Diary - Siruis Black - October 2002

2002-10-01 01:57:00,
HOUSE ELF NOTE TO PROFESSOR SNAPE,

Master,

Shall I cease taking the Potion?

2002-10-01 07:37:00,
HOUSE ELF NOTE TO PROFESSOR SNAPE,

(The note arrives with a large stoppered bottle full of a sweet smelling Potion.)

Master, here is the remainder of the batch. As we both know, it works, and you are welcome to store it for later usage, or have me destroy it at a later time.

2002-10-01 09:51:00,
Potions (Incomplete)

Jack returned to the dorm after taking his morning shower. His hair was wet, combed back out of his eyes, and he was wearing a Slytherin Bath Robe. He set his personal items back in his nightstand drawer, then went to his dresser, and pulled out a clean shirt, tie, and underwear. He glanced over toward Draco's bed, seeing if he was out of bed yet.

After the nerve racking dream, Draco was far from unable to go back to sleep..perhaps dozing once and awhile, but his mind wouldn't let him forget what had happened upon that ethereal plane. By the time the other just started to wake up, Draco was long gone and already dressed, being as quiet as possible in his doings. Instead, he took his solitude towards the common rooms for the rest of the time. Trying to pry his mind away from other things by reading a book, but that was quickly shunned and he finally settled towards just simply watching a small area on the wall, allowing to think about last night..despite his attempts not to.

Jack put his underwear on first, and then this trousers and zipped them up. He stood for a long time, looking at his reflection in the dorm room mirror. He reached a hand up to stroke at the silver snake coiled around his neck, and smiled softly. As he stroked it gently, it lifted it's wee head and hissed playfully at his fingertips. Jack smiled, then turned from his reflection, and finished getting dressed. Draco's bed was empty, so he must have gone down earlier. Once he was ready to go, he gathered his bookbag, and went down to the common room, heading to breakfast.

Within his own thoughts, Draco found himself starting to fall asleep, truly finding it hard to stay awake, but both hearing people come down the stairs..and the sudden flash of that bleeding couch..he jerked his head up. Rubbing eyes, he looked towards the stairs..only to find Jack bounding down the stairs behind two third years. Pushing up, he gave a soft smile. "Morning..sleep well?" Deciding to keep things to a gentle small talk. Where he found himself rather comfortable with. But even that couldn't hide the yawn he emitted.

Jack looked over at Draco, not noticing him sitting there until he spoke. He smiled softly, then walked over to near where Draco sat. "Quite well..." he said, then looked Draco over. "You on the other hand... look like you had a rough night..." he said in a concerned tone.

Draco shrugged some, acting completely casual about whatever ails him. "We all have a couple of those in our lives, last night was just one of them.." Seems he had been keeping a lot of things from Jack..then again, they weren't exactly close as they once were. Quirking brows he nodded towards the door. "Ready to go down to breakfast?" What a wonderful way to change the subject.

Jack nodded solemnly, and reached out a hand to Draco, to pull him up to his feet. "Sure, here, hand up mate." he said with a small smile. "We don't want to be late for Potions." he said in a reverent sounding tone.

Draco took his offered hand and pulled himself out. Picking up his bag, he nodded with little or no emotion, way too tired to really give any for anybody. With that said and done, Draco pushed from his spot and towards the portal. Happy to be heading down towards breakfast..being rather hungry as he thought about it.

Jack watched Draco walk ahead of him, and feeling that he wasn't in the mood to talk, particualrly to him, he shrugged it off, and went in for breakfast.

Fifth year Potions with the Gryffindors and Slytherins had been as dully monotonous as ever, with only the occassional moment of 'Ohpleasedon'tendupblowingupmylab'. Well, the lesson had been boring. Snape was sitting in his chair, watching the last students finish clearing up, willing them to hurry up.

Jack had finished his potion on time, perfect and with no mistakes, as per usual. Only Hermione had been his equal in skill and speed. He was not really speaking with Draco. Ever since their awkward conversation this morning.

Snape didn't want to look up at the class. The desktop was... safer? No. Oh Gods definately not. He resorted to counting, a low rumble he could feel deep down, killing each minute until the lesson and the torment would end.

Once he had put everything away, cauldron, books and supplies, he pulled out a novel he had started, and resting it on his desk, began to read until the bell rang.

2002-10-01 20:02:00,
Observances,

Watching. That is what I find myself doing a lot of now. Housemates, teachers, other students. What can I learn from this? I am not sure.

Perhaps just the different dynamics of mood, personality, and lifestyle is interesting enough?

Maybe. Maybe it's because I am bored, and my schoolwork is completed, and I am just sitting here, relaxing, and feeling wrong about that.

It's been so long since I have had free time to just, sit. Well WANT to just sit, not forced to.

Funny thing that. Or maybe not.",,

2002-10-02 22:45:00,
Voices

Another day of studies has been completed here at Hogwarts. Despite 'certain things' that are different in my Private Life, the days are a flow of monotony. Wake, eat, learn, eat, learn, study, retire. Preparation for the Adult world treadmill of exhistance? Perhaps.

Harry seems well enough, from what I am able to gather. NO word of Voldemort comes to my ear or my mind. Draco. Is petulant, and distant. Perhaps he is Voldemort's new Pet? I would have no way of knowing. He does not deign to talk to me of his personal matters.

I would listen should he want to of course, but I will not nag at him for conversation. I can find enough idle chit chat with the other inhabitants of this house.

And of Severus Snape? Ah... as I sit here just considering him, a voice whispers in my mind's ear, and the Ouroboros stirs.

"I do not... want to be alone..."

I find, that neither do I. Coming Master.

As ever.

2002-10-02 23:18:00,
Summoned to the Master.

Snape put down his quill, closing his journal carefully. He didn't want to write any more; he couldn't keep his mind on it. Elbow resting on the desktop, he pinched the bridge of his nose, frowning at the beginings of a headache. He turned and glanced over his shelves, eyes catching on the newest addition to his apothecary, before he forced himself to find what he was looking for, and take a small spoonfull. The vile taste had him struggling against his gag reflex, but cleared the approaching mugginess.

Jack found it quite easy to slip from the Common Room to the Hallway outside of Slytherin House, then into the Potions Classroom. He walked silently and directly to Snape's door, then paused outside of it, and rested his forehead against the wood. Had he been called. The Ouroboros lifted it's head and tickled his earlobe with the tickle of metallic tongue, then layed back down again. Jack took in a long steadying breath, and knocked softly, twice, then waited.

The horrid philtre scratched at the back of Snape's throat, and his voice was a low growl- slightly pained. "Come," he said, keeping his face as expressionless as he could, dismissing the immediate worry that it wasn't real and crushing it down where it couldn't bother him.

Jack heard the monosyllabic command come from within, and after taking a steadying breath, opened the door and slipped inside, silently closing it behind him. Upon entering, he glanced around the room, and spied Snape in his normal hunch over his desk. Jack swallowed, not sure what to say, or even if he should even speak. So, he stood there for a moment, then moved to sit on the edge of the platform where the desk stood, and a leaned a shoulder against it, back to Snape, but within reach.

With a small whuff of -amusement? relief?- Snape watched as Jack entered, and sat down. For long moments he said nothing, simply content to watch. He let his eyes slide lazily over him, over his collar, where he knew his... little pet? lay. Almost conversationally Snape said without warning, and a little ruefully, "I never did give you back the rest of your essays, did I, Grim?"

Jack nodded slowly. "It is of no consquence Master. I know there is much else to keep you busy these days. Mark then at your leisure." he said softly. "In fact, if it is not too presumptuous of me to say, perhaps you would like to retire for the evening...."

Now Snape was definately amused. "Oh, trying to tell me something are you?" he snorted, shaking his head gently. But thinking about his age was the last thing he wanted to do. His good humour vanished, and he stood up abruptly.

Jack turned around and looked up at him, patiently. "It was merely a suggestion Master." he said quietly. "I would not presume to instruct you in any matter. That is for you to do alone." he said, then smiled ever so slightly. Without waiting for a cue, he stood up, and moved to wait near the door leading to Snape's Chambers.

Snape flashed between annoyance, fustration, amusement, resignation and... got very confused, and decided it wasn't worth the effort. This time. Though he decided he'd have to get up early to keep on his toes. With a nonchalant air, he moved to his door, as if he'd already been planning on it. Well, he had in a way. "Good, take care that you don't... presume," turning the handle.

Jack lowered his gaze as Snape approached, nodding. "Yes, Sir." he said as he laced his hands behind his back and awaited further instructions at this point.

Snape opened the door sharply, so the barrel made a loud clanking sound, pulled it evenly back, and looked from the room within to Jack. "Well, why are you still here?"

Jack looked surprised for just a second, then calmly replied, "Beacause you did not wish to be alone, Master," he said, in a deferred tone. "I came to... ease whatever wants you might have. I did feel a summons...."

Snape rolled his eyes, deliberately. "Yes, I obviously called you because I desperately need someone to sit guard at my door, Grim." Oh actually, now he mentioned it... No. Silly idea. 'Don't be so daft'. He looked at Jack again before he walked in, leaving the door open.

Jack felt his face warm, and get red, but swallowing down any reply that could make Snape's mood worse, he entered, and turned, closing the door, and locked it manually before rounding and crossing the room. He approached Snape's bed, and paused there for a moment. A sudden attack of nerves, and reality washing over him, then with a blink and a shake of his head, he began to turn the bed down.

Surreal. That was the word for it. One thing in... the heat of the moment? But this calm, almost bloody normal... Stop thinking, he told himself. That's what he'd decided, and that was what he had to do. Lords but he hated awkwardness. Ruffled, he headed to the small washroom.

Jack looked around as Snape departed to the washroom, and for a moment, was at a loss as to what to do right then. He KNEW with almost a certainty what was wanted and going to be occuring here, but he was at a loss as to how to go about it. He knew the machinations of course, but the roles here were different, the dynamics were all, skewed. He knew Snape would not want to talk, to just, do. So, with that in mind, Jack quickly disrobed, and slipped under the pulled covers of the bed, and scooted to the far side. He tried to assume a casual pose, but found all awkward or preposterous. At last he laid on his back, covers pulled up to his chest. A quick glance around the room, and he extinguished all but one candle near the bed with a hissed "Nox".

Snape ran the tap, and splashed water into his face, stinging his eyes, well aware that he was just going to find any excuse to get distracted right now. A moment's hesitation and he took off his heavy work-robe, leaving him in his shirt. He folded his robe over-carefully, placing it on a low stool, and bit his lip. Braced himself. Walked back into the room and veered to the unoccupied side, eyes steadfastly avoiding contact, and he sat down to start untying his shoes.

Jack looked over lazily at Snape, not saying anything and in that moment wishing for all the word he had a pint in him already or at least a few tokes. We virigin Wedding Nights this awkward? Like he would ever know. He watched Snape for a moment then closed his eyes, feigning sleep.

Shoes, socks, both off and sitting on the floor acussingly, the tongues lolling. He unfastened the cuffs on his shirtsleeves, undid his pants, slid them to the floor, and before he could think twice loosened his collar and whipped his shirt over his head. He was beginning to wish he hadn't... felt lonely? The very idea of... He got up, walked over the cold floor and pulled on his nightrobe as he went, walking into his Office without a word.

Jack lay there for a moment. He had felt the weight on the bed, the sounds of shoes and other things removed, then the weight was gone, and he had opened his eyes in just enough time to see Snape disappear out to his office beyond in a swirl of robes. "What the fuck?" he muttered to himself, leaning up on one elbow. He stared at the open door, then at the empty side of the bed, and sighing, rolled onto his side, offering the room his back, and closed his eyes again.

A sink gurgled as it struggled to deal with a rather hasty disposal of liquid, then a clank as a jar was slammed down. A few more noises, and Snape stormed back into the room with a goblet. "Well, what are you bloody waiting for?"

Jack quickly rolled back over, hair tossled, and confused look on his face. "You. Master...." he said with a bit of a confused tone to his voice. His eyes found the goblet Snape was holding, and he frowned slightly, then looked up at Snape. "Mead for you Sir?"

Oh Gods, he was going to have NO patience by the end of the night. Screw subtlety. With his free hand he grabbed Jack by the scruff, pulling him upright, and pushed the goblet to his lips. "Do I have to spell each and every single thing out to you?"

Jack made a little frightened sound as he was gripped and the goblet shoved to his mouth. He muttered an apologetic sounding word or two, then gripped the goblet, and tossed the contents down in a quick sucession of swallows. He was unable to stop from wincing at the taste, then handed the goblet back to Snape. He looked up at him, running his tongue over his upper lip to wipe away the remains. "Perhaps, Master, if you were to make known to me.... what would please you best..." he said, then lowered his eyes. He was going to get cuffed, he knew it. Dogs always did. "This is unfamiliar to me as well. I only desire to please... not anger..." he added, then waited.

Snape was far from pleased. and kept hold of Jack as he drank, snatching the goblet back when he was finished. Slammed it on the bedside table. "I can see you need a careful eye keeping on you, though I had hoped you wouldn't be so... slow. Let's hope you aren't untrainable." He let go of Jack's neck, white marks turning red where he'd gripped a little enthusiastically.

Jack's eyes went wide, and all he could do was shake his head dully. "Please..... just tell me..." he said in a whisper, then closed his mouth and watched Snape's tense posture. His heart was pounding and had he not drugged his own sexuality to numbness, he was quite sure he would have a raging hardon by now. Wait....

"Well for one, you can lie back," Snape said, and emphasised his point by pushing back at one shoulder. Teaching, still, it seemed. "I take it you know how to prepare, at least?"

Jack nodded quickly, and eased back onto the bed, still watching Snape with wide cautious eyes. He swallowed, and looking to the side and spotting Snape's hand on his shoulder, clutching he got an idea. Reaching over with his opposite hand, he slid his hand over the back of Snape's pale one, and then back down to lace his fingers with his, Jack's smaller hand on top. He moved the joined hands over toward his face, and closing his eyes, slowly ran his tongue over Snape's palm. There was a numbing bitter taste, but that quickly went away and he traced a trail down across Snape's palm to suck at the pulse point of his wrist.

Alright, it wasn't such an irredeemable situation then. Snape closed his eyes to the warm, wet touch, before deciding it wasn't nearly enough. His question hadn't been answered, either, but for once he decided to let the issue slide. His other hand splayed on the mattress next to Jack's head, and he managed to keep his hand fairly still as he got onto the bed, straddling Jack at the hips, thighs brushing. He sat back a little, took his weight off his hand and onto his knees. "No matter, it is not to hard to learn."

Jack nodded slowly as he continued to suck on the pale skin, just to the point of leaving a mark, then let go of the hand and laying flat, slid down farther between the pale thighs that framed him and moved a hand to grip at the rising flesh just before his face. "I want to learn..." he smiled, then gripping Snape firmly at the base, took in a deep breath, and relaxed before sliding his mouth over him.

Snape reached out with one hand and cradled it around the back of Jack's head. Breathing in and out through his nose, he leaned forwards as he pushed Jack further down over himself, before he grabbed a handfull of dark hair and pulled him back. None too gentle, he dragged him back til he was supine again, and shuffled backwards. "Then you shall," he said, leaned forwards, and swiped his tongue over Jack's stomach.

Now Snape was definately amused. "Oh, trying to tell me something are you?" he snorted, shaking his head gently. Bt thinking about his age was the last thing he wanted to do. His good humour vanished, and he stood up abruptly.

Jack lowered his gaze as Snape approached, nodding. "Yes, Sir." he said as he laced his hands behind his back and awaited further instructions at this point.

Snape opened the door sharply, so the barrel made a loud clanking sound, pulled it evenly back, and looked from the room within to Jack. "Well, why are you still here?"

Oh gods, he was going to have NO patience by the end of the night. Screw subtlety. With his free hand he grabbed Jack by the scruff, oulling him upright, and oushed the goblet to his lips. "Do I have to spell each and every single thing out to you?"

Jack made a little frightened sound as he was gripped and the goblet shoved to his mouth. He muttered an aplogetic sounding word or two, then gripped the goblet, and tossed the contents down in a quick sucession of swallows. He was unable to stop from wincing at the taste, then handed the goblet back to Snape. He looked up at him, running his tongue over his upper lip to wipe away the remains. "Perhaps, Master, if you were to make known to me.... what would please you best..." he said, then lowered his eyes. He was going to get cuffed, he knew it. Dogs always did. "This is unfamiliar to me as well. I only desire to please... not anger..." he added, then waited.

"Well for one, you can lie back," Snape said, and emphasised his point by pushing back at one shoulder. Teaching, still, it seemed. "I take it you know how to prepare, at least?"

Jack had just fallen into the rhythm of the task at hand, when Snape suddenly pulled him back, off of him and pushed him back down onto his back again. He was going to be taught, that was certain, but what? He leaned his head back, hanks of his long hair still twisted tightly in Snape's long fingers, then he felt the cool moistness of Snape's tongue slide across his belly. He shivered, and clutched at the coverlet with his hands. "S-Sir...?" he asked nervously, feeling Snape move over his body hungrily.

A low growl, and Snape moved to bite firmly at one hip, a hand making sure the other one stayed down. Then he slid backwards, crouching on his haunches, his face close to Jack's groin and his nose full of his scent. "Patience, first," he muttered, past tingling lips.

Jack cried out at the nip to his hipbone, and shuddered again, "Yes.... yes Master.." he panted. Why was Snape doing this? Had he forgotten about the potion he had brewed and drank? What was the point, unless.... the potion he had been given.... Jack felt an odd tensing in his lower stomach as Snape moved his mouth around in close proximity to his groin.

Snape laughed, silently, and not showing his teeth at the evident confusion and the potion, slowly seeping through his veins. He could almost see it, trace its progress through flushed skin. Hear it, in the thud-thudding in his ribcage. He ran a long, thin tongue over the insides of his thighs, slowly, stimulating the blood flow further.

Jack let out a moan as the feeling of tongue on his inner thigh. He closed his eyes, and held his breath. He was feeling, SOMETHING, but he wasn't sure what. A warm, tingling sensation was creeping over him, making him eager, and nervously excited. The fear of the unknown. He was begining to guess what was in the draught Snape had fed him. How nice and considerate of him.

Leaving his hands gripping, and lightly massaging Jack's hips, Snape leaned forwards, and pushed his nose against the flat plane of stomach, pushing it up along his chest, breath quickening as the movement brushed his own member against something warm. Some things were worth doing properly. Eventually he had to let go of Jack's hips and use his hands to support him, as he held his face close to Jack's ear. "Now, Grim, I want you to prepare yourself."

