally sees what you really are?”
Her eyes flickered to the other end of the darkened corridor. “No one in the castle will hear your screams, except for Slytherins,” he snarled, his breath hot on ear, “and they’re certainly got going to come out and help a dirty Mudblood.”
“I’m warning you,” she went to move and he threw up his other hand, completely blocking her body now. “Get out of my way, or you’ll find yourself in the Hospital Wing for a week.”
“Is that a threat?” The low light from his wand created a halo of sorts above her red hair. “Because I don’t like being threatened, Mudblood.”
“I’m not afraid of you.” She huffed. “You think that everyone cowers at your feet, but really everyone just thinks you and your ideas are ridiculous.”
“Well, your precious Severus seems to agree with me. So they must not be that ridiculous, Mudblood.”
“Stop calling me that.” she growled, a flush climbing up her neck. “My blood is just as good as yours. I would rather be the muggle born than a Death Eater, like you.”
He snarled, pushing his body closer to her, bringing his face down just inches from hers. “We’ll see about that. When the Dark Lord gains power, you’ll be the first to go, Mudblood. Maybe then you’ll wish differently.”
She pushed at him, her hands rough and hard on his chest as she pounded her fists against him.
“Let me go.” She yelled. “I swear to Merlin, if you don’t step back I’ll—“
“You’ll what?” He challenged, pressing his hand on her thigh to hold her still. He could feel gooseflesh rise on her skin. “Your silly Gryffindor courage won’t get you anywhere.”
Her eyes were a startling bright shade of green now. “Get your hand off me.” She snarled, her voice hitching slightly on the end.
She was scared; he could see it.
Blood pumped through his veins; pure clean blood. He was too far in now; enjoyed the knowledge that he made her skin crawl far too much to stop and let her go.
He wasn’t going to do anything to her. He didn’t want filth like her on his hands, but he could certainly play with her. Watch her squirm, maybe beg even if he played his cards right.
It would serve her right. Cocky Gryffindors who thought they were above the rest because they were the Head Master’s favourite.
“Let’s see how dirty that blood of yours is then, shall we?” his hand slid a bit higher and she gasped. “My guess is that it matches the colour of sludge, but we’ll have to find out, won’t we?”
His lifted his wanded hand from the wall, creating just enough space for her to get her knee up and sack him.
Pain exploded through him like nothing he’d ever experienced. He gave a gruff cry as she pushed him away and he slumped to the ground, watching helplessly as she ran down the corridor without a glance back.
That fucking bint, he raged as he fumbled around for his fallen wand. He could hear the sound of her footsteps echoing through the Dungeon.
She wasn’t that far away. He could still catch up to her.
With the grit of his teeth, he pushed himself off the ground and shuffled after her. But soon after, the echo of her footsteps became a quiet murmur, droned out by the sound of mysteries lurking beneath the surface of the lake.
--- --- --- ---
When Evan stormed into the common room minutes later, it was completely deserted except for one soul.
One lone boy with frighteningly pale skin and dark haunting features; his long nose stuck between the pages of dusty old textbook.
He raised his head in Evan’s direction and scowled. “You alright, Rosier?”
Evan smirked darkly, running a hand through his hair. “I’m fine, Snape. Just tired is all.”
“You didn’t perchance see any of the other Prefects on your rounds, did you?” He asked, the hopeful edge to voice unsuccessfully being masked.
“No.” Evan replied, watching with amusement at the way Severus’s face fell. “I didn’t see anyone.”
The younger boy nodded, and bowed his head back to his book.
With one final look around, Evan took the stairs to his dormitory; leaving the events of that night behind him.
The Mudblood would get what was coming to her in the end. He was sure of it.
runningsissorsRecipient:
orpheus_samhainTitle: The Light Can Hide It All
Pairing: Evan Rosier/Lily Evans
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,371
Summary: The Dungeons were the low of the low to get assigned to; even Slytherin Prefects didn’t want the job, but of course they would never admit as such.
Author's Notes: Thank-you to my beta, Emma. You're a gem as you know. I'd also like to thank my recipient for providing me with such interesting prompts and wants. This was a pleasure to write, and hopefully it will be a pleasure to read. There's a few swear words, but other than that no warning.
In darkness one may be ashamed of what one does, without the shame of disgrace – Sophocles
The torchlight flickered as a wind blew through the drafty dungeon corridor, threatening to extinguish the little light that was provided. His shoes gave an unpleasant sound as it ground against loose stoning, but he wasn’t fazed.
The dungeons were the low of the low to get assigned to. Even Slytherin Prefects didn’t want the job; of course they would never admit as such. Evan had been late for last week’s monthly meeting, and had therefore been punished to evening dungeon rounds.
He snarled darkly at nothing in particular and rounded the corner. He was bloody tired of rounds and patrol. His sleep was worth more than this certainly.
The torchlight flickered again and Evan gripped onto his wand tighter. The wind howled through the foundation and he couldn’t suppress the shiver that ran up his spine. Fuck it all, he thought, and with that he turned on his heal, and headed back in the direction of the Slytherin common room. No one was thick enough to be creeping around the dungeon after hours.
He had only two corridors to turn: two corridors to take to get to the staircase leading to the Slytherin passageway, when he stopped dead in his tracks. The soft sound of a girl’s cry was coming from a darkened side corridor.
He swore darkly, and swivelled his body to the left, storming down the blackened corridor.
“Lumos,” he hissed under his breath, brandishing his wand in front of his robes.