Jack was laying still as Snape moved to hover his body over his. His breath caught in his throat at his nose moved up his bare body, closer and closer until his face hung just above his, and he could feel the pulsing hardness of Snape's shaft against his leg. Prepare yourself. Is what he heard, but he had no idea what else he could do at this point, in this position, so he nodded. "Yes... yes sir...." he whispered.

Dark eyes closed, and with great reluctance and care, the taller man drew himself back to sit on Jack's shins. Brushing back a few errant strands behind one ear, he watched, hungrily. He murmured an Accio, and held out a small, blue bottle, before he eventually sat back and off Jack.

Jack took the bottle from Snape and smiled shyly. Dammit, he was blushing. So, Snape wanted to watch... Something new? He was up for that, in more ways than one he could feel. Jack scooted himself farther up on the bed, to lean back against the headboard, and while looking down at his belly, filled a palmful of the ointment, then slid the hand down his belly, and around his cock. He closed his eyes, and spread his legs apart, allowing for a better view, and gave himself a few slow lanquid strokes before sliding his hand down farther, over his balls, and slowly inserted his slicked middle two fingers inside. "Oh....." he moaned at the sensation. He let his head fall farther back into the pile of pillows as he slowly began to finger fuck himself.

Snape ran his tongue over the top of his palate, swallowing at how dry it suddenly was. One hand slid to grab a handful of the covers and he tangled his fingers in it, forcing himself to wait. He watched Jack's growing arousal, gaguing his delay with growing impatience. Something both needed to learn, perhaps.

Jack's body began to undulate slowly in a soft wave of young flesh. His hips rose and fell, timed with his movements of his hand. He paused, added more of the linament with his off hand, then resumed, adding a third finger, and some wrist rotations. He was fully erect by now, but that part of his anatomy went ignored as he fingered himself, deeper and deeper. His mouth fell open, slack, and he grunted, panting for air as his heart raced, his blood thundered in his ears, in his veins.

As much as it was nice to watch, Snape had supped his full. "I think that's enough..." he slipped his hand about Jack's, pulling his fingers out, and wiping that hand over Jack's stomach. He kneeled between splayed legs, and looked down between them at the youth's erection. "Are you going to behave, or am I going to have to restrain you?" he asked.

Jack opened his eyes when he felt Snape move in closer, and pull his hand from him. He smiled lazily, his face flushed, and a glow with building desire. "I never know if I am going to behave or not Master, in any situation..." he said softly, then laughed, a bit nervously. "Which would please you more, Master?" he asked in a whisper.

"Right now... I want you to wait... And if you can't..." He shuffled a little, and lifted Jack's legs a little around him, pressing himself up against the slick opening, cursing the further delay.

Jack sighed as Snape moved to mount him, and concentrated on relaxing everything, including his mind. "I shall be punished..." he grinned, as if he desired that more than anything, "Yes, Master...." he sighed as he clutched his hands tighter into the bedcovers and surrendered himself.

Well, at least he wouldn't have to spell everything out. Snape settled himself, gripped slender hips, and slowly pushed himself in, unblinking. Surprised how intelligble his voice was, he said, slowly, as he started withdrawing, "I want... to watch you... sssnap." Snap, break, and fall apart. And scream. Scream like he had done when he'd used the Cruciatus on him... That thought had his heart skip a few beats, and he pushed in harder this time.

Jack tensed despite his best efforts, and moaned as the Potions' Master entered him slowly. Three fingers was NOT enough, remember that next time. Perhaps a Bobby's club would have been better. "S-nap, Sir?" he asked, then let out the breath he had been holding as Snape withdrew, then he gasped when he trust again. "Ugh!" he cried, knuckles white as he was speared and pressed down into the bed.

"Snap..." he repeated, as if that explained everything. He grabbed a handfull of multicoloured fringe, palm resting on his forehead. In, out, and he looked between them, at Jack's unattended cock; it was going to have to wait.

"I.... Uh...... uhngh..." was all Jack was able to manage as Snape continued, setting a deep and jarring rhythm. He winced as his fringe was gripped, and pulled, making his eyes sting, and water. Reflexively, he move a hand from the coverlet, and snaked it across his belly and began to stroke himself eagerly. That felt so nice...

Snape noticed the movement, and growled lowly, letting go his mop of hair, to bat at his hand. "Did I, or did I not, tell you to wait?" he hissed, angrily. "If you can't do as you're told, then you'll have to learn another way." His hand gripped Jack's shaft, and he dragged his fist along it once, twice, before he moved it back to the base, and squeezed tight, cutting the blood flow right down.

Jack flinched at the larger hand batting his away, and he made a pitiful whimper of disappointment. "Sorry, Master...." he panted, and moved both hands underneath his ass, too keep them from mischief. When Snape gripped his cock, and stroked it, he bucked his hips eagerly until the chokehold was applied, he moaned an bit down on his lower lip. He was starting to understand what was wanted of him, denial.

Snape's fingers stayed locked, and he rubbed his thumb slightly over the underneath. "Sorry isn't good enough, Grim." No. Remorse wasn't. As Jack bucked, he had to bite his bottom lip, and responded by an answering thrust of his own. His legs were beginning to cramp, knees protesting the harsh treatment, urging him to go faster.

Jack continued to move his hips up and down in an eager motion. He opened his eyes and looked up at the face of the man above him. He sighed, something changed deep inside of him, he wasn't sure what. His gaze fell on those acerbic, thin lips, and suddenly, he wanted to taste them. Would they be dry and bitter, or soft and sweet?

Snape had to close his eyes now, the feeling of being surrounded, smothered, too much. What did he want? A question he wasn't the only one that asked him now, and normally one he would answer in that he wanted everything and nothing. Wanted and didn't. Torn, balanced, between two conflicting feelings. But now... now he thought of nothing but driving himself in deeper, and making Jack writhe beneath him, to watch him come. His rhythm broke a little, digging his nails into warm flesh, dragging Jack's hips up to meet his.

Jack's body arched as Snape pulled him tighter to him and let out a cry of discomfort at the angle and force of Snape's thrusts. Shapeless words were choked out of his mouth with each entry and retreat into him. He was getting so close to coming, so close, but... he had to wait. He had been told to wait. "M-Master...." he moaned.

"Not.... until..... I tell you..." Snape managed to get out, tightening his grip on the base of Jack's cock reflexively, dragging his hand along its length as he shuddered and shot his load deep into the other, willing him to hold on. A low keen taking over speech as he had to move his hands to the matress to hold himself up, panting and trying to catch his breath.

Jack body continued to be jostled on the bed with each of Snape's eager thrusts. His breath was shuddered with each push of his Master's body into his. His eye's were halflidded, and he smiled lazily as he watched Snape's body tense, and his face hold a rigid expression as he at last came. The sight of that was enough to push him close to the edge, again. He tilted his head back, baring his throat and moaned with the strain. So close, he was so close.

Snape growled, his head spinning dizzyingly. He wanted to do nothing more than collapse now, curl up around and inside him. Not... quite... yet. He leaned forwards, shivering as the cold caught him at last, and he licked across a warm throat, feeling the silver token there moving. Slowly he wrapped his fingers around Jack's straining member, and stroked hard, and evenly, holding his face close to the other's, saying deeply, "Now you can come for me, Grim."

Jack was so lost in the strain of holding back, waiting for the cue, that he barely heard what Snape has said. He heard it more on a subconcious level than auditory, and he let a long moan escape as he began to buck his hips in countersync to Snape's encouraging fist. "Mas-Master.... Please...." he said, pain showing in his tensed face. His hands clutched at the cover beneath him, fingernails rending the fabric, then he went stiff and let out a strangled cry as he came. It was such a powerful release, he stopped breathing and just remained in a rigor state. Only his pumping of seed onto his belly and Snape's fist were the only sign of life.

That cry slid along Snape's spine, like fingers down a blackboard, and had he not just come he was sure he would have done at the sound of it. He tilted his head to one side, biting firmly, but not hard, behind one ear, the taste of sweat on his suddenly-sleepy tongue making him moan. He waited only til he felt Jack start to relax beneath him that he bent the elbow of the arm supporting him, rolling to one side and sliding himself reluctantly from the warm, young body beneath him. "That's... better."

Jack took in a breath at last, after the orgasm, after the claiming bite, after, so much. His head was spinning, and he laid there with his eyes closed, floating on sensation. He felt Snape move from him and pleading sound rose from his throat. Surely there is more?? More. Please. His mind called out in need. Then, the slow, deep tones of his Master's voice calmed him, and his breathing slowed, his pounding heart slowed, and he opened his eyes.

A warm muzziness, not the murkiness of enroaching pain, nor the drugged emptiness... but... satiety. Lying on one side, Snape felt the chill air lick about him, chilling the sweat and stealing his heat. He felt the plaintive whine without having to hear it. The sheets were too far away by far, and he fumbled blindly for them, finally getting a handful to pull up over them, feeling his head sink deeper in the pillow.

Jack sighed, and closed his eyes again. Spooned around him was a chilled and damp form, but blankets were added now, and he could warm them both. He reached for a hand, lacing it with his own, then rested then at the hallow of his thoat. "Yours." he whispered, his voice a bit harsh and dry, "Thank you..." followed, then silence.

It was getting harder to keep a hold on consciousness, let alone lucidity. He rumbled something that might have been a thought, but certainly was unintelligble, and muffled through a mouthful of hair. Snape was vaguely aware that he was pressing against something warm and soft, but that was about it, and he gave up trying to think at all.

And they slept.

2002-10-03 07:54:00,
Dealing with the Devil?

An IC RP with Jack Grim and Cho Chang.

Cho was still slightly annoyed with herself for not catching up with Jack Grim sooner as she made her way towards the Great Hall for breakfast; the Quidditch match against Slytherin was very soon and if indeed she was going to use his broomstick she still needed to become better acquainted with it before then. All the racing brooms had different handling capabilities; the Firebolt was likely to exceed any Cho had tried before.

So when she turned the corner and spotted the fifth year by the entrance to the Great Hall, standing idly by as though he may not even go in, it seemed the perfect opportunity to broach the subject.

Jack himself wasnt' sure why he didn't want to go in for breakfast. For once, he was his usual raving starving self. His mind was not on food, but the night before. He glanced around the hallway in which he stood, considering sneaking outside for a fag instead of breakfast, when his eyes caught something. On the other side of the Entry Hall, approaching carefully was Cho Chang. Jack met her eyes with his, and gave her a soft smile and a lift of his chin in acknowledgement. If she wanted to talk, he was accessable.

'Hey Jack,' she approached him with a light-hearted smile, 'you look you're up to something.' She was only teasing, but still, he was a little suspect and if he was up to something it wouldn't surprise her; that wasn't really her business to ask about though.

Jack grinned at her, then sighed and rolled his eyes dramatically. "Oh yes... The Evil Bastard Jack Grim waits outside the Great Hall. He is eager to see if the Poison Porridge will successfully obliterate all of his most hated enemies..." he said sarcastically, then gave Cho a wink. "But I like you... so have the eggs today." he added, then laughed, and recrossed his arms over his chest, and shifted his leaning weight from one foot to the other.

Cho raised her eyebrows in mock surprise and gave him a guileful smile, 'I'll keep that in mind.' Cho gave herself a silent reproach for behaving coyly around the Slytherin wizard; he had the great temerity to always engender reactions like that from her; it would have been annoying if it weren't so charming.

Really Cho, she lectured herself, he's a *fifth year*. Cho disregarded that last mental note and pressed forward, 'anyway Evil Jack Grim, I've been meaning to catch up with you about that broomstick offer.'

Jack grinned wider, ah yes, the mouse was back near the trap. He could tell she thought he was a certain level of slime, beneath her attention normally, but yet, he had something she wanted. Badly. "The Firebolt. Ahh yes... It WOULD be a grand help to you in the match, especially considering how Malfoy got his arse kicked and has come up lame..." he grinned. "Still interested Chang?" he asked with a lift of a coal colored eyebrow.

You don't think much of Ravenclaw, do you?' she asked, but grinned anyway. Jack was a Slytherin after all, of course he'd belittle his own house's rivals. Cho was definitely a member of the Firebolt Skeptical Society - she was tremendously impressed by how it looked in use with other players; but she wasn't quite convinced that it would suit her own style of play. Still, now was as good a chance as any to find out.

"Oh I think well enough of Ravenclaw, but perhaps not in the right places..." he said, cracking a wicked grin at her. "I try hard NOT to underestimate my.... adversaries. Doing such often brings hard defeat, wouldn't you day, Chang?" he asked, then rolled his head around on his shoulders, and yawned lazily, lifting a pale hand to cover his mouth.

'And I try hard not to over-estimate my adversaries,' she said with a small smile and locked a mischievous expression on him, 'especially since I'm better than them.'

Jack nodded, barely supressing a burst of laughter. The smirk on his face and the crinkling up of his eyes, showed his obvious amusement. "So." he said in a voice, forced calm. "What price should I make you pay for the use of my marvelous.... 'Stick'?" he said with a leer. "Or... " he added, lifting up his index finger, perhaps you don't want to use it after all, seeing as how... secretly superior Ravenclaw is to Slytherin...." he teased, enjoying this far to well.

'It's not a secret Jack Grim,' she winked and then straightened up, attempting to school her expression into one of at least semi-seriousness. 'As for the price, hmm, name it.'

Jack brought his hands around to lace together in front of him, and he rolled his eyes as he thought. "Hm... I am sure there are several things I could ask of you.... Many I am sure would get me slapped, or cursed within an inch of my life, but I think....." he paused, looking upward briefly at the ceiling as he thought. A moment later he looked back over at her. "The Yule Ball. Allow me to be your escort." he said, then waited for her reaction.

For a second she thought she'd misheard him, or gone temporarily insane, or even imagined what he had just asked of her; seconds after the moment she still wasn't entirely certain that she'd understood correctly, was he serious? Cho played his words over in her mind again; yes, she definitely recalled mentions of slaps and curses. The Yule Ball. He had said it.

Disregarding her own coy act and his playful tones she gave him her first truly sincere expression for the whole conversation, 'I don't know if you know Jack, but my Yule Ball dates have a tendency of ending up dead.'

There, macabre and definitely off-putting; if he hadn't thought she was strange by then he probably did now.

Jack shrugged. "Diggory, God rest his soul, was killed by Voldemort, not by Squiring you around in a Formal Robe." he said solemnly. Yes, even death of other students seemed to be a sacred matter to Jack Grim. "So, if that is your only concern about being my date, my health...." he said, then bowed before her with a flourish. "Upon your agreement Milady, I shall have the Firebolt delivered to your Dorm via House Elf this very afternoon." he said, then slowly stood back up, waiting for her reply.

Jack's question had suddenly put Cho on the back foot and she wasn't quite sure how to say what she wanted to; had she misjudged him? He seemed as sincere as the first day she had met him, yet she had seen him around enough to know that he wasn't always so sweet; he had a strange way of reacting to things and to people, it wasn't the same as the other fifth years, or any of the other students really.

She felt a little uncomfortable doing so, because she didn't know how he'd feel about it, but she put her hand on his for a moment to convey her acquiescence, 'you don't have to lend me your broomstick, but I will go with you if you want me to.'

Jack looked down at her hand on his, and made no move to hold it, or trap it with another. "A favor for a favor." he smiled warmly. "I ask for no Charity, and do not give it where it is not welcomed or needed." he said, standing himself up straight. "I would be Honored to be your escort Miss Chang. I shall have the broom delivered to you this afternoon, or we can meet on the Pitch this afternoon after classes, and I can help you with any questions you may have about it's flight."

'You're a very complicated person, Jack Grim,' said Cho thoughtfully, withdrawing her hand and not really bothering to show any tact, 'but whatever your will; have it delivered, or I'll meet you - I don't have a preference.'

"Mental, most would say. " he said, correcting her. "Very well, the Pitch at 1630, sharp." he said with a smile, then reaching out and lifting one of her hands up, placed a kiss on the back of it, then released it, and turned to leave. "Until then Miss Chang... study well..." he said turning, and heading into the Great Hall to eat after all. He was suddenly famished.

Cho watched him walk away and then glanced at the hand he had just placed his lips upon; what a very odd wizard, she frowned and turned back the way she had come. Breakfast didn't seem that appealing anymore.

2002-10-03 17:44:00,
Hello again Blaise...

An IC RP with Blaise and Jack Grim.

Jack was sitting near the fireplace in the Slytherin Common Room, reading as usual; as he did most of the time lately. He was sitting alone, and he seemed to not mind it at all. If he was lonely, he didn't show it, but every now and then reached up to touch something that was hidden around his neck, under his tie and collar.

"Jack Grim, I have been wanting to have a word with you," Blaise sat down beside him looking at him with a emotionless expression. She wanted to talk to him yes but also wanted to know if some how he told her father or something. She notice he was messing with something near his neck but didn't say anything.

Jack slowly looked up at Blaise, and with a calm smile, closed his book and set it aside. He put his hands in his lap, and said, "A word? Which one would you like?" he said with a grin.

Blaise glared at Jack and laughed, she should have known he would make some comment to make her laugh, "Oh I don't know the words you might have said to my father, if you did say any." Blaise wasn't about the Drag this out she was going to be up front, and if Jack got pissed he would get pissed, but she was going to get to the bottom of this. "And Jack I am not accusing you I just need to know if you said anything."

Jack knitted his eyebrows together and looked genuinely confused. "Your father? I haven't talked to anyone's Father, Blaise." he said quietly. "In fact, I have been rightly shunned by most of humanity for weeks now." he said in a tired tone. "Why?"

"Oh, okay, Well I got a letter from my asshole of a father, I didn't think you had said anything but I had to make sure." Blaise looked at him, confused, "Shunned? How so?" Blaise still had the letter with her she kept it in her book bag that was now lying on the floor beside her.

Jack shrugged, and picked up his book again. "Draco mostly I suppose. I have never really gotten on with anyone here...." he paused and looked up at her with a wicked grin, "Except for you of course..." he whispered, then looked down at his book again. "But no... I have not said a word to anyone about anything we have ever.... discussed." he said calmly, and turned a page.

"Well, someone must have overheard or something, cause I got a rather nasty letter from my father," she said in a very low tone for only Jack to hear. Blaise leaned closer to him, "I am sorry that Draco is shunning you, I haven't talked to him in ages, and we used to be able to talk for hours on end." Blaise gave Jack her sultry smile, "Of course we get along fine, it seems I don't exactly get along with many people here either."

Jack looked up at Blaise, bored now. "I DIDN'T say anything Blaise. I have no one to talk to, and I have you my WORD I wouldn't." he said in a tense tone of voice. "you are the one who likes to TALK and WRITE...." he said, referring to her journal that had been read by another once before.

Blaise took a deep breath, "Jack I believe you, and trust me no one can get into my diary again. Look here," Blaise grabbed her book bag and pulled out the letter and handed it to Jack. "And Jack yes I like to write, I AM a girl; I have to write my feelings down in my Journal. I do not like to talk some times it just happens." She took a deep breath, "I believe you didn't tell, but you know I am not the only one that writes, you have a journal your self," Blaise then smiled, "I trust you that you didn't tell, I can see it that you didn't, my trust doesn't come easily Jack, if you haven't realized that by now."

jack flashed Blaise a gaze, and annoyance read in his eyes, "I didn't tell anyone, and I didn't WRITE about it to anyone. It DIDN'T happen as far as I am concerned..." he said sounding definitely edgey. "I did that for YOU." he added, then glanced at the letter. "I don't need to read your mail Blaise. It's not my business..." he said then looked back down at his book.

Blaise took a deep breath, she wasn't about to lose on him, it Just wasn't going to happen. She wasn't going to let him know how much it was angering her. "Excuse you? Didn't happen? Why?" Blaise knew he was edgy but didn't really understand it, she was starting to get annoyed as well but kept her tone indifferent. "Jack is something bothering you? And do not say me," Blaise took the letter back she was sorta relieved that he didn't read it.

Jack looked up at her, pale eyes glaring out at her from under his long fringe. "Yes Blaise. It DID happen, it was wonderous, however... Because of the reputation you so badly want to preserve, I have pushed it from my mind. I though that was what you wanted." he said, then cleared his throat. "Now, if that is all, I have quite a bit of text to get through before supper." he said curtly, then went back to reading.

"Jack, it isn't that I don't want people knowing, it's just I don't want them knowingâ¤? it was you." She said in a very soft tone. "It wouldn't really bother me if people knew about us, I also thought you didn't want anyone to know?" Blaise took a deep breath, "Not, that there is a "us" like boyfriend-girlfriend wise." Blaise looked at Jack, "It was wonderous, and I would do it againâ¤?" Blaise bit her lip and nodded, "Yeah I understand, the reading, I need to get back to mine as well." Blaise sat there watching wondering if he would respond, or he would just go back to reading.

Jack sighed, but didn't look up at her, "There is no "us" Blaise. I told you that to begin with, that it would be a one time thing. It was a favor to you, from me. Please believe me Blaise, I enjoyed it, but because of so many reasons, it cannot be repeated." he said quietly.

"I know there is no us, and I will leave you, I don't want an us." Blaise nodded, "I shall leave you now perhaps we can have a better conversation another time," Blaise grabbed her things, "Have a nice day or what's left of it." Blaise then walked away.

Jack sighed, not happy with himself, but he rarely was.

2002-10-03 22:08:00,
What happened today?

Well, it started out well enough. I am tired. From late last night, but that is another story. I am still not sure how to assess it.

As for today... Well, Cho Chang graced me with conversation today before breakdfast, and she wants the Firebolt. She asked me to name my price, and I did. I thought she was going to choke. But, I now have a date for the Yule Ball. Imagine that. Cho Chang not only going to the Yule Ball with an UNDERCLASSMAN, but a Slytherin at that.

Who'd have thought, huh?

Blaise came to chat with me before dinner. I had just returned from delivering the Firebolt to Cho on the Pitch and was wanting to get some studying done when She wanted to "talk" again. Seems her Father sent her a note, and she seems to think I talked to him, about her and I. Ridiculous.

She's the one with the readable diary. "Not now",, she assured me. Oh whatever... I need to get to bed. I am beat.

As ever.

2002-10-04 08:18:00,
The weekend arrives.

And what are my plans? I have none to speak of. There is the First Quidditch Match of the season of course. Slytherin vs. Ravenclaw. I will be expected no doubt to be in the stands cheering for the home team. Right. I have such House spirit I loaned a Firebolt to the opposing Seeker, and smirked at Malfoy getting his rumb tronced.

(I hear through the grapevine it was Krum who did it.) Interesting. I may have to watch him a bit. Eveything else in Hogwarts is ... quiet. There is no othe word for it. I find it unnerving and eery. Quiet can only be a bad thing from Voldemort.

I am wondering, with my new "association" with Snape, would it be possible to share my concerns on this with him? If ANYONE would have told me 15 years ago I would be looking to him as an aly and getting hard just at the thought of the things he does to me... I would have knocked their head clan off of their had.

But now...? I will just plead Mental Instability by Defect. Maybe it's what we both needed a long time coming.

As ever.

2002-10-05 22:27:00,
Weekend Update

Well, the Match went well enough. For Ravenclaw. Pretty much as I had expected. They gave Slytherin a fair routing, and I of course am completely abivilant about the whole matter. I can only wonder how I will feel when Gryffindor plays...

I decided to have a closer look at this Viktor Krum fellow, and was unable to spot him at meal times, or in the stands during the match. I was lead to believe that he and Hermione were practically joined at the hip, if not the lip most of the time. Further investigation on my part found he is away for the weekend... Odd that a student would be taking such a leave, but then again, he, like me, is a special case here.

But aren't we all in some way? Anyhow. I shall look for him during the week. I am still doing copious amounts of reading, and researching Potions. I can't figure what has started this burning desire to master the art...

(Large blot of ink, as if a quill rested in one spot too long)

Desire. Master. Funny how seeing them in the same sentnece now causes my thoughts to go... askew. Perhaps I shall go for a walk.

As ever.

2002-10-06 16:14:00,
"Of beasties, and bisquits...."

An IC RP with Snape and Jack Grim.

Jack sat on the steps of Hogwarts. It was mid afternoon, and his work all done for the weekend, he was relaxing. In his lap was a book, as usual, and he was browsing the pages, looking over pictures of magickal beasts it seemed.

Severus Snape didn't eat much. He wasn't hungry now, but he'd found himself in the habit of having a small lunch away from the students and the faculty on Sundays- the only time he was away from the Great Hall on a more or less regular basis. Somewhere he could ground himself. He was supposed to be doing that just now, but he wasn't. Instead he was walking about, not really sure of what he was doing, where he was going, or what exactly he hoped to achieve. His office was calling to him, but at the minute the pull wasn't too strong that he couldn't resist it, and he found himself passing by a doorway- one he rarely came by.

Jack's concentration on his project was momentarily interrupted by a transient thought in his mind, and a stirring of the Ouroboros. He looked up, then around, and not seeing the source. Frowned. Master? He inquired. I am on the steps if you wish to see me.

Snape's stride faltered a little, not expecting the sudden call. Had he been looking for Jack? He didn't know, maybe he had without realising it. But... on the steps? He radiated a mixture of revulsion and disgust.

I am going to lunch,he replied, wondering when he had started needing to explain his movements to anyone. Or... If you want to bother me I shall be in my office.

Jack let a small smile cross his face, and then glanced at his watch. I shall be there in a short while Master. Thank you. he thought back, then resumed his research. He would welcome going in. He was getting a bit peckish as well. He continued through a chapter or two more, then collected his book, and made his way to the dungeons. On the way, he spotted Cho Chang, and in a quick, guarded moment, congratulated her on the Ravenclaw victory before continuing on. He entered the Potions classroom without hesitation after making sure no one saw him, and up to Snape's office door.

Snape was sitting in his office, not the best of places to dine, admittedly, but for the most part he was working at the same time as well. A few papers were strewn over one side, with no visible care. At one side there was a stool, similar to those in the classroom; old and battered looking. In the middle, however, was a small tray, delivered by one of the House Elves, with a pot of tea and some toasted muffins, a little bowl of condiments and preservatives nearby. Snape was holding one, and lightly spreading something on it.

Jack knocked lightly on the door, and opened it a bit, peering inside before entering. "Good afternoon Sir," he said quietly, choosing to leave the more intimate honorific for more, initmate spoken opportunities. "I am not disturbing you too much am I now?" he said as he slipped in, and closed the door, a book tucked under his arm.

Snape didn't look up from his task, setting the breadknife down on the plate quietly, before he raised his eyes. "No more so than I am accustomed to, and if you were disturbing me too much, you would soon know of it." He put the muffin to his lips and bit, never breaking eye contact.

Jack laughed softly, and selected a fruit scone for himself, piled it high with clotted cream, then stuffed the entire affair into his mouth and devoured it before reaching for a glass of juice to wash it down. Once that was acomplished, he sat down on the stool nearby and began to look through his book once again. "I shall just provide polite conversation and company then Sir," he said with a sly smirk.

Snape raised one eyebrow at his companion's more... robust eating habits, but said nothing. He slowly ate his mouthful, swallowing, and washing it down with a sip of tea before asking, "What are you reading?"

Jack looked over and lifted up the cover for viewing. "Magickal Beasts for Familiars - A Wizard's Complete Compendium." Jack then handed the book over to Snape and proceeded to devour three more of the coated pastries with voracious gulps. He paused to look over at Snape over the rim of his juice goblet.

Snape took the book carefully, let it rest on one knee, and opened it at the first page. He read a little, before turning back to the publishing information, and snorting. "I see they haven't updated it yet," he said drily, before starting to hand it back, taking one look at fingers which were decidedly in danger of being called sticky, and placing it on top of the papers away from the plate instead. He took up his teacup again.

"I was thinking of getting a... you know... familiar..." he said with a tentative smile, then set the goblet down, and managed to cover his mouth with a napkin before the belch erupted. "Pardon, Sir," he said quietly.

"I can see that," Snape said, tempted to roll his eyes, but settled instead for another sip of his tea, not touching his muffin any more. He replaced it in the saucer, cradling it. "Shouldn't eat so fast," he chided. "It isn't as if its going to run away."

Jack looked over at Snape, and laughed softly. "Sorry Sir, years of lean living you know..." he said, then made quite a show of slowly preparing and eating several more of the pastries and cups of juice before looking like he might be done. He had emptied most of the plate. "Do you have any recomendations, Sir?"

"Animals?" A thoughtful look crossed over Snape's face as he weighed things up. "The Headmaster will only tolerate owls, cats and rats... And toads, though they make abominable familiars." The cup and saucer rejoined the rest of the things on the tray, half-empty. His hands steepled under his chin. "Of course, it is much more a case of what animal you are chosen by, if you want to do it properly."

Jack nodded, letting a sigh escape. His tummy was full, and he was getting sleepy. "I suppose that is true. I guess I need to go to Hogsmede or Diagon Alley and wander the Bestiary." he mused as he lifted a hand to his chin and rubbed it thoughtfully. "I think a companion may be nice..." he said, then looked over at Snape, "But then... I suppose the Ouroboros is like a companion animal."

"Perhaps," Snape said, not bothering to indicate which part he was replying to. He frowned at the crumbs on the desk as a distraction, and noted with detached amusement that he seemed to have eaten even less than usual. The sight of someone devouring it so enthusiastically... he swallowed, and looked back up.

Jack reached an hand up, and rubbed at the serpentine collar currently lying inert around his neck. It felt warm, blood temperature from laying next to his skin. "He moves around quite a bit, when I am alone." he said, then smiled softly. "Perhaps he is all the familiar I need, I just need to learn his ways..." he mused with a smile.

Snape looked from Jack's eyes, down to his neck, and up again. He'd never had an Ouroboros himself, and aside from what was written, he didn't know quite what to expect. "Do what you think best."

Jack snorted and rolled his eyes, "I should be so wise..." he said, then glanced around at the room then were in, and then paused as a gasp and stretch attack came over him. "Sakes, I am tired all of a sudden..." he sighed, then gave a mock panicked look over at Snape. He covered his mouth, "You've poisoned me!" he squealed in faux terror.

A snort. "Do you honestly think I would resort to that? It is far too easy... More likely the vast quantities of food you consume tires your digestive system, a natural soporific." He examined the fingernails of one hand. "Or I might just be lying."

Jack paused in his histrionics as an idea came over him, if Snape were to watch his face closely, he would be able to see the wheels turning. "THAT could be some fun sport..." he said after a moment. "Poison me, and I have to try to guess the right draught antidote from the taste and effects of the poison..." he said with a terrible bright glint in his pale eyes.

Snape opened his mouth slightly to reply, before his eyes narrowed. Voice carefully measured, he watched. "That would involve me knowing precisely what your level was, and judging it precisely."

Jack's grin widened, and he rested his chin in his hands as he leaned forward on the side of the desk. He raised his eyebrows up and down several times, obviously intrigued by the game. "Yes, the ultimate in a final exam, wouldn't you say?" he whispered. "You should do that in class..." he said with a wicked glint in his eyes, pure malevolence. "Separate the wheat from the chaff as it were."

Snape stood up, and picked up the tray, opening the door with one hand. "Perhaps... but Albus'd never let me do it," he shot over his shoulder as he walked into the clasroom, leaving the tray where the House Elves could find it. He looked back over his shoulder, waiting.

Jack shrugged, and seeing Snape departing the room, slipped from his stool and collected his book. He followed Snape from the Office and into the Classroom. "Pity that... Too bad you just couldn't..."

Snape shot Jack a wicked look. "I'm already in too much trouble as it is," he admitted, with the hint of a grin. "And killing or otherwise maiming students is not something I could get away with, for obvious reasons." As if the thought, or similar, hadn't occured to him over the years. Brushing his hands fastidiuously, he leaned over to close the door to his office behind Jack.

Jack gave Snape a sideways grin as he leaned near, and canted his head slightly in the opposite direction, exposing the side of his neck and allowing a bit of the ouroboros to show. "True... They would never understand your motives to merely give a practical life lesson to your thick headed students." he said in a snarky tone.

Tell it to someone who knew. Snape bent his head a little, letting his breath play over bare skin gently. "Only that and nothing more. Of course." Obviously, no worse ulterior motive.

"Of course," Jack whispered in a soft echo. "But I understand..." he said quietly, then turned his head back to look at Snape. "I understand much..." he said with a lift of his eyebrows, then stepped forward, and began to stride for the Classroom door. "Good afternoon Sir. Summon me if you need any aid." he said in a neutral tone.

Dark eyes closed, and he nodded, almost imperceptibly. Tone surprisingly normal. "Good afternoon." He looked down at the bench he was standing by, idly noting the graffiti there, none too complimentary. Waited till Jack was at the door. "I will."

Jack paused at the doorway, his back to Snape, and he lifted his arms up slowly to cross them at the wrists, then sauntered out of the classroom with them still over his head, and out into the dark hall beyond. I know.....

The pitch, the timbre, was different, somehow. He couldn't define it, but it was, this voice in his head. The message he sent in return wasn't really vocalised, more the feeling accompanying a string of images which came to mind. Snape looked at the carving in the wood, and considered obliterating it, tapped his wand against it, but thought better, and started preparing for the next day's classes.</lj-cut>",,

2002-10-07 15:01:00,
Monday

Another quiet day. Classes, meals, now to studies. The castle is buzzing over the Ravenclaw victory over Slytherin, still.

I had tea with Snape yesterday. Just tea. The want was there on both sides of the desk I feel, but we restrained for now.

I am trying to not think about the repercussions of our actions if they were to be discovered. I do not want harm, or expulsion to come to either of us. So much would be dragged into the cleansing light of day. Not all good. Not all for the best.

I feel more in control of my urges, and desires ever since I was "collared". Perhaps that is what this dog needed all a long. A short leash, and a firm Master.

Who'd have thought Severus would be holding the leash?

As ever.

2002-10-08 11:03:00,
Death in the lavatory,

PART ONE:

Harry packed up his things as the bell sounded. He was happy to get out of there. He had finally finished his essay, and placed it on Snape's desk before walking out of the class room. He had a while before Medicinal Magic started. He needed to drop off his potions texts and pick up some medical texts. That was the only bad thing about that class; the books. There were so many, and they were very heavy. He walked slowly though the students, twisting and ducking out of the way.

It had been a pleasantly decent class, as far as potions class went. But things had been finally caught up..and despite the homework being dished out for next time, Draco was far from complaining about such things. Packing up his bag, he was waiting to turn in his essay as well. Along with a couple..late ones he had finished the night before.

Jack had finished cleaning up after the potion had been tested and marked by Snape. It was again a quiet class, no major events. He gave a glance around the room, at no one in particular, and then shouldering his bag, left for the hallway, and in the direction of the Boys Lavatory.

Snape shuffled his papers, watching as the last students left. Next was the seventh years, but before than he had a short respite, which he intended to use to its utmost. He started putting out the sylphium, lining up the bottles.

Fred rested his hand against the bottom of his chin, as he sat in the library, as George went on about how he really needed to study for the exams. It was nearing break, and as such Fred's mind was wandering,so he decided to make his excuses and got up.... Fred threw his bag over his shoulder, and pushed open the bathroom door....

The door to the bathroom came flying back at Fred with incredible force, and the rushing form of Jack Grim was the cause. He looked terrified, panicked, and without a word, shoved past the redhead and took off on a run down the hall.

Fred jumped back from the door, hands held up protectively, and blinked after the running form. "Some people..." he said with a shake of his head, wondering if someone had pulled a prank on him- and if not, why not. Those thoughts left his head as he walked in, and took in the scene.

There sprawled in the middle of the boy's bathroom floor was the crumpled form of a tall boy in Hogwart's robes. He was laying on his side, unmoving. From this angle, it was hard to tell who he was, or what house he was from.

After a few minutes of unsuccesful revival attempts, using magic or simple first aid, Fred sat back on his heels, running a hand through his hair. "Bloody hell..." This was beyond him. He looked about, and cast a repelling spell, before running down the corridor shouting for help.

Snape used one hand to halt the running Weasley, not bothering to identify which one it was. "What is the problem?" he demanded, stopping him from running further.

"In... the boy's.... bathroom.... someone.... someone dead!" Fred was close to hyperventilating from shock and effort of running, so Snape hissed at him to fetch Madame Pomfrey and set off at a run.

Jack continued to run down the halls, he wasn't sure where he was going, only that he was leaving that area of the castle as fast as he could. When he finally stopped after crashing through a door, he found himself in an unused room, used for extra furniture storage apparently. He bent over at the waist, panting and gasping for air as a painful stitch in his side nearly caused him to cry out.

A small ring of students thronged around the doorway, peering in, but none were brave enough to enter- and those who stepped close enough were repelled, ad that was enough to stop them trying more. Snape shoved his way past the students, seeing Professor Sinistra trying to get through on the other side. "Everyone stay where they are," he bellowed, before raising the charm and heading in, Sinistra close on his heels.

From inside the room came a gasp, and Professor Sinistra came out rather rapidly, leaning on the doorway. After a brief pause, she thanked a girl who placed a hand on her arm gently, nodding. "It's Victor Maxwell..."

PART TWO:

Snape barely registered Sinistra's departure, intent instead on examining the body, and the area. He crouched down, to get a better look. Two small puncture marks on the neck... Snape hovered his fingers over them, not touching the cooling flesh. He was still trying to call to Jack, having heard a mental distress call- and now nothing. He got up, and had to refrain from pacing the floor into oblivion as he waited for Albus.