There was a small startled cry to his left. He jumped, his heart lodging it’s self in his throat for a moment, before he snarled and threw his beam of light to his left.
A small girl scrambled up to a standing position, her hands wiping furiously at her eyes.
“You’re breaking curfew,” he snarled, “go have your pity party in your own common room.”
He raised his wand slightly, catching a glimpse of her scarlet and gold crest. His snarl curled into a vicious sneer, “You’re a long way from your den, wouldn’t you say?” He smirked, “That’ll be twenty points from Gryffindor.”
“You can’t take points away from me.” She hissed out, her voice sounding hoarse. “I’m a Prefect, you thick sod.”
Evan scowled and raised his wand back up to her chest again to see her Prefect badge pinned neatly above that insufferable Gryffindor crest.
He hunched his shoulders, “then what the bloody fuck are you doing down here? You weren’t assigned to the dungeons.”
“I was just trying to find Sev-“ her eyes widened and she looked down at the floor quickly before bringing her eyes back up. “It’s none of your business.” She snapped, quickly trying to cover her previous words. “I don’t have to answer to you.”
But her tries were pointless, for he’d caught on to what she’d been about to say. A malicious sneer covered his lips.
“I should have known,” he started, inclining his body towards her. Her back hit the wall, and she looked up at him with wide green eyes. “You’re the filthy little Mudblood that used to be attached to Snape. Come to make amends have you?”
Her eyes were hard, but her lip quivered ever so slightly, giving her away to him.
His sneer grew. “You’re wasting your time,” he said, leaning further into her. “Snape doesn’t want a disgusting muggle born like you.”
He’d noticed the way Snape’s gaze always seemed to follow her. He couldn’t understand why a wizard with such dark talent could associate himself with someone as low and impure as that Mudblood, Lily Evans.
“Get out of my way.” She said between clenched teeth. “Now.”
He smirked, trapping her body to the wall with his hand. She tensed up. “Does it hurt to know that he finally sees what you really are?”
Her eyes flickered to the other end of the darkened corridor. “No one in the castle will hear your screams, except for Slytherins,” he snarled, his breath hot on ear, “and they’re certainly got going to come out and help a dirty Mudblood.”
“I’m warning you,” she went to move and he threw up his other hand, completely blocking her body now. “Get out of my way, or you’ll find yourself in the Hospital Wing for a week.”
“Is that a threat?” The low light from his wand created a halo of sorts above her red hair. “Because I don’t like being threatened, Mudblood.”
“I’m not afraid of you.” She huffed. “You think that everyone cowers at your feet, but really everyone just thinks you and your ideas are ridiculous.”
“Well, your precious Severus seems to agree with me. So they must not be that ridiculous, Mudblood.”
“Stop calling me that.” she growled, a flush climbing up her neck. “My blood is just as good as yours. I would rather be the muggle born than a Death Eater, like you.”
He snarled, pushing his body closer to her, bringing his face down just inches from hers. “We’ll see about that. When the Dark Lord gains power, you’ll be the first to go, Mudblood. Maybe then you’ll wish differently.”
She pushed at him, her hands rough and hard on his chest as she pounded her fists against him.
“Let me go.” She yelled. “I swear to Merlin, if you don’t step back I’ll—“
“You’ll what?” He challenged, pressing his hand on her thigh to hold her still. He could feel gooseflesh rise on her skin. “Your silly Gryffindor courage won’t get you anywhere.”
Her eyes were a startling bright shade of green now. “Get your hand off me.” She snarled, her voice hitching slightly on the end.
She was scared; he could see it.
Blood pumped through his veins; pure clean blood. He was too far in now; enjoyed the knowledge that he made her skin crawl far too much to stop and let her go.
He wasn’t going to do anything to her. He didn’t want filth like her on his hands, but he could certainly play with her. Watch her squirm, maybe beg even if he played his cards right.
It would serve her right. Cocky Gryffindors who thought they were above the rest because they were the Head Master’s favourite.
“Let’s see how dirty that blood of yours is then, shall we?” his hand slid a bit higher and she gasped. “My guess is that it matches the colour of sludge, but we’ll have to find out, won’t we?”
His lifted his wanded hand from the wall, creating just enough space for her to get her knee up and sack him.
Pain exploded through him like nothing he’d ever experienced. He gave a gruff cry as she pushed him away and he slumped to the ground, watching helplessly as she ran down the corridor without a glance back.
That fucking bint, he raged as he fumbled around for his fallen wand. He could hear the sound of her footsteps echoing through the Dungeon.
She wasn’t that far away. He could still catch up to her.
With the grit of his teeth, he pushed himself off the ground and shuffled after her. But soon after, the echo of her footsteps became a quiet murmur, droned out by the sound of mysteries lurking beneath the surface of the lake.
When Evan stormed into the common room minutes later, it was completely deserted except for one soul.
One lone boy with frighteningly pale skin and dark haunting features; his long nose stuck between the pages of dusty old textbook.
He raised his head in Evan’s direction and scowled. “You alright, Rosier?”
Evan smirked darkly, running a hand through his hair. “I’m fine, Snape. Just tired is all.”
“You didn’t perchance see any of the other Prefects on your rounds, did you?” He asked, the hopeful edge to voice unsuccessfully being masked.
“No.” Evan replied, watching with amusement at the way Severus’s face fell. “I didn’t see anyone.”
The younger boy nodded, and bowed his head back to his book.
With one final look around, Evan took the stairs to his dormitory; leaving the events of that night behind him.
The Mudblood would get what was coming to her in the end. He was sure of it.