Jack was reclaiming his normal breathing, but his hear was still pounding. It took several minutes before he was able to calm enough to call to. Master? he asked, standing up, and looking around the dusty and empty room for the first time.

It seemed forever until Minerva, Poppy and Albus all came in at once. Fred Weasley too, his House Head hovering protectively over him. Snape rattled off his account, listened to that of the Gryffindor, and made his excuses as soon as he could without attracting too much attention to himself.

Outside the timid witch and one of the prefects were trying to calm the students, who seemed to be multiplying. Snape managed to elbow his way through, and when they realised it was him, they parted to let him pass. Annoyed and a little worried that he was being ignored, Snape headed first to check his office.

Jack circled the room a few times, pacing, trying to get straight in his mind what had happened. I'm afraid, Master... He tried to... to rape me again... he lamented in a mental cry, pacing around and around with is arms wrapped tightly around himself. But Snape wasn't answering him. Why? Why now?

Snape found his classroom, and his office empty. Not good. Next the Slytherin Common Room, earning him a few rather startled looks from the older students who had study leave, and even odder ones when he checked the dorms. No. Fast running out of places, and Hogwarts was a big place. Snape managed to wangle from a seventh year (who should have had Potions with him, but had sneaked back to the Common Room when he hadn't turned up to teach) exactly which was Jack's bag, snatched it, and left.

Jack looked around the room, and spotted at last the door he hand entered moment before, and considered it. Should he stay here? Should he go? Where would he go? To Snape? To Albus? Run? What had happened in that bathroom? Did he harm Victor? So many questions, and no answers. He stood there running several plans over and over in his mind until he at last opened the door, and peered out into the hallway. He found he was in a hallway near the Ravenclaw House entrance. Far from the safety of the dungeons, or a door leading outside.

Snape dumped the bag on his desk with no ceremony, and rummaged through it, grabbing his quill. he checked the nib-- well-used. Good. A bowl, found. A quick distillation poured and sprinkled, muttering a spell, and he placed the quill on the surface. The tension and natural water-repellant covering held it aloft, and it started to turn around.

Roger spoke with the Prefect by the door, explaining that he thought some of his team were outside practicing, and that they hadn't told Professor Flitwick. It wasn't easy, but he persuaded her to let him out, and he slipped into the corridor, looking about a bit nervously. He saw Jack, the new Slytherin- and stared at him. "Shouldn't you be with your own House?" he asked.

Jack spun around, now seeing the Ravenclaw Captain, and gulped. He wasn't sure why he felt so nervous, but something HAD happened to Victor. "I... I... got lost..." he stammered, which wasn't far from the truth. He WAS a new student here afterall. "I lost my way.... I heard... something happened.." he said, forcing a calm tone to his reply.

Snape waited only until the quill had settled before storming out again, wand in hand, in the direction it was pointing, bawling at the students still wandering the corridors and taking the steps two at a time. The quill-compass had only given him a general direction, no specifics. But it was better than nothing.

Lost? It was already October, and the First Years already knew their way around well enough. Ah, they were Ravenclaws Roger realised, and made adjustments for his mentally inferior companion. "It isn't wise to be running around now," he said. Oh. He was running around now. The Slytherin (an audible level of disgust) Common Room is over this way."

Jack stood there, not moving right away, then deciding that Slytherin House would be the last place he wanted to be right now, he stood his ground. "I... think I should go find.... Professor Snape... first." he said in a thoughful tone.

Somehow Snape thought he could probably skip looking in the Arithmancy class, and that the girls toilets, on this occasion, should be pretty much an unlikely place for missing students to be. He stalked down past the Ravenclaw portraits, wondering what Jack was doing over here. The Astronomy Tower? He turned a corner, cursing a blind streak.

Someone would want to find Professor Snape? Just wait til he told Selene that! Roger remembered exactly what he was out here for. He gave Jack a final, dismissive look. "Well, you do that..." he said, and started off down the stairs heading to the pitch. Maybe they were there. Hopefully.

Jack gave Roger a sneer in response, and turned to follow him down the staircase to the lower parts of the castle. "Silly git." he muttered, "It was ME that helped your bloody team win, you posing prat." he muttered, and followed him three paces behind.

Roger was a little surprised, first that he was being followed, and second that he said THAT. Although his past history with Slytherins should probably have warned him against it, he shot over his shoulder without stopping, "We could have won anyway, even if you did have your stupid Seeker."

Jack raised his eyebrows in mock surprise, "Really? Well, I suppose we will never know that will we?" he snarked, anger replacing panic now. "Your welcome for THIS victory anyway..."

Snape reached the top of the steps, just in time to hear voices being raised. His eyes widened at who he found, snapping, "Grim! What are you doing here!" He didn't even bother looking at the Ravenclaw.

Roger gasped, a little taken aback to see the Professor up near the Ravenclaw tower. He was a little worried that he would be shouted at for being out in curfew time, but at the minute he seemed to be being ignored rather well.

Jack opened his mouth to speak in reply to the Head of his House, and only managed a confused stammer. "I... I... got turned around Sir," he said, and lowered his eyes to the ground. "I am sorry if I am out of bounds."

Snape grabbed Jack by the elbow brusquely, and tugged. "You're coming BACK down now, Grim," he said, and flashed a vitriolic look at the other student. "And you- back to your Common Room!"

Roger choked. He didn't really want to talk to Snape under any circumstances, least of all when he seemed in as bad a mood as he was, so he scurried back to the portait which guarded their room.

Jack let out a noise of surprise as he was grabbed, but did not speak any further. He was sure he would be instructed to when needed, and he was NOT looking forward to that.

Snape didn't bother watching Roger leave, tugging Jack along behind him instead, and heading back to the Slytherin side of the castle.

Jack fell into step with Snape, struggling to keep up with his longer, purposeful strides and didn't say a word. The Inquisition, he knew, would be conducted in the solitude of his offices no doubt forthwith.

PART THREE:

The door opened, they entered, it shut. Loudly. Snape didn't bother with niceties. "I want explanations, Grim. And they had better tell me what I need to know." Snape carried on walking, until he was behind his desk, hands resting on it, wrists outwards.

Jack moved to stand before the desk, not sitting in the other chair since it had not been offered. "Sir... I am not sure...." he started, looking down at the ground. "I was in the lavs, and suddenly he was behind me, again." he said swallowing before continuing. "He had something around my neck, his arm I think. He was.... he told me he was going to try and... " he stopped, venturing a look back up at Snape. "He was going to try and have me again, but I fought him..."

Snape's face betrayed nothing, but his eyes flashed, once. He didn't know what he'd been expecting but to have... this? "Why didn't you tell me, tell me where you were?" he asked, deliberately ignoring the rest for the moment, in an attempt to preserve his sanity.

"I tried!" Jack cried, trembling now that the shock was again wearing off. "I called to you, over and over. You didn't answer!" he said, then continued with the narration, "He had me by the neck, then we struggled. Suddenly, he cried out, and fell away from me. To the floor. He looked like he was having a seizure or something. I panicked and ran." he said, eyes wide.

Something was wrong with the Ourboros? Snape went round the desk, stood at Jack's side, and put one hand on his shoulder, waiting so as not to frighten him. The original call he'd heard had sounded distressed, to which he had responded in a wave of posessive anger, but after that... "Let me see, Grim."

Jack watched Snape approach, and froze when he was gripped. When he heard the command, he quickly reached a trembling hand up to his neck, and loosened his tie and shirt collar. He pulled the collar away, and tilted his head away to allow Snape a clear look at his necklace.

Nothing. It wasn't there. Snape couldn't remember all the particulars, but he was pretty sure that it was VERY rare for an ouroboros, by very name eternity, to disengage without great effort. He let go of Jack's shoulder, asking with over-cautious levity, "Where is it, Grim?"

Jack blinked, and moved his hand to feel around his neck, panic quickly showed on his face. "I... I don't know Sir." he said, voice going up an octave with the nerves jangling inside of him. "It must have come loose in the struggle." he explained, then a more worried feeling came over him. "I didn't remove it, Master! I wouldn't.... EVER!" he said in a pleading tone, clutching Snape's robes with shaking hands.

Snape snarled, not at all sure what he believed right now, but hardly likely to trust anyone's word. "There is a student lying dead in the bathroom, Grim. You were the last with him, and now this..." Stopped himself from swallowing. "You were also seen, by one of the Weasley tribe. Running in the opposite direction...."

Jack felt a cold cramp of fear seize his gut and he collapsed into the chair nearby. "I DIDN'T kill him Sir! I didn't we were wrestling about, he didn't even hit the stalls or anything, he just suddenly screamed and fell away from me. I am telling you the truth! I didn't kill him!"

Snape closed his eyes. "I expect Albus will be along shortly," he said, with a resigned tone, and turned his back to Jack. Brought his fingers up to pinch the bridge of his nose. Whatever was he to do now?

Jack looked at Snape, still trembling. "What do I do Sir? What do I do? He was trying to attack me... Just like before...." he said, voice trailing off.

Why was he asking him this? How the hell was he supposed to know? "Not bloody wind up with him dead for a start!" he snapped. "Stay." He stormed out of the office.

Jack trembled at the sound of Snape's voice, and fought the urge to go hysterical. Then, suddenly, after a barked command, he was gone. Jack was alone.</lj-cut>",,uncomfortable

2002-10-08 11:26:00,
Death in Salazar House,

Victor Maxwell is dead. I was the last one to see him alive, we were stuggling. Struggling because he had grabbed me from behind and was intent on buggering me again.

I fought, but I KNOW in my heart I did nothing to cause his death. I was fighting with his grip around my throat as he dragged me from the stall and suddenly he screamed and dropped to the floor, shaking like he was having a seizure.

He was alive when I ran out, and into Fred Weasley.

We are all confined to Houses now. Snape has left me here in his office for some time now. I want to be anywhere but here, under these circumstances. Shall another murder be pinned on me? Do they send children to Azkaban?

Oh yes... they do. Barty Crouch Junior. There is a difference between he and I however. He WAS guilty, and I am not. Not this time, not ever. I shan't go alive if they come for me for this. I will cut my own throat and bleed out before I go back. I swear it.

I hear footsteps approaching. More later.

2002-10-08 11:30:00,
It's looking Grim...

An IC RP with Snape and Jack Grim, NPC'd Remus and Albus.

Jack yawned, despite being far from tired, and glanced over at the ominous looking clock on the mantel in Snape's office. He had lost track of how long he had been sitting there along. Was he going to be taken away? Expelled? What would Albus say?? He groaned, and rested his face in his hands.

The door to Snape's office opened quietly, and two figures entered. First was Albus Dumbeldore, looking rather more composed than the man behind, Severus Snape. Albus walked with quiet care, and stopped off-centre in the room, with a quiet "Hello, Jack." Snape looked very far from happy, his hands clenched into fists by his sides, jaw clamped shut. He offered no greeting, but skulked near the door.

Jack sat up and turned quickly, looking at the Headmaster with pleading, panicked eyes. "Professor Dumbledore!" he said in a voice cracking with stress. "I didn't do it! I didn't kill Maxwell! I didn't! He was trying...." he paused, swallowing to calm himself before continuing, "He was trying to attack me again..." he said softly, then looked down at his lap. He was unable to look at either man.

Albus nodded slowly, and walked over to place a hand on Jack's shoulder. "It's alright Jack. We will find out the truth in this matter," he said, then looked over at Snape. "What do you know of this incident so far Severus?"

Snape's head snapped up at being addressed, in a tone of voice he knew only too well. "What he has told you, Headmaster. I arrived a few minutes after the incident to find the body under a charm set by Mr Weasley..." he said, automatically, but not without thought.

Jack turned to look at Snape, his eyes silently seeking an answer to the whereabouts of the missing Ouroboros.

Albus nodded, and looked back at Jack, "Mr. Grim. Did you see or hear anything that would possibly be the cause of Mr. Maxwell's death? Any at all out of the ordinary?" he asked, eyes bright, but calm.

Jack looked at the Headmaster when he was addressed, not sure if Snape had found the snake or not, "No Sir. He had me in a chokehold, from behind, and I was trying to pull his arm from around my throat when he started to scream, and fell to the ground. He looked like he was having a fit of some sort. That is when I ran out, and ran into Mr. Weasley..."

Albus nodded, sighing, and looked again to Severus. "Did you find any hex or curse marks on the Maxwell boy, Severus? Poppy is examining him now of course..." he said, "But did you see anything unusual?"

The answer was almost simultaneous, and perhaps a little too fast. "No." Snape stood stock still.

Jack glanced at Snape, then back to Albus, who seemed to be deep in thought, rubbing his chin thoughfully. "Well then... I suppose we shall wait for Poppy's report." he mused then looked back up at Severus. "All students have been confined to their houses for the remainder of the evening. Since Mr. Maxwell was in your house Severus, I will need you to come with me to notify his parents after you escort Mr. Grim to his Dormatory." he said in a weary tone.

Lupin set off down the corridor, something was wrong, he expected to have at least been met by a student at the gate, but nothing. He'd sent his owl, surely Albus knew he was coming? He set off at a pace, towards the office, something was wrong and he was determined to know what. He reached the staircase with its gargoyle guardians and attempted various passwords.

"Orange sherbet?" He tried, flicking a strand of long grey hair from his eyes. Eventually after trying various silly sweets, the door swing open and he made his way up the stairs, before finally coming to the office door. He drew his coat around him and attempted to make himself at least even remotley presentable..and knocked.

After knocking for a few minutes, he heard the coughing behind him. He spun round on his heels and stared into the translucent face of Nearly Headless Nick. "Ahem," said the spectre...

"If you're after Professor Dumbledore sir, you'll find him in Professor Snape's office" Said the ghost with a strangely concerned look on his face. Lupin nodded his head in thanks and made his way down the corridors...

Eventually he made his way to Snape's office, and with a sigh knocked on the door, he wasn't sure whether he wanted to know what was going on...but he was in Hogwarts there had to be something didn't there!

Albus looked at the door as there was a knock, and then he looked to Severus, it was HIS office after all.

Jack shrunk down into his chair, wanting to disappear, this could only be worse news, he was sure of it.

Snape was about to reply to Albus when the knock interrupted his train of thought, and he spun to his door, mouth still open. "Come in," he snapped, glaring at the intrusion.

Lupin pushed open the door, at the snapping tone of voice. Same old Snape, he thought to himself as he walked into the room, to stare at what appeared to be the intterogation of a young Slytherin... there was something familiar about the boy...But he paid it no heed.

Jack looked fearfully up at the form crossing the door and entering, and suddenly, his heart seemed to stop dead in his chest. His mouth fell open of it's own volition, and he sat there dumbstruck, staring at the new arrival. "L-Lupin..." he managed to whisper.

Albus looked up at the door, and smiled wide. "Remus! You've arrived at last!" The Headmaster exclaimed as he crossed the room to greet the new arrival.

Possibly Snape should have been expecting Remus, but it had been such a long time since he was 'coming' and 'be there soon' that he had resigned his free periods to teaching Defence, and figured the Governors of the school had drummed him out totally. What abominable timing! Snape growled something under his breath, and shot a look at Jack that could have melted lead.

Lupin looked at the boy, trying to place where he'd seen him before, there was indeed so much that was familiar about him, even his scent was like retracing a forgotten memory. He shrugged it off, ignoring Snape, and turned and smiled at Albus. "Albus!" he said, grinning. "Have I arrived at a bad time?"

Jack received Snape'e withering stare, and immediately looked down at his lap whee his hands lay laced so tightly, the knuckles were white. "Shit... shit.. shit.... Remus.... he repeated over and over in his mind.

Albus smiled warmly at Remus and walked over to give him a hug. "It is never a bad time to see old friends!" he cheered. "Come, let us go to my office and we shall get you settled in, and I can bring you up to date..." Albus steered himself and Remus toward and out the door, pausing to look over his shoulder at the seething Severus. "Be gentle with the boy, Severus, and see he gets back to his dorm soon. He looks like he could use a rest," he smiled.

"Headmaster," Snape replied, deliberately not answering either way. He glared at the two other men until they left, bristling until they left HIS office.

Lupin nodded, and smiled at Albus, ignoring Snape's glares as he left...but he gave one more glance at the boy....something familiar he thought as he left the room.

Jack heard the other men leave, then the door slammed firmly shut. He winced at that, but did not look up. He was quite afraid to.

Now Snape was too furious to speak, grinding his teeth together so hard that his vision went a little funny, and he knew he'd get a headache. He stormed to his side of the desk, and flung down the something which had been writhing in his hand the whole time onto the desktop, turning his back on Jack to storm to the other side of the room a moment.

Jack flinched again when he heard something metallic strike the desk, then the sound of short steps by Snape. Slowly, he turned and opened his eyes, looking at the desk. His heart lept, it was the Ouroboros. It raised it's tiny head and hissed a metallic tongue at Jack, watching him. Jack looked away from it, and up to Snape. "You found it." he said, then winced. Duh, state the obvious Grim. Wonderful He chided himself before Snape did.

"I found it," Snape said, forcing the words past his lips. He was breathing through his nose, hands balled into fists again to resist the urge to smash something. He turned around in a whirry. "What have you got to say for yourself before I take you back to your dormitary?"

Jack looked up at Snape's towering form, and his eyes opened wide, showing fear. Failure. "I didn't do it Master.... I didn't..." he said, hating how small and pitiful his voice sounded. "I didn't remove the Ouroboros. I WOULDN'T! Ever!" he pleaded, then was suddenly on his knees before Snape, clutching the hem of his robe. "Please! You have to believe me..." he moaned, lowering his head.

Snape grabbed the Ouroboros sharply from the desk and it flicked madly in his hand, hissing loudly at the abrupt movement. Snape clutched it tightly. Was it the cause of all this trouble? As far as he could see, which meant it was dangerous in more ways than one. Either the Ouroboros had disengaged because it wasn't properly taken, or because it was. Too properly, maybe. Did he want to rechain him? The little snake alternated between trying to bite him, and trying to reach Jack. Well that answered the worry about one part, alright.

Jack looked up slowly at Snape, and the struggling Ouroboros. "I will not fail you again Master... I promise. I will be the best student, the highest marks, the most subservient..." he said, voice trailing off, then looked down at the floor again, losing himself in the shine of Snape's shoes. Pride? What was that? Remus?? Good God... He shoved that away. That was another time, another LIFE ago. "I ... will do as you desire, Master." he added quietly.

Dangerous. That was what his mind told him; dangerous. The entire sordid affair. And possibly the most stupid thing he'd ever gotten himself into. Or not. But ranking his idiocies hardly seemed appropriate now. But if he didn't place it on him, it wasn't his fault, right? A get-out clause? To present to who, though? Himself? Snape turned his hand palm-upwards, and the niggling voice cried out, protesting as his fingers opened and took the matter from his hands.

The Ouroboros, free from the tight and clammy grip hissed a final time before winding it's way down Snape's fingers, and onto Jack. Jack shuddered at the icy cold sensation as it wound around his throat, and tightened, perhaps too tightly at first. He coughed, but did not reach his hands up to defend against the grip. He closed his eyes and relaxed, praying.

As the metal of the tiny viper warmed, the grip eased, and Jack let out what he had thought would be his last breath. "Thank you.... Master." he sighed, then braved a look up at Snape. He opened his mouth to speak, but thought better of it, and instead turned his cheek to rub against the back of Snape's cold hand.

Snape turned his hand slightly, running his thumb over Jack's bottom lip, before pulling back his hand, slightly disgusted with himself. "You should be heading back to your dorm," he said. I have to go and speak with the Maxwells. He wondered that he'd added the second thought, and that he'd become so... dependant upon this link so fast. Flustered, he went to get something from his drawer.

Jack made a move to suck on that digit, but it was gone to quickly. "Yes Master," he said, raising to stand, head still bowed, but not enough that he couldn't watch Snape's activities.

A blank scroll, rolled up, was all Snape got, making it vanish somewhere in his robes quickly. He moved to the door, step checked a little to ensure he was being followed, and set out first to the Slytherin Common Room, not looking back.

Jack fell into step behind Snape, and followed him silently. He lifted a hand up to touch the flexing metal around his neck, suddenly feeling better, calmer now that it was back and safely around his neck.

Snape halted at the portrait. "Dirae ," he spat, and it swung obediently inwards, the massed students looking up at Snape, startled, and enquiringly. "I trust you know your way from here," Snape hissed, turning to look at Jack, still standing partialy in the doorway.

Jack nodded, and without further ado, when into the common room, and straight to his dorm room, leaving Snape to berate, instruct or announce whatever needed to be said to the collected House.

"Before the rumour mill exaggerates this to ridiculous extremes, assuming it has not done so already," Snape said, throwing his voice, but staring pointedly at a few of the worst offenders, "For those of you who do not know, Victor Maxwell, late of seventh year, died earlier today. The exact cause of his passing has yet to be discovered.

"You are all to stay here until lunch time, or you are given further orders by me or a member of staff. Questions?" he asked, as though it was the last thing he wanted to deal with, and fortunately it seemed the message got across. "If I find, or find that another teacher has found any one of you breaking curfew, there will be another less of you." And with that he left.

2002-10-08 21:39:00,
"Come, see the Freak Show...."

Well, that is how it feels. No one was excused from Classes today. ESPECIALLY Slytherin House. I suppose that is Snape's way of honoring the memory of The Hogwart's Strangler, and showing that not even death can slow his House.

Perhaps that is best. I am a pariah again, whispered, and furtive glances follow me in the halls, and Draco sits far from me in classes.

Remus. Dear God. He is here. Does he know? Does he know it's me inside this skin? Do I dare tell him? How would he react? Albus would not be pleased. I know that without having to be told.

"This is between the three of us..." he told me and Minerva when we started on this crazy plan. Right. Now my ex lover is here, and I am Snape's sex poppet. Things couldn't be getting any better.

As ever.

2002-10-09 20:02:00,
Autumn Nights..

It's cold tonight. Cold air, cold castle, colder emotions. Isolation makes it all the colder for me. Another day of whispers, fingers pointing behind my back, and suspicions abounding.

The common room empties when I enter. My slimey brethren slink off in twos and threes to discuss the "how" and "why" I did the deed. Sod them all to Hell.

I have the fireplace to myself, and the best chair in the room. Small consolation, empty victory. The clock reads only just eight o'clock, too early for a summons, if it even comes.

I wish it would. Some pain, some humiliation, at least it would be a break from the forced solitude, and disturbing thought of another Professor under this roof.

As ever.

2002-10-09 22:30:00,
A chat with a comrade,

An IC RP with Blaise and Jack Grim.

Blaise sighed deeply, the past few days had been rather interesting. A murder, someone she knew was last person at the scene of the crime. Then there was Adrian, she wasn't sure what to do about that either. And then the fact that Jack had gave Cho Chang his broom. But she wasn't going to lose her cool with anyone, not even Jack Grim. She opened the portrait hole and walked in to the common room seeing Jack sitting near the fireplace.

Jack was partially reclined in the chair before the fire, and he heard the portrait door open, and close, then footsteps entering the Common Room. He didn't bother to turn and look. Why invite more derision and abuse? He knew the truth, and it pissed him off that they wouldn't believe him if he told them. He sat there, waiting to be alone again, and wondering, it Master would call.

Blaise slowly walked over to Jack. She didn't know if he had actually killed Victor, but then again if he had, it could have been self defense. She still wasn't sure if she should talk to Dumbledore about it. Blaise took a deep breath, "Hello Jack."

Jack did not move a muscle, only his eyes shifted to the side to look at the source of the voice, Blaise. He bit back his initial acid reply, and after clearing his throat, replied softly. "Good evening Zabini. You are looking well."

"Of course I do, and you look ... good yourself." Blaise lied. She didn't hide it well either. Jack looked like death warmed over. Could she blame him? With what had happened yesterday and the way idiots reacted. Honestly, she could careless if he killed someone, it didn't phase her a bit. Just as long as he didn't kill her or Draco, she was fine.

Jack grinned, and turned to look at her, indicating an empty chair near him with a lazy wave of his hand. "You are a terrible liar Zabini, at least to me." he smirked, then shifted in his chair. "You're the first one to actually talk to me since Victor snuffed it." he mused. "I guess you don't fear me...." he chuckled..

Blaise walked over and sat down, "Fear is for the weak and I am most certinaly not weak." Blaise looked at Jack and laughed, "Lovely choice of words there, Grim. Is there a reason I should fear you?" Blaise glanced over to the fire, "Perhaps the person you should fear is yourself."

Jack sneered at Blaise's last comment. "I do not fear myself or anyone in this castle." he said in a growl. "I didn't kill Maxwell either. I don't know what the hell happened to him. Bastard. He was trying to choke me unconscious so he could bugger rape me again." Jack laughed darkly. "Looks like he should have stopped after the last time...."

"Hmm, you sound a lot like me, and that is scary." Blaise laughed a sinister laugh, "Pehaps he should have, he might still be alive, then again, he could be dead still." Blaise waved her wand and a plate of fruit appeared. She then picked up a plum and took a bit out of it.

Jack turned to look more directly at Blaise. "Do you believe me Blaise?" he asked simply, his eyes locking with hers. "I don't know why, but it would be nice to have one person in this bloody castle that does..."

Blaise looked at him, "I don't know, I don't know all the facts. Even if you did kill him, I am sure it was self defense." Blaise took a deep breath she honestly didn't knwo what to believe, "I don't want to go an jump to the wrong conclusion again, last time you nearly took off my head."

Jack laughed darkly, "Well, I must say, that is certainly wise of you Zabini. Better be careful, people will think you are getting smarter," he said in a snarky tone. He leaned over and snatched an apple from the plate of fruit and crunched down into it.

Blaise stared at Jack with a icy look, "You underestimate me Jack, you have no idea how smart I really am. No one has a clue what I am capable of. Not even you, or Draco for that matter." Blaise smiled darkly, "So, what really happened?"

Jack gave her a grin, and shifted his position on the chair to a more casual one, leaning closer to her. "It happened just like I told you..." he purred. "He came up behind me in the pisser, grabbed me around the neck and told me what he was going to do to me once I had passed out. I fought him, tried to pull him off of me, then all of a sudden, he started to scream, and fell on the floor twitching." he paused, and ate more of his apple. "That's it. I ran out, ran into Weasley, and ran off."

Blaise took a deep breath and whispered softly, "Okay, that is odd, perhaps Hogwarts isn't as safe as everyone seems to think it is, of course I already knew that." Blaise licked her lips slightly, "So who do you think did it?"

Jack gave her a perplexed look, "Not safe here? Well of course not." Why do you think Albus put me here you silly bint?! "This place is HARDLY safe at all..." he drawled lazily. "As for what did in old Viktor, the strangler? Not sure. He was fine one minute, then dropped screaming the next. Could have been a curse, a hex, who knows, maybe he had a heart attack...." he said shrugging. "All I know is that I didn't do anything to him."

Blaise smiled softly,"It is amazing how things that were once though safe go to hell." Of course in my opinion no place is safe. "At least you won't have to worry about him attacking you anymore," Blaise laughed darkly.

Jack nodded, then laying back in the chair, and stretched. Suddenly, he sat up, and blinked, he stared off into the fire, going stock still. It was as if he was hearing a sound or voice no one else could.

Blaise stared blankly at Jack, "What is up with you?" She glanced at Jack, "Are you okay?" Blaise stood up and walked over to him.

Jack snapped out of his daze, and slipped out of the chair, he did indeed look disracted now. "I have to go Zabini." he said in a rush, and started to leave, then stopped, and looked back at her, "Thanks. For just listening and giving me the benefit of the doubt. It means a lot." he said with a soft smile, then turned and dashed up the stairs to his dorm.

Blaise stood there baffled, thinking about what just happened. She then sat down and pulled out her diary to write in it. Jack was acting weird. She wasn't sure what was going on, but something was. She wondered if she was an idiot for actually believing him.</lj-cut>",,lonely

2002-10-11 17:32:00,"Sex, Lies and Spell-o-Tape","Isolation is one sure way to drive one quite mad. I thought surely I had licked that years ago, in... that place.

This however is so painfully different. I am surrounded by hundreds, but even more alone that when I was in a cell. I am invisible to everyone here it seems. Classmates, housemates, Superiors...

Radio silence for so long now. No call, no inquiry. I ache for just a conversation, a snide comment, anything at this point.

Perhaps I shall call to him? Would that be proper? Sod propriety! I need reaffirmation that I matter, that I make a difference, that I even exist in someone's eyes...

As ever.

2002-10-12 14:38:00,
House Elf Note to Professor Snape.

Master? Have I sinned against you? Please advise suitable pennance.

I can't describe the desolate place I am in. It is not your fault of course, but I need a remedy.

2002-10-12 22:15:00,
Think,

That is what I am to do? To think? That was about the last thing I wanted to hear from... Him, but... Master has spoken.

THINK. About what? What a Grand Mess my life is? How much I ache and desire for... him? About how bloodly lonely I am? How bloody tired I am of being the Guilty Party when I am not?

I need to stop obsessing. Really I do. On another topic, I have heard, or rather overheard (since no one but Blaise has spoken to me since Victor snuffed it) that Cho Chang has taken ill, and is in the Hospital wing.

This concerns and worries me, and I am not sure why. Perhaps because she is one of the few I would call a Friend? Because somehow, on some odd level we have a connection?

Right. In any case. I am going to grab a House Elf and send her a friendly Get Well note and some flowers or some such.

I have nothing else to do this night.

As ever.

2002-10-13 00:21:00,
HOUSE ELF Note to Cho Chang,

Hello Cho,

Firstly, I bet you are quite surprised to get this, then secondly afraid for your life like everyone else around me.

But really, I am saddened to hear you are ill. You have to get well soon, I am really in short supply of intellegent persons to converse with. I hope the flowers bring you some pleasure, they are just a show of friendship, nothing more.

If there is anything I can do for you, please do not hesitate to send word.

May you be well again soon.

Jack Grim

2002-10-13 13:16:00,
Library duty,

An IC RP with Jack and NPC'd Remus.

Jack had entered the library after eating lunch. He had skipped breakfast for a number of reasons. He was still being shunned by most. Teachers included only spoke to him when it was absolutely necessary, and even then, it was only for academic reasons. Snape seemed to be avoiding him as well, no calls had come for days now, and only a terse note. Jack felt as if he was again tainted, and no one, not even Snape wanted a smudge on themselves. He was secluded in a corner of the library, reading the few Non-Magickal Medical books in the library, looking for a clue as to what might have killed Victor.

Remus walked into the library, unsuprisingly for lunchtime it was dead, forgotten by all the students as they did all that obligatory socialising. He made his way towards the Restricted Section so that he could do a little lesson planning. Then he saw him, sitting in a secluded corner, that boy. He seemed to wrap the shadows around himself, not just forced to be alone, he seemed to be trying to have the monopoly on loneliness. Ever the caring teacher Remus made his way up to Jack. "May I join you?" He asked quietly.

Jack startled as he was spoken to, having been so entranced by his studies, that he didn't hear the teacher approach. He stared at Professor Lupin with a shocked expression, then quickly recovered, and closed his mouth, as it was hanging agape. "Uh... certainly Sir." he said blinking, then added, There certainly seems to be no shortage of chairs or tables." he said wryly.

Lupin let out a little laugh and sat himself down. "No indeed not, it appears that most students are more interested in their social lives, rather than there acedemic ones." He glanced at the cover of one of the books Jack was looking through and raised an eyebrow. "You on the other hand, I'm sure this isn't required reading."

Jack shook his head, and without meeting Lupin's eyes, shoved one of the books over across the table to him. "I am doing some research... I am trying to figure out what killed that bastard Maxwell so I can clear my name." he said bitterly. "I did nothing that would have caused his death."

Lupin raised an eyebrow "That is as may be, but it never does well to speak of the dead so harshly, what did he do to you to make you hate him so?"

Jack looked at Lupin directly then, his pale eyes, filled with anger, "You mean no one has told you?" he said in a low growl. "Well, his nickname was The Hogwarts Strangler, and he had a "thing" for choking and buggering others in the bathrooms." he said in a low hiss. "Let's just say I know of this first hand, not once, but twice..."

Lupin sat speechless an eyebrow raised in suprise and concern. "I did not know they allowed such things at Hogwarts, I'm so sorry, I can understand why you hated him so, and I must admit the anger you bear towards him does not help your case... It however gives you a good motive, no?"

Jack looked away from Professor Lupin, and shook his head slowly. "I never reported what he did to me, it only came out later." he said quietly, then sighed. "And I know that my temper has always been my downfall. Injustice is something I do not tolerate well." he added, then idly flipped through another book, but not really seeing the words on the page.

Lupin nodded, "Indeed injustice does not go well with people, I knew someone who once thought as you do" His eyes glazed over for a minute and he gazed out of a window for a seconds thought. "But people change, injustice changes you, how will you react to this injustice young Jack? will you grow from it? or will you shrink from it as you are now?" He stared straight at Jack for a minute.

Jack ran his hand through his long two-toned fringe in frustration as he looked through the books again, "That is why I am here. I am angry at the stupid prat for dropping dead whilst trying to bugger me again, but that is why I am doing the research." he made an angry snorting sound. "It's not like I don't have plenty of time for studying. No one in this school will come near me or talk to me. I might as well be in Azkaban..." he grumbled, then leaned his chin in his palm and sighed.

"I think you would find Azkaban far worse than here young Jack" said Lupin in an almost angry way. "But the fact that you are trying to prove your innocence is always a good thing, though not entirely what I was getting at. What I want to know is, how will you respond to those around you, should you prove your innocence?"

Jack looked into Remus' eyes, losing himself there for a moment, then blinked and looked away. "Do you mean, will I hold a grudge against those that thought me a murderer?" he asked slowly.

"Not so much a grudge, that is understandable, but will you treat everyone as opponents? Will you feel that everyone was against you, or will you move on and realise that mistakes are made?"

Jack sighed, suddenly seeming more weary than the time of day, or his age would attribute. "I am too weary to carry grudges, Rem-- Professor." he said, inwardly wincing at his slip. "I have many responsibilities here, academic and others, I can't waist my time with vendettas." he said sadly. "I suppose the best I could hope for is to be left alone..."

Lupin raised an eyebrow as he heard the boy begin to mention his first name. "We don't always have to be alone Jack, there will have been those that believe you innocent, I mean what of your friends before this incident, will they not think you innocent?"

Jack shook his head slowly. "I had but maybe three friends before this. Only one deigns to speak to me. The others, shun me as well. Funny thing that..." he said pausing to reflect, "The one I thought I was closest two, was the first to divorce himself from me. That surprised me, and hurt me the most I suppose. We shared..." he paused again, then shook his head, "We shared the experience of surviving the attempts of He-who-must-not-be-named trying to induct us as Death Eaters." Jack laughed darkly. "Perhaps the reason he does not speak to me is because he either has crossed to the Dark Side, or thinks I have."

Lupin raised an eyebrow. "He's recruiting young onces I see now." He said. "Perhaps you should talk to them? You'd be amazed at how often that helps."

Jack shrugged, "I don't have the desire to for some reason. I know that is petty, and lazy. Friendships take works, and open honestly." he said quietly. "I suppose it comes down to fearing cruel rejection were I to try and mend things. I've had enought of that to last me a lifetime."

"I know how that is," said Remus looking out of the window again for a minute. "But sometimes we just need to swallow our fear and pride. It's a sad world when you have to walk it alone young Grim, believe me I know" he let his eyes stare out of the window again.

Jack sighed, looking over at the Professor sadly, "Your life must have been hard as well. People fear you and what you are..." he said quietly, then winced, angry with himself. "I am sorry Professor, that was out of line..."

"No no, its common knowledge apparently," said Lupin. "People always fear what is different.." He let out a small laugh. "Curious then that there is no such thing as normality."

Jack managed a soft smile, "I think normality, whatever that is, would be frightfully dull, don't you agree?" he said giving the Professor a wide grin. "I think living on the edge would be much better."

"Being normal isn't a virtue," said Lupin smiling. "It merely denotes a lack of originality," He smiled over at Jack.

Jack grinned wider, "Or a lack of imagination." he concurred, then when he found himself gazing too long into those eyes, at that face, he turned away again. "What brings you to the library Professor Lupin?" he said, abruptly changing the subject.

Lupin let out a small laugh. "Do you know I've completely forgotten. The perils of old age my boy," he said with a boyish wink. "I'm sure it was somehting to do with lessons, this is after all a school, and last time I looked I was a teacher. I think."

Jack nodded, "And a wonderful one you make too." he said, then continued, "So I hear anyway... I heard you taught her a couple of years past, and were well received by the students for the most part."

"For the most part yes, but sometimes people just don't like it when they see the real person, as opposed to the nice image they carve for themselves."

Jack nodded, and feeling he should go, get away from this man before he said something he shouldn't, he rose from his chair. "If you will excuse me Professor, I think I shall get back to my dorm." he said, then looked at Remus and offered him his hand, "Thank you for the advice Sir, I will do my best to put it to good use. Thank you,"

Lupin nodded and smiled, turning back to looking up books, still considering the odd boy, and the even odder feelings he stirred in him. </lj-cut>",,contemplative

2002-10-13 17:14:00,
Of wolf and dog...

Can he smell me? Can he sense me? I can him. Faint, not as sharply as when I am, myself, but the faint musky, sensual scent of him lingers in my nose, and caught in my brain.

These are ghost memories more than anything I am sure. I have not buried my muzzle, nor nose in the dampness of him for... a lifetime now. I most likely never shall again either. I broke his heart, more tragically, lost his trust. Wolves mate for life, and dogs.... we mount anything that passes by. And now... Snape mounts me. Why do I submit, even crave his lecherous touch? Penance, I try to convince myself. Lust is what my mind and body tell me.

He is still the soft, caring man he always was, and reaches out to those hurting and in need of the simplest of humane treatment. I don't deserve what he gives so freely. I should tell him it is me, and end the farce, save him further humiliation at my hands.

But, I can't. I will steer clear. Avoid. Be invisible. I don't deserve to suck on the sweetness of his soul any longer. I have to let him go. I am sure he has done likewise with me.

2002-10-14 19:37:00,
The lights are on....

A bit of IC RP with Jack Grim.

"Professor? Professor Snape?" Jack called out softly as he knocked on the door leading to his office. It was late at night. Another solitary and uneventful day was at an end, and Jack had taken to wandering the halls, lost in thoughts.

He had found himself outside the Potion's classroom after a long walk to the Astronomy tower for a smoke and more deep thought. When there was no answer, he tried the door and found it locked. "Dammit" he swore, slamming the thick door with his fist in frustration. Turning around and leaning back against the door, he closed his eyes, and sighed, "I only want to please you...." he said in a half whine. "I need to know someone will talk with me, even if you just call me names." he said, as if Snape could hear him should he be nearby.

If he was nearby, and just ignoring him, that made him feel worse, and sink farther into his mood of despair. He throught momentarily of his talk with Remus earlier, and for a second, the loneliness ebbed. The longer he sat there, the darkness of the classroom seemed to grow darker. Jack tilted his head up and tapped the back of his head against the wood of the door.

He wondered, briefly if he would ever tell Remus who he truly was. He knew he got a base, animal sense when he was near his old schoolmate, comarade, mate. Did he get the same feelings? Would he ask "Jack" about such things? Would he reveal himself to his former lover? "Not in a month of Sundays..." he muttered lazily.

Then, something happened, the lock on the door clicked open, the latch lifted, and because he was leaning against the door, it swung inward, dumping Jack on the stone floor of Snape's office.

"Bloody Hell!" he swore as he righted himself, and looked around quickly. No sign of Snape. Just his desk, and an assortment of papers scattered on it. Jack walked over, and glanced down at them. There seemed to be several notes scattered there on the top of the desk. Jack looked at them idly, moving them around a bit as he perused them. One to Alus, one to Minerva, an order for an Apothecary for supplies,

"Something unexpected has arisen, if I am not back in time for lessons--- (not finished)" and then... one in particular caught his eye, this one he read was apparently addressed to him,

"Grim, there are some things I would like to discuss. Kindly come to my office at your earliest convenience."

There were a few drafts like that, mostly scribbled or struck through so the full intent couldn't be made out. Jack smiled softly, letting his hand linger on the parchment. "So... you were going to call for me, but, why?" he asked, glancing around, and spotting a large bound volume on the desk.

Jack canted his head to the side, and lifted up the cover, turning past a few of the forward pages, and glanced at the handwritting within. A moment later he gaped, and slammed the book shut again. "A Diary." he whispered, then drummed his fingers on the cover of the book. He was temped to read it, to see into Snape's mind but something held him back.

What if Snape read HIS diary? What Armageddon would happen then? He at last shook his head "no". "No, I will not read it..." he said aloud to himself, then walking over to Snape's chair by the fire, he sat down, and stared into the flames. He sighed, and closed his eyes for a moment, trying to send out a summons of his own, but found only a cold emptiness instead.",,lonely

2002-10-14 21:33:00,
Solace,

An IC RP with Snape and Jack Grim.

Snape's mind assailed the self-inflicted walls he'd put up, to protect himself more than anything else. To keep himself together until he could force this all down far enough for it not to matter anymore. For it to fade, and leave. He entered the castle without really noticing, only passing Filch on his trek homeward, offering him no more than a growl. He hated Voldemort, he truly, deeply did.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't even realise that the door to his Office was unlocked, tired, and ready to just throw himself into his chair and not move until morning. He almost did, on top of Jack, his presence only registering at the last minute, and he stared blankly for a second or two after that. "Grim?"

Jack's chin was resting on his chest, his eyes closed and his breathing slow. The warmth of the fire had relaxed him so much, he had fallen asleep in Snape's chair. His arms rested on his slowly rising and falling belly, and his long legs were stretched out in front of him.

Perfect. Now he couldn't even sit in his own bloody chair. Was nothing sacred these days? He stood and watched a minute, tiredom overcome exasperation and anger, and the steady, hypnotic rise and fall of his chest soothed him a little, helped him rearrange a few of this thoughts. Slowly, surely. It wasn't until his knees started aching a little that he remembered that he should be sitting in that chair, if anybody. And damned if he would give it up! He thought a moment about the easiest way to reclaim it, before he eventually decided that Jack didn't look too heavy, leaned in, and scooped him up... Ah. Appearances were deceiving, Snape reminded himself when he found out how awkward it actually was.

Jack stirred, still mostly asleep, the feeling of being held, and cradled was a long lost, but still comforting sensation. He turned his head toward the body of the one holding him, and then nuzzled his face into the hair, and against the neck he found there. He muttered something, too garbled to discern, and draped an arm around the shoulder of the person holding him.

So much for shaking him and putting him upright, then. No, sitting down sharpish seemed to be the only thing he wanted to do right now. Fortunately Snape managed to twist about enough that he was facing (if a little crookedly) the right way, and sat down with a small 'oof' from both him and his over-abused chair. Oh brilliant, Now his back ached. He supposed there was no harm in sitting back- much less than doing much of anything else now. He slid his feet out across the floor, easing some of the stiffness there, but not much. The worst thing about it was, he reflected, half of it was probably self-inflicted, or even imagined. Not that it helped to ease it any. Wake him in a minute then.

Jack stirred again at the sudden jarring sensation, and his eyes fluttered open. He sucked in a sudden, deep breath one does when waking and he glanced around at his surroundings. Confusion caused him to furrow his brow. Where the Hell am I? He thought to himself, then noticed that he was sitting on someone's lap. He blinked several times, and then pulled his head back to look at the once holding him. "M-Master!" he said in a hoarse whisper, a shocked look coming over his face.

Well at least he wouldn't have to shake him now, but this was more than he really wanted to have to deal with at this present moment in time. He thanked the Fates for hating him so much. Snape's arms were lying on the armrests, and he tilted his head to watch him with a - there was no other word for it, grim amusement. He resisted the urge to state the obvious, and waited to see if he's say anything else. For once, he didn't feel up to banter. Much.

Jack looked at Snape's odd expression, and the silence was far more unnerving than any look or cut he had ever received from the man. "I... I am sorry.... Sir..." he said, clearing his thoughts from the nap, and moved to slide off of the Potion Master's lap. He stopped in mid movement, as a thought reached his mind, and he looked back at Snape. "Do you wish me to remain here, Master, or shall I go?" he asked quietly. His pale eyes met Snape's bottomless ones, waiting for the reply.

A silent laugh shook Snape's chest all of once, and he unfolded himself from the chair. If nothing else. Jack was making sure Snape actually saw the inside of his bedroom these days, one way or another. Too much talk, sometimes. Far too much. He placed one hand on Jack's head, and guided him round to face the door to his rooms, before he let it fall to his side again. Don't speak.

Jack felt a tense, electric charge run down the core of his body as Snape placed his hand on his head and showed him the direction to take, it started at his throat and ended with a twinge in his groin. He opened his mouth to reply, then the silent command wrapped silkily around his mind. He nodded slowly, and walked ahead of Snape into the darkness of his rooms beyond.

Silence. No more words. Snape needed that, needed to shut the voices in his head up, just for a little while. He closed his eyes slightly, found his wand, and muttered a low "Nox" at the fire, before following Jack, and closing, locking the door behind them.

2002-10-15 07:01:00,
The ache

The castle is beginning to stir, but I have been up for a couple of hours now. Slipping from the warmth of Master's bed, and into the cold of his rooms to dress and return to my dorm. I rumpled my bed, made it look like I had actually slept there, then went to the showers.

No worries now when showering. Someone, something, perhaps even me, took care of the Tile Predator, and once again, showers provide me with a warm, embracing respite from my life. I am dressed now of course, sitting by the fire in the common room writing this.

I ache. No, not from want, but from use. He has some incredible staying power, our Potion's Master, and endowments that would suffer me in my adult form. Imagine that being sheathed with lecherous abandon repeatedly in the rump of a 17 year old.

I have no intention of betraying him in this, of telling, of ending it. I enjoy it far too much. So does he. He does not confess that to me, but I can tell. He is afraid it will end, and be the ruin of us both. I will not allow that to happen. When he takes me, it is like a stag mad with rut fever. While I am always prepped, or allowed to prep myself, it is never enough for what he deals me.

The first time was as I was bent over the foot of his bed, standing, him behind me. Then, in his bed, on my back, my legs over his shoulders where the angle is best for deepest penetration. This is why I still ache. I once had a schoolmate lover tell me of the "wombache" I had given her. Now I have a bit of an idea of what she spoke of.

That was enough to sate him for the night, after he came, he thought he owed me a double, and with a bit of lip and finger, soon had me bucking and shooting. We slept then. I don't even recall dreaming. Then before it was light, I slipped away and returned here. Until the next time.

As ever.

2002-10-15 18:03:00,
Another Quiet Day,

Can one ever get bored of that? Complacent? Lazy, and dismiss the guard? I admit, I am both relieved, and unnerved by the "Radio Silence" of the Dark Side as of late.

Harry has not smited the Dark Lord to ash again as far as I know, so he must be resting, and building his troops. I wonder how many he has been able to gather within these very walls.

Classes went like clockwork today. No major disasters in Potions. The students must either be improving, or becoming better at working under the scathing glare of Severus Snape. I get no glares from him, no glances. I am treated much like I was before we started, what we do.

Silent are his harsh admonitions, and proud praises. They never exceed a word or two, but they are there, when he wills it.

Ah well, I shall sleep well tonight, dinner time is here, and that will mean yet more social leprosy, but I am getting used to that, slowly.

As ever.

2002-10-15 19:13:00,
Summoned by the Master...

An IC RP with Jack Grim and Tom Riddle.

Jack had been leaning on an elbow, his chin resting in his palm for some time now. He was at a dinner table with the rest of Slytherin House, but the chatter, gossip, and conversations were directed at others, not him. He had finished eating, and it was just simple fatigue that kept him sitting there, being ignored by the others. Some may have admired him for offing such a detestible person, but the popular trend was to scorn him. At last Jack pushed back from the table, and rose, walking toward the entrance to the Great Hall. He was bone tired, and had decided that after doing his homework, would turn in early. Upon leaving the Great Hall, he gave only a cursory glance at the small gathering of students in the Entry Hall before turning towards the Dungeon's corridors.

That small gathering of students was more than just a gathering. They glanced towards the other Slytherin, in unmarked robes, tugging hoods over their heads. Acting as if in conversaion, it suddenly and abruptly stopped as the 3 students began their stalking of the poor little depressed Grim. Set out to accomplish such a task from the very source of their Dark Lord, they would pull this off and impress their Master to the highest degree. A sudden outcry, and all students belted out "Stupify!" in one loud burst of power, striking Grim in the back with a powerful combination of spells and magic.

Jack felt the power of the multiple spells hit him like a hammer between his shoulder blades and even before he had a chance to cry out, he felt again the blissful relaxing of his mind, and body as he slowly sagged to the floor, unconscious.

The boys winced in unison as they watched Grim silently take the multiple spells, his knees buckle, and collaps to a pile on the floor rather roughtly. Then they laughed, and rushed to him, one student conjuring a rope around his wrists, the other throwing a black pillowcase over his head, then, together, the three of them set off to their Master to deliver their present.

He was surprised, to say the least. The little rookies managed to pull off his mission without a hitch. Depositing Jack at his feet, still completely knocked out. Voldemort was surprised that all three of them combined to stun the boy, and Voldemort figured he had only a few more minutes until Jack would rouse from his unconsciousness. Currently, the Dark Lord had Nagini slithering smoothly around his waist, curling herself around his neck, weaving in and out of the soft trails of his hair. When Jack was deposited, Nagini's eyes flashed, and Voldemort explained to her - in parseltongue of course - that Jack was not to be eatten tonight. Dresses rather casually, the dark lord was sporting no wand, just a shirt, pair of slacks and pointed black boots. He gave Nagini a kiss and told her to hold Grim for him.

There was a light at the end of the tunnel. Jack could see it. He was walking toward it, but something was making it difficult. He could not see what was holding his steps, but it felt like he was trying to walk in waist deep tar. Still, he tried, to move toward that light. His body wasn't moving of course, it was just the last remnants of the spell, but the soft groan he gave was real.

Nagini dropped from her master's arms and slithered over to Jack, curling her thick body around his waist and looking to her Master for approval. Voldemort was watching Jack squirm as the last bits of the spell were wearing off. He stepped closer to the other, crouching by his side, a cold pale hand reaching out to brush at the idle strands covering his face from the toss upon the floor. Eyes wandered a bit farther down that neck, and was met with an interesting site. A small silver necklace around the others neck, seemingly cutting into his neck, marking that pristine flesh with red welts.

Jack at last tore free from the tar that was holding him, and he rolled over onto his back with another groan. A moment later, his eyes fluttered open, and confusion read in them as he looked around at the unfamiliar settings. When his brain fully woke up, he sat abruptly up, eliciting an agry hiss from Nagini. Jack looked down, saw the snake, and let out a surprised scream. He then looked around, eyes meeting that of the Dark Lord, and the scream died sharply. He stared, open mouthed at his new Host.

"Be careful ... I haven't let her feed in a while ... of course, she will only strike if I allow her to ... " Now, those crimson eyes were focused upon the glittering necklace upon the others neck, and looked to Nagini. She, too, seemed to be staring at the necklace. Curious .. very curious ... He reached a hand, as if moving to caress Jack's neck. Instead, that hand dropped to Nagini's head, giving her a small pet, "Welcome back, Jack ... " It was a welcome, of sorts. He'd already talked with Severus, and now simply wanted to go to the source of the mysterious death. He stood up, and Nagini hissed at her Master, something that Voldemort chose to ignore at the moment. 'It's moving!' She had said.

Jack looked around the room. A dusty shack. Then numbers? Three robed Death Eaters, Voldemort, Nagini, and him. Not good, not good at all. He shuddered at the situation and the cold weight of the massive snake embracing him. When the Dark Lord welcomed him, he carefully chose his reply, "Thank you for the kind invitation..." he said, still looking around the room for an escape route, and resisting the temptation to make the obvious move to see if he was armed. Master? He has me... he mentally telegraphed, hoping with all of his soul Snape would hear, and.... do what?

Oh, you're too kind, Grim ... " A devilish grin perked his lips, and he stood up, nodding to two of the 3 robed figures to come and pick him up, depositing him upon his feet, which made Nagini tighten harder, to keep her grip upon him. The large boa was currently snapping at Jack's cheek, and Voldemort's eyes caught the glint of that necklace moving. "So, dear boy ... what *have* you been up to? A little school? A little play? " Civil conversation was never civil for long when Voldemort wanted something.

Jack narrowed his gaze at the Dark Lord, wincing slightly as the large snake gripped him tighter around the middle. It wasn't enough to cut off breath, yet. "I have been doing as I am bade..." he said in a controlled tone of voice. "I have not put my nose where it does not belong, nor troubled myself with you, or your affairs." he said in a low, terse tone.

Raising a brow lightly, he crossed his arms over his chest, a finger gracing his lower lip, "Really now? Well, I did not invite you here to talk about how you have done nothing wrong ... when, in fact, you've done something I possibly never could have ... killed within the walls of Hogwarts ... " He turned away, and looked out the window, the setting sun causing the sky to turn a multitude of purples. Just as he was watching, an owl swooped low into the wild grass growing around the Shrieking Shack, and plucked a field mouse from the ground, continuing its flight. Voldemort smiled amusedly at the sight, "How did you do it?" He spoke, not looking at him.

"I didn't." came the almost instantaneous reply, edged with anger. "I didn't kill that raping bastard, I don't know what the bloody Hell happened to him. He can rot in Hell for all I care." he said bitterly, and felt the Ouroboros give him a strong squeeze. It didn't feel like a consolement. "He tried to choke and rape me, then he dropped dead. End of story." he narrated, then added with a smirk. "It sounds more like your handiwork, not mine."

He laughed at how upset and angry he got so quickly. And then, the asumtion turned on him, "Me? ... you think I did this? Dear child, I wouldn't do something this drastic ... kill one of my own Slytherin brothers?" That glint around the others neck kept drawing Voldemorts eyes. Nagini, looking rather nervous, glanced upon her Master, and hissed long and loud, 'There! Look!' The serpent spoke to her Master. And Voldemort reached out a hand, touching the boy's head and tilting it to the side, holding in there while his other pulled the collar a bit. Narrowing his eyes, he watched the metallic move as it was revield, "What is this, Grim?" He spoke softly, the others in the room surely having their intense gaze upon their Master.

Jack struggled in the cold grip on his head as he was inspected, and his companion revealed. "A present." he growled, offering nothing more in the way of an answer.

Being the Dark Lord that he was, an object such of this seemed to have far more importance. Nagini hissed softly as Voldemort's hand headed towards it, ready to rip it free. Nagini suddenly unwound from the boy's waist and dropped to the floor with a dull thud. Then, Voldemort saw what it was that she had been snapping at before. The necklace was indeed, more that in appeared to be. For Voldemort could make out the head of a small snake, lifting its tiny head up and glaring at him. Voldemort offered a small hiss, and the small metallic one returned a hiss. Voldemort's eyes grew angry at the creature's response. "A present, from who?"

Jack struggled slightly in the hold on his jaw, and knew that lying here would get him nothing but pain, and most likely death, so why not be completely candid? "Snape." he said in a whisper. "For tasks well done..." he added in a cheeky fashion, moving his eyes to look at Voldemort as he inspected the Ouroboros.

At this news, Voldemort knew for sure how this puny little boy could have killed one of his most powerful Death Eaters hidden within the school. Curling back his lip, he looked at Jack, eyes narrowing so harshly, it was definatly not a good sign. "Do you know anything about the Ouroboros that your fuck friend Severus has given you, Grim? More importantly, the fact that it was most likely the cause of Victor Maxwell's death?" Of course, only such a rare magical Dark object had terrifying consequences. Incredible power, indeed. He nodded to his Death Eaters, and they got the signal that it was time to leave. They hurried out, and now Voldemort was left alone with Grim. Nagini was hissing and curling nervously at her Master's feet, aching to attack and devour the boy as soon as possible.

"I know nothing about what it does, or can do. It didn't come with an instruction booklet," he said in a growl. "Maybe it DID kill Maxwell. Sorry for your loss." he said without a note of sincere grief in his voice. "Maybe it did you a favor, weeding out the stupid."

In his abscence, Voldemort had regained powers once thought lost before due to a broken infatuation. He looked down at Nagini, who also seemed to sence that this boys cheek was not to be taken lightly, especially in this circumstance. Turning his back upon the boy, he walked a few paces away to his chair, where lay his robes. Protruding from the pocket was his black oak, 11 inch phoenix feather wand. He gave it a small caress, before it's tip pointed upon the other, and he let out a cry, " Crucio! " A bolt of greenish white light struck Jack in the chest without warning.

Jack's body arched with the strike of the powerful spell, and he cried out in agony as his body was singed from within by unspeakable pain. He fell to the ground, sight blinding with white hot pain. "No...... please!!" he managed to spit out before another wave of torture took his breath from him, and caused his eyes to roll back up in his head. The Ouroboros reflexively tightened protectively around it's owner's neck, hissing in rage.

Letting up on the spell, he cared not for the fact that the boy collapsed. He was more angry at the fact that he would even *think* of talking back to him, rather. Tapping his wand against his arm, giving Jack a profile's view of him, Voldemort did not look happy.

Jack sucked in a long held breath, he was able to breathe again, the pain had been stopped. Tears ran down his face, and pooled in his ears as he lay on his back, panting. "I'm sorry..... please.... no more..... no more...." he wheezed when able. "I didn't..... kill him..... I didn't..... mean.... to." he said in a weak voice, his energy sapped, his mind reeling with the pain.

Not looking at him, instead his eyes focusing on the fireplace. With the smallest flick of his wrist, the fireplace was alight with a rush of warm hot flames. He closed his eyes for a moment, "Tell it to remove itself from your neck ... I wish to examine it farther ... " He comanded in a rather soft tone. Others knew that when Voldemort grew this calm, it was a sign that should not be ignored.

Jack blinked, thoughts were starting to coelesce once again, "Remove it?" he asked, confused. "But I can't.... Sir...." he panted. "I don't control it..." he moaned, telling the truth, as far as he knew.

"You are the owner ... it will listen to you ... " His voice started to sound rather impatient. Did this boy know *nothing*? "Surely Severus would've told you how to at least take it off ... " Each Ouroboro's had a certain power, depending on the maker, and the one who had bewitched it. Considering the strength of this one, the ability to murder it's perpitraitors, Voldemort would not force it from him, but rather hope it comes willingly. If not, then surely another time would suffice. After all, Voldemort was not planning on another 'vacation' for a while.

Jack shook his head, and rolled over, now setting back on his calves, kneeling before the Dark Lord. "I don't know how it works.... just that it does. Snape told me nothing about it!" he wailed. "He just put it on me." he panted, anxiety building along with blind panic. "I can't do it..."

Raising that wand to face the boy again, but not to mutter some Unforgivable, he made Jack stand to his feet and approch him, turning to face the boy once more. He raised his wand along the fastenings of the boys robes and shirt, singeing them off and away from the contraption around his neck. He searched for the head, and upon finding it, reached out to touch it, albiet very delicatly. Being the God of Snakes, surely he could talk the serpent from it's grasp around Jack's neck ... or so he hoped.

Jack gasped as he was levitated from the floor and dangled before Voldemort, he clamped his eyes shut as the wand was aimed at him again, waiting for the end. This had to be it. When he felt the magic cut away his clothing, he trembled, waiting to see what would happen next. He felt Voldemort move closer, and then he felt the Ouroboro's move. It was sliding around his neck. Then as Voldemort reached for it, it reared it's wee head, and hissed, then bared it's tiny, deadly fangs.

Voldemort watched the display that the Ouroboros gave, it's tiny head fit with miniature fangs, hissing and spitting at the one that could so easily ends its life. He continued to reach for the serpent's head, until the Ouroboro's found that Voldemort was too close for comfort, a sharp hiss and fangs lashed out.

Jack felt the tiny viper move, and when he heard it hiss, something jogged in his mind, and he was suddenly connected with the Ouroboros itself, he saw a flash of memory, from the tiny snake and from it's point of view. It saw Victor, it saw Victor's arm around Jack's throat, felt the struggle, and then... then... STRUCK! A scream, not a dream scream, sounded in Jack's ears and he was suddenly dropped harshly to the ground.

He had let out a scream, something not heard from Voldemorts lips in a long time. But the bite was incredibly terribly painful. Surely Victor would have died because of this. Voldemort lost his train of thought, his spell loosened Jack and the Dark Lord grabbed his hand, forcing the pain away, curbing the side effecs of the venom, something of which he had been immune to, all forms of venom. The blinding white pain, sent him off balance, and he dropped to his knees, in front of the fireplace, his vision screwed up as he fought the effects of intense pain.

Jack was stunned, but only for a second as he hit the floor of the shack. He turned, seeing Voldemort crouched on the floor, clutching his hand in obvious pain from the bite the Ouroboros had delivered to him. He scrambled to his feet, and as he ran from the shack he called back in a panicked voice, "I didn't do it! I didn't tell it to!". Jack burst out from the shack, and in doing so, knocked the door into the three student Death Eaters standing guard outside the shack.

They felt to the ground as well, and Jack was well ahead of them as they gave chase. He entered the edge of a forest, and escape was the only thought on his mind. He felt a stitch starting in his side, and knew he couldn't keep this up for long. If only he could run faster, quicker, something.... Then it happened. There was a jolt, his vision blurred, and he felt something happening.

When his vision cleared, he was lower to the ground, running, leaping over the brush and braken with animal ease. His tongue lolled out of the side of his mouth, and his large paws took him farther and farther from his captors until they were long out distanced.

Voldemort yelled after him, but his voice sounded strangled. His vision was swimming in and out of darkness. After another few moments, he realized that the sensation had subsided, and his eyesight had returned to normal. His eyes were so full of malice, crimson eyes burning with anger at what had happened. He pounded his bare fist, the non-bitten hand, against the shrieking shack's rotting wood floors, and the entire house gave a loud creak.

He stood on shakey legs, and closed his eyes, feeling the sweat drip down his nose, from the effort of fighting back the pain and venom. Severus would be called upon, and punished no doubt, for withholding information from him.</lj-cut>",,nervous

2002-10-16 13:08:00,
Thought processes

Where am I now? Where is .... everyone? Tired... so tired. Hungry. Thirsty.

Ah! Stream.

Do I live here? Hungry. Must hunt."

2002-10-17 21:06:00,
Nose to the ground

I'm still lost, but familiar, this place is familiar, but I am afraid too.

Hungry, oh so hungry still. Food! I smell food! A village! Look, so many people!

This one likes me. He speaks nicely to me. Oh! Food! This is a nice place.

Not hungry now, but, lonely. Lost. Master? Where are you?"

2002-10-20 22:58:00,
Running Home,

It's on the tip of my mind, I can almost recall it. The word, the spell. I am Jack Grim, but I am also Sirius Black, more of the latter with each passing hour.

Soon, I will recall the spell, to change back. Dammit.

I am so tired. I don't know how far I have wandered. I am bone weary, starved and fighting delusion. Does anyone miss me?

Master? Lead me home.... Please.

2002-10-21 14:32:00,
Almost Home,

I am getting nearer to the School, I can tell. The grounds and trees are familiar, smell familiar. I have to keep going, if I stop, I won't be able to get up again.

I have recalled the spell, as soon as I am nearer to the Castle I will change, and.... go home.

2002-10-21 17:40:00,
Homecoming

An IC RP with Jack Grim, Harry, Snape, and NPC Albus.

Leaving the Headmaster's office, Harry walked briskly down the halls towards the doors. Dumbledore had asked Harry to look along the edges of the forbidden forest for Sirius, as he had sensed him near. Reaching the door, he pushed them open, and steped out into the fading light. Harry pulled his robes and cloak a bit closer, as a cold wind picked up, and he eyed the tree line for any movement. Squinting against the sun, he saw something dart from behind a tree trunk to a bush. Looking to see if anyone was near, Harry jogged outto the tree where the thing had been seen. "..Sirius?.." He looked under the bush - nothing. "Snuffles?"

It had been a long and hellish journey, but he was at last back in forest hee recognized, and he could see the castle through a break in the trees. He broke through the tree line, he was almost there! Then, he spotted Harry coming directly towards him. Cursing mentally, he ducked back into the foliage, and hid. He was on the verge of collapse, mental and physical, and with a sigh, he flopped down on the forest ground. Now what? He thought to himself, and tried to formulate another plan in his addled brain.

Snape was walking through somewhere he didn't frequent too often, though he knew the way well. Outside. It was dark, and nobody would be there. Nobody who shouldn't, so they wouldn't see him, and what if they did? He turned a corner and saw Albus ahead of him, waiting. For him or someone else he didn't know or care- and only stopped when the Headmaster brushed fingers to his elbow- which had him pull quickly away.

"Ah, Severus, I need to talk to you, would you be so kind as to wait for me in your office? I think that would be most comfortable for you." Polite, but something in the words would brook no argument. Snape saw that when he looked up, and there was no court of appeal , nor could he think of any argument at the minute. Fine. "Headmaster." He dipped his head and turned around, one-eighty. Albus is keeping guard, he shot. I will see what can be done.

Harry stuffed his hands into the pockets of his cloak. He knew that he saw something here. Haby he jsut scared it away. He walked aroung the base of the tree, examining the ground for prints. There wasn't really anything there, it had been too dry lately for the earth to give at all. Harry kicked at the dirt and turned around, walking a little farther into the forest. perhaps Sirius was just playing a ..game? Harry didn't wasnto to think that Dumbledore had been wrong about sensing his godfather.

Jack lay there in the brush, thinking, He could let Harry see him as a dog, but not as his current human form, whatever that may turn out to be. Deciding on a plan, he concentrated, and shifted, then made his way to shadow Harry's steps. He hid behind a large tree, behind Harry, and called out to him. His voice was rough, and it hurt to talk. "Harry...." he croaked. "What are you doing out here?" he called, taking care to keep the tree between himself and Harry.

That grainy voice calling his name caused his skin to crawl, and Harry jumped around to face the person. He looked aroung for any sign of the person, but couldn't see any. Could that be Sirius? He didn't think so, he sounded .. "I..I'm .. looking for something. Who are you?" He asked the trees.

"It's me Harry.... Sirius." he said in a rough voice. "It's me Harry. Snuffles." he said, voice still rough but sounding more like Sirius. "Stay where you are, I'm.... not well...."

It was Sirius? Harry felt a bit safer, but he was still unsure about this. "Sirius? .....what's wrong? Can I do anything for you?" He asked as he took a little step closer, carefully stepping over a twig.

Jack looked down at his hands, his clothes, and felt his face, he was still Jack, not his normal form, he could NOT let Harry see him at any cost. "I am not sure Harry, I am sick, don't come any closer, I don't know what it is I have. I will be fine." he said trying to reassure the boy. He longed to go to him, and hold him so much, it ached. "I will send you an owl soon. Promise." he said, then felt a dizzy spell wash over him, and he almost fainted.

Harry shook his head. This was really strange. What was he doing in these woods anyway? Did he ..live here? "Ok..Sirius..can I ask what you're doing here?" he added timidly. He knew that Sirius had something that he couldn't tell what, but Harry hoped that he wasn't running from something, especialy when he was sick.

Jack shuddered, the cold and the hunger were starting to take it's toll on him, and he wasn't sure if he would be able to make it back to the castle on his own. Quickly he formed another plan. "Harry, I am fine. I am here keeping an eye on you, and I have seen, and heard some things..." he said, then coughed and continued, "There is a boy.... lost in the woods. I've seen him. Is there one missing from the school?"

"Well, actually..yes. Grim is missing. He disappeared right after..an incident. You've seen him? Alive?" How long had he been in these woods? Wondering lost, amongst dangerous creatures? "Where?"

"By the lake, I last saw him by the lake. I couldn't go near him ...." he said voice trailing off. "Go to him Harry, I will leave you now. I have to go rest. I shall owl you soon." he said, then coughed again.

"Thank you Sirius, and be well soon." He said before dashing off towards the lake, jumping over gnarled stumps and running tough tall grass.

Jack listened to Harry leave, heading in the direction he had sent him, and with the castle still in sight, he stiffly trundled off towards the lake, taking a route that if Harry continued on, he would eventually find him. Jack walked until he could go on no further, and then collapsed in an opening near the lake.

And indeed Harry did find him. After running for a few minuets, he spotted Jack, lying face down in the grass. Skidding to a stop next to the boy, Harry turned him over, and checked for a pulse. "..Jack?" He shook him a little.

Jack looked like Hell. His robes were torn, dirty, and his arms and face were covered with scratched in various stages of bleeding or infection. He was breathing, but looked quite weak. He opened his eyes slowly, and blinked. "P-Potter?" he rasped in a weak whisper.

Harry smiled a bit, glad to see that he was awake. "Jack" He helped him into a sitting position. " What the hell happened to you? How did you end up in the forest?" He asked as he picked some twigs and leaves out of his hair.

Jack leaned against Harry, grateful for the comforting contact of his Godson. He sighed, then blinking he formed a story. "It was Him, Harry, He Who Must Not Be Named, he had me taken from the castle." he said, then paused to take a breath. "I got away, but I was lost, for days." he said, then looked over at Harry. "I finally found my way back here."

"Voldemort?...He took you? How did he get you out of the castle..Well, acctuall how did you get away from him?" Harry was quite relieved that Jack was alright, but his curiosity was getting the better of him. Volemort obviously didn't do anything to heinous, as his scar didn't burn, but this was still a bit scary. It could be that ..link he toke him aobut, but if it wasn't, then did that mean that other kids could be abducted?

"Students.... Death Eaters." he sighed, then took in a shuddering breath and continued, "He tried to..." Jack started to say, then shook his head. "I can't recall it all Harry, something happened to him after he hit me with the Crutiatus curse, and he was hurting, I ran. I ran for so long, then I was lost." he said, then sighing, slumped harder against Harry. "Can you take me back to the castle?"

Student Death Eaters? Great. Nodding, Harry slid an arm around Jack's shoulders, and the other went under his knees. Holding the malnourished and bloody boy close to him self, Harry stood up slowly, turning to the castle. He shifted Jack, before starting.

Jack was a bit taller than Harry, but quite thin, even moreso now. He did his best to cling to Harry, holding tight to him as he lifted him up. He couldn't help but smile weakly at the irony.

Albus hadn't moved from his vigil near the door, a little worried at the amount of time this was taking. But then, he had faith in Harry. That was why he had asked him, after all. He blinked out into the dark, seemingly calm.

After a bit of a walk, harry reached the doors to the school, and raised a leg to kick the door open, and steped in. He blinked a bit at the difference in lighting, but he could see that there wsa someone there. "Headmaster? I found Jack. " He said as he shifted the other's weight once more.

A slight smile graced Dumbledore's face at their return, before a pained look replaced it as he took in Jack's condition. "I see. Thank you, Harry. I think we had best get him to the Hospital Wing though, here, allow me." The old wizard stepped forwards, and held out his arms. "You spoke to your godfather then?"

Harry looked strangly at Dumbledore before handing Jack over. "Thanks." He said as he rubbed his arms." I did..briefly. He said that he was sick, and that I couldn't see him. "They walked down the hall for a bit. "He told me where to find Jack too."

A slight, almost whimsical smile, and Albus' eyes twinkled a little. "Yes, I wouldn't worry about him, Harry. I'm sure it is nothing that can't easily be fixed." He looked down at the boy in his arms briefly, before glancing at the one beside him. "Are you tired? It was cold outside tonight, you should take care of yourself too."

"Not really. I'm just worried about Jack, he said that student Death Eaters took him from the school. Do you know if that's true?" He asked quietly, so no one else could hear.

Jack settled into Albus' arms when he felt himself moved, and with a quick grateful look at the old man, he closed his eyes again, and went limp as he slipped into a light slumber. Safe at last.

A slight frown creased the professor's brow. "There are students here, it is true, whose allegiances are not... what they could be. But here is the best place for them. Here we can try and help..." It was risky, as this showed. He brushed the hair back from Jack's face. "Jack will live," he said in slightly more comfortable tones. "I'm sure he'll get all the fussing he needs."

Harry wasn't sure how to answer. Dumbledore knew about the students? Of course he did, when didn't the man know something. Well, whatever, Dumbledore knew what he was doing. "I think that I'll go then, I'm sure Madam Pompfry wouldn't let me in there anyway." He needed to start this essay for Medicinal Magic anyway.

A slight nod. "Thank you, Harry." He paused to let that sink in as best it could, the words not really enough. "But you make sure you don't catch a chill, or Madam Pomfrey will be shouting at me again." He winked, and carried on.

'I'll sit in front of the fireplace!" Harry called over his shoulder with a smile. He waved and walked towards the stairs.

Albus walked on to the Hospital Wing, and Poppy opened the door for him, a bed already prepared. A few minutes more and the nurse was seeing to Jack with patient care.

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Later.

He'd been kept waiting. Something he despised- for alll he valued patience, he sometimes showed his own lack thereof. Now he was called, and he walked with efficient spead to the Hospital Wing, lips pressed into a thin line. This wouldn't have happened had Albus just let him be.

Jack was laying in a bed, screen around him while Madame Pomfrey tended to his many wounds. He had been bathed, but was still in poor shape. His eyes were closed, and a partially full phial of a medicinal potion was on his nightstand.

Snape opened the door carefully, and looked around. Albus was standing talking to Poppy, but when she saw him, she nodded to the Headmaster and left- where to, Snape could not tell. He looked at the Headmaster as he said, a tad more than sharp, "You wanted to speak to me?" but then he let his eyes flick about the room.

Master.... he thought weakly, when he heard Snape's voice filter into his cloudy mind. Fatique was taking it's toll, and the potion Madame Pomfrey had made him drink was quickly putting him under for a long sleep.

Here... he managed, but then realised that Albus was talking to him now. He blinked, and watched his face intently, determined not to look- or feel- ashamed. Rest, he hissed, listening as he was told the what, why, when and how. Or one version, anyway. He nodded, waiting until the Headmaster had finished before asking, "And his condition now?"

Yes, Master. I shall. he sent, then as he was falling asleep, He tried to take the Ouroboros... He tortured me when he couldn't have it. I think it attacked him...

Shhh, sleep. A forced calm, and one he didn't feel himself. Ah, but that explained a few things. Oh dear. The Headmaster explained things, but Snape didn't ask to see his student. He knew. If that surprised Albus, he didn't show it, and asked instead. Snape nodded. "Yes, Headmaster," he said, gritting his teeth in irritation. He wouldn't forgive him for keeping him out of this. Not ever.

Yes Master, I will. he answered in a verbal reply, but as he drifted off to sleep, he also sent his want, his desire to be near him.

Snape hovered a little behind his Headmaster, and let his eyes look at Jack, without really taking it in. He couldn't. Not now. His expression froze, and he stayed stock still a moment, trying to sublimate for all his worth. You're a bastard too, I hope you know that. But to Albus, "I should go. Have Madam Pomphrey tell me when he is fit to return to class."

I learned from the best.... was his last thought before falling into a dark, dreamless sleep.

2002-10-22 17:32:00,
Recovering,

Well, I am home. Alive, and beeing nursed and dosed back to health. Madame Pomfrey was here just a while ago, giving me her potions to drink, and of course Albus stopped by with my Allergy One.

I am feeling sleepy, not surprising after a full meal and all the doping. It feels good to sleep, to rest. How long will this last however? I shudder to think what Voldemort will do to me next, to others. Snape? Harry? God I hope my antics have dropped Harry from his killing Radar.

Speaking of Radar. I wonder when I will next hear from him. No calls yet today, but I am sure. I am hopeful they will come, that he will come. Why though? Why do I need that, him so badly?

It scares me at... (writing stops suddenly.)

It was evening, and all Snape's work was done. He had tried sitting in his office, but that didn't work. And only reminded him of the OTHER work he should- should?- be doing, and the guilt he felt either way. it wasn't uncalled for that a teacher would visit their pupils. And Snape had the reputation of interrogating them as soon as their head touched pillow. So, Poppy was not all too surprised to see him.

Jack was sitting up in his bed near the window, empty plates and trays were piled near the foot of his bed. It looked like a family of four had eaten, but no, it was just Jack. His journal lay in his lap, and the only sound he made was of quill on parchment.

Snape halted at the door, and made no sound, physical or mental, content to stare a while, and not to intrude on Jack's writing. For a short while. Then he saw the pile of plates and couldn't stop the snort of disgusted amusement.

Jack was concentrating completely on his writing, and since on one was alerting him to the fact he had a visitor, he has no reason to look up or be expecting one. He paused, resting the feather quill between chapped lips for a moment, considering, then resumed writing.

Well, you had to admire the single-minded intensity. The loss of self to something else. Unless it was escape, and not surrender... "What is it consumes your attention so entirely?" he asked, with no pre-emption. He stood, feet in a ten-to-two position, hands by his side.

Jack froze, looked up quickly. *SLAM!* The journal was closed quickly. "Uh... Sir. I didn't hear you come in." he said, then heard the question he had been asked, and held up his journal for Snape to see. "Journal Sir. It helps keep the insanity in check." he said, offering a sly smile.

The noise made Snape jump a little, and he blinked. A journal? Seems he wasn't the only one to have succumbed to that. Not that it had done such a good job of keeping sanity, or insanity in check. "I... see." He stood a moment, thinking. Then; "I trust our eminent Headmaster has already spoken with you?"

Jack leaned to look around Snape's tall imposing form, to see who else was about before setting the journal aside and replying. "Briefly, Sir. I told him what happened, save for my suspicions about the Ouroboros. I think it animated and bite Voldemort, that is how I was able to escape." he said in a low voice.

Snape nodded. "I had guessed as much." He didn't really want to discuss such things at all, least of all here. But had he not come people would have suspected him of something. He told himself. But being here was just as bad, if not worse. "When you are fit enough to discuss this further, kindly inform me," he said, waiting a reply.

Jack nodded. "I will Sir. Thank you for taking the time to come and see me. No others have." he said, unable to hide the hurt or disappointment at the end of the statement. He tried not to care, but it still hurt. It was all so bloody unfair. He shook his head, as if to clear his mind of that thought process, and looked back up at Snape. He let his eyes say what else he wanted to.

Snape nodded, and filed that information. His mind was blanking out again in defence, Shutting down things that would be dangerous, bringing up barriers. He nodded, rather than speak a reply, and turned on his heel, allowing himself the liberty of thinking, with a detectable forlorn air, And if you torment me I'll have you drugged up so high you'll think you're a Hippogriff, Grim.

Jack watched him go sadly, the aching lonliness returning at the sight of the departing form. No Master, I shall not trouble you. he replied, then turned and laid down in the bed, staring out at the dying sunlight, further muted by the rain striking the window pane.

Snape walked steadily back to his rooms. He was going to take the easy way out. The coward's way out. But then, had he ever took any other way? A small, dun-coloured bottle. And with this, no nightmares. With this, no worry. With this, no night time. He'd brewed it himself, knew precisely what it would feel like. The numbness. Not even an emptiness. Nothing. Though something screamed betrayal, that should revel in all the pain dealt to him, he swallowed it, and drowned himself in sleep.</lj-cut>",,lonely

2002-10-22 19:29:00,Resting comfortably,"Well, I had a visitor today. Snape. The talk was short, to the point, and I was told to rest, and to "Not torment him" lest I be "drugged until I thought I was a hippogriff." Funny. He has a sense of humor, and irony he will never know.

I could not read his eyes, and his mind told me not much more. I will go mad if I obsess over his thoughts, and desires when we are not en flagrante delicatato... I know what he wants then, what he needs.

It's what we both need. Pain, release. Domination. Submission. The hours, and even days in between are agony. We both are in our own mental Hells and only when we join for a common animal release are we allowed to be free, unbound, if even for a few precious seconds before Reality returns.

I wonder if he can brew a potion that keeps us in that state permanently?

As ever.

2002-10-23 08:30:00,"
Why Hello, Zabini....

An IC RP with Blaise and Jack.

Blaise finished up her breakfast early and headed off to the Hospital Wing. She managed to take Madam P into letting her see Jack. She slowly opened the door and walked in and shut it slowly and walked over to his bed. She looked down at Jack, "Well, well, well... you seem to have a knack for disappearing and ending up in here don't you Jack?" Blaise smiled as she sat down next to him.

Jack had seen her approach of course, the screen around his bed having been removed. He gave her a wry smile, and closed his journal. "Yes... it seems the Fates have it in for Jack Grim...." he smiled. "How have you been Blaise? Better than me I am sure..."

Blaise laughed, "I am peachy actually never better. " Blaise grinned and she looked at Jack, "You poor dear, isn't this how we first officially met?" She smiled slightly as she ran her fingers through her hair. Blaise took a deep breath and whispered softly," You look like hell, did you have another encounter with Voldemort again?" Blaise then bit her lip, "If I was a superstitious person I would change that last name of yours."

Jack gave Blaise a sneer, "Gosh, thanks Blaise, everyone like being told they look like shite when they have been lost in the woods for 5 days..." he growled. "I would like to see what YOU would look like after the same ordeal Miss Zabini." he said, then sipped at some water. He paused then set the glass down, "Yes, it was him. But I got away..." he added in a low voice, not sure why he was telling her that.

"I am sorry Jack, would you prefer me to lie to you? I was worried about you know. I swear when I think you are out of my mind poof you pop in." Blaise exhaled deeply, "I care about you, you know, your my friend, I told you I was going to be honest with you. I am glad you are okay and that you got away." Blaise bit her lip again, "I am sure I would look as you do if I was in the same ordeal." She thought to herself wondering if Voldemort actually ever contacted her again what he would do. Knowing what she has done and hasn't. Blaise took a deep breath and smiled, "But it is good to know you are alive, is there anything I could do for you?"

Jack nodded at Blaise, and smiled warmly. "Yeah. I appreciate the honesty." he said quietly, then gave her a grin, "You are good to talk to Blaise. I keep forgetting that. As for my tendency to pop into your mind. I suppose I am like a virus... I keep coming back."

Blaise laughed softly, "I suppose you are, Part of me thinks a good one the other part well it doesn't. You drive me insane some times you know that? There is days I would love to hex you into another universe" She took his hand, "As are you, more refreshing than most people here. You are a bit of a challenge I suppose."

"Incorrigible is the term you are looking for I believe..." he grinned, and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. He was grateful for the company and the kind words. "So, tell me. Who HAS been your obsession as of late if not me?" he asked with a flutter of his long eye lashes.

"Obsession, no one but I seem to still be Adrian's obsession, not that it bothers me." Blaise took a deep breath, "And besides I don't obsess, me obsess over you I am attracted to you, obsessed no, attracted sadly still am... but I m not going to let it get to me." She still holding his hand she slightly licked her lips in a somewhat flirty tone, "Who is your obsession since I know it isn't me."

Jack snorted. "I have no romantic obsessions." he lied. Visions of obscene male on male lust flashed in his mind, then he recalled Snapes commands, and quickly extinquished them. "I don't think it's a good idea." he said quietly, looking down at the blankets. "I am enough of a danger to myself without tying someone to me."

"Yeah, well I don't plan on having any romantic obsessions either, I don't think I m up for them to be honest, and most men couldn't handle me." Blaise snorted. She touched her lips with her free hand, "Although you do a pretty good job at that, but we would probably kill each other if we ever got romantically involved." Blaise laughed at this she honestly believed it she could never see herself in a relationship with Jack for some reason it just seemed insane. "No offense, you're better being a friend and someone to umm have a liaison for me at least. Then again I could be wrong." Blaise bit her lip again she probably said too much yet again, "I like you better as a friend if you are wondering."

Jack leaned forward, and placed a soft kiss on Blaise's cheek. "You are a good friend too Zabini. I guess I should tell you that more often..." he said in a low whisper, then leaned back on the bed, still holding her hand in his.

Blaise smiled as he kissed her on her cheek. She held his hand a little tighter, she truly was feeling bad for him, he was stronger than she was. He had fought against Voldemort twice that she knew of and her she pretty much gave in. But not now she wouldn't she wasn't going to let anyone push her around. She wouldn't dare tell anyone about her plans. Well Draco knew of one plan, but that was nothing compared to what she wanted to do. She squeezed Jack's hand, "I suppose i should tell you more often too. I am glad to have you in my life even though sometimes I might not show it." Blaise then looked at Jack, "Just at a curiosity, what made you think I have an obsession over someone?"

Jack gave her a smirk, "Because you ALWAYS have a cauldron brewing my dear. You are bored if you are not plotting or scheming something up. I can tell by looking in your eyes. Like a Fox. Always thinking. Crazy? No. Dangerously clever."

"I will take that as a complement, and here I thought you never though I was capable of such things. Wow I learned something I didn't already know. Thank you Jack" Blaise smiles and then kissed Jack on the cheek. Her ego had just got a major boost and she needed it too. "At least you think so, most people underestimate me, not that I mind it, because then I can really fuck with their heads."

Jack smiled at Blaise, then changed the subject, "So, anyone missing me at all besides you? What's Draco and his mob up to these days?" he asked with a wry grin.

"Draco and his mob? You and I both know he doesn't talk to those wits anymore. Draco has been fine we talk every few days now," Blaise smiles sliightly, "I don't talk to many people you know that Jack. So I don't know if anyone has missed you, I am sorry I am not the social butterfuly that your are." Blaise sighed, she wondered if Jack would knwo she was up to something with Roger that is when he finds out they have been talking and all. Blaise bit her lip and started to think to herself, "So tell me what are your plans to do when you get out of here."

Jack thought about that for a moment, then shrugged. "No plans. Just staying alive. That is plans enough for me these days." he looked out the window, it looked like it would be raining all of today as well. He sighed. "Yes. That would be just fine with me."

"Awe you poor dear, is there anything I can do to make you feel better?" Blaise smiled an dlooked out the window, "Rain agian, I do hope we get a amazing lightling storm... I love watching them... I could stay up all night watching them." She looked at Jack again and then at her watch, "Bloodly hell I am goign to be late for class if I don't leave in 15 minutes!"

Jack gave her hand another squeeze, and smiled. "Don't be late on my account, I will be here for a while I have a feeling." he said with a smile. "Come back later if you want, we can watch the lightening from the window." he said with a wink, then let go of her hand as Madame Pomfry came over to "shoo" Blaise off to class.

"Okay dear, I just might take you up on that." Blaise leaned over and kisses him softly on his forehead, "Get better soon okay dear?" She grabbed her book bag and looked at Madam Pomfry, "I am going I am going. Bye Jack."

Jack winced at being called 'dear', but didnt comment on it. "Good day to you Zabini...." he called after her, then glared at the potions Pomfrey had brought for him to take. "Not the way I like to start a morning..." he commented dryly.

2002-10-23 09:33:00,
Visitation and Parole

Well, I have had two visitors now, and such a cheery one Blaise can be. "My dear Jack, so good to see you, you look like Hell." I suppose that is her own twisted way of saying she "cares" for me.

Why does that scare me more than Voldemort? But anyhow, onto better news. Madame Pomfrey seems pleased, and at the same time almost dismayed at my rapid recovery, and I am to be let out of here tomorrow morning.

I can hardly wait. I am getting tired of staying in this bed, alone and otherwise. I think I will try to go for a walk around the Wing, that or I shall send some notes and owls. Cho Chang wrote to me. Go figure on that. Remus is here now too...

As ever.

2002-10-23 09:40:00,
House Elf Note to Cho Chang,

Congrats on the Victory against My House again, Miss Chang. I can't recall if I said that before or not... Trauma tends to dull the memory...

Thank you for taking the time to drop me a note, it was most welcomed. Time passes quite slowly here in the Hospital Wing, and I am told I shall be set free tomorrow morning. It will be nice to return to my own rooms, and well, roommates I suppose.

Be well.

As Ever,

Jack Grim

2002-10-23 09:45:00,
OWL Post to Remus Lupin,

Hello Old Friend. Can I still call you that? Have I lost the right? I am sure I have in your eyes.

I hear you are back at Hogwarts, teaching. Good for you. I am near, in hiding and keeping an eye on Harry. I am sure, despite what has come between us, I can count on you to be my Inside Connection on his whereabouts and activities. Don't do it for me however, do it for James and Lily.

I hope you are well.

Sirius

2002-10-23 19:31:00,
Happy Birthday Blaise

An IC RP with Blaise and Jack Grim.

RP TO Follow...

2002-10-23 22:36:00,
Remus visits

An IC RP with Remus and Jack Grim.

Wednesday Evening, Hospital Wing.

It wasn't long before the staff, and a good portion of the student body found out about Jack Grim being in the hospital wing. And upon hearing this information, Remus Lupin couldn't help but feel a twinge deep inside of his gut. It was a sort of empty feeling, rather like the ache one might feel after a very long fasting period. He wasn't sure why he felt that ache, and a sense of worry over Jack Grim. Perhaps it was that sense of familiarity towards the boy that caused him to feel that way.

Lupin rose after some thought, the dirty hems of his robes swishing about his ankles. He decided, that perhaps, he should pay the boy a visit. It was rather unusual for him to visit any student in the hospital wing. Unless of course it was Harry or one of his friends.

And so, with a weary sort of sigh, Lupin left his study and made his way through the quite stone halls and passages of the castle. It was dark out, and the halls were lit only by the orange glow of torches and large candles that had been set in enormous and intricate iron candalabras.

Eventually, Lupin found his way to the hospital wing and went inside in silence. Most of the lights were out, and there was no one to be seen. It was only then that Lupin paused, his amber eyes dancing about the hospital wing, searching for the boy. After a few moments of this, Lupin faw Jack's dark head; his soft locks catching the light of the half moon outside of the window. And when he saw Jack, a faint smile touched Lupin's lips. He moved closer, looking down on the boy curiously as he slept.

Jack was deep in the throes of potion induced sleep. Madame Pomfrey was not dosing him as heavily to rest as she had when he first had arrived, but he was still being treated for his ailments. His skin was still pale looking, and he still had the look of someone who had missed meals for some time recently. He was laying on his side, one hand resting on the pillow near his face. His breathing was slow, relaxed, and there was almost no movement coming from him. Under his hair, surrounding his neck, there was a slight glint of silver just under the collar of his nightshirt.

Lupin arched both of his brows at the sight of how thin Jack was. But at least he was in a fitfull sleep. He couldn't help but pity the young man while he stood there, studying his face. As he tilted his head, he couldn't help but notice the silver around his next, and being the curious man that he was, he reached down and brushed aside the collar of Jack's night shirt with the tough tips of his fingers as to better see that he was wearing.

The scalely silver mental band went the entire circumference of Jack's neck, and as Lupin's fingers neared it, it suddenly moved. It was a slow movent, a rotating motion as if sliding around his throat until the metallic head of the tiny viper approached Lupin's finger tips. It stopped, and a wee silver metal tongue flicked out, smelling the fingers of the professor curiously. The emerald eyes of the Ouroboros glittered in the pale candlelight.

Lupin's golden hues widened with surprise as the silver band moved on its own. Instinctively, Lupin drew his finger tips away as to not be bitten. What a curious necklace! Lupin leaned in close to it, as to give it a better look. He rubbed at his stubbly chin as he gazed into the brilliant emerald eyes of the Ouroboros. How strange.

The Ouroboros flicked it's metallic tongue again, testing the air, and sensing that this man was not a threat to his charge, it continued on it's sliding journey, until it again clasped the tip of it's own tail in it's mouth, and rested at the hollow of Jack's throat. Once it was still again, Jack stirred in his sleep, and muttering something, he rolled onto his back. He took in a deep sudden breath, as if waking up, and his eyelids began to flutter. A moment later, they slowly opened and he yawned as he lazily looked around him. He didn't notice the Professor in shabby robes watching him from the shadows near his bed.

Lupin pursed his lips as he watched the boy slowly stir and then wake. He thought for a moment not to speak, and to allow the boy to drift back to sleep, as he surely needed it. But then, something in his belly compelled him to speak. The sound quavered in his throat, until a soft whisper rose up into his mouth and passed through his lips. "I'm sorry if I've disturbed your sleep, Grim."

Jack started as the sound of the voice, no matter how soft it was, and disoriented, he whipped his head around, looking for the source of the voice until his gaze fell on Lupin, and his eyes met with his, and were held there. "P-Professor Lupin...." he said in a quiet stammer. He blinked several times, and just, stared at him.

Lupin offered the boy a gentle smile, his deep, honey-colored eyes almost vanishing beneath his thick lashes. "Hello," Lupin murmured as he moved and then pulled up a chair as to sit beside his bed. And there was that scent again. That familiar scent that caused the muscles above his spine to ripple. He thought for a moment how lucky the boy was that the moon was only half full. As the closer it got tot he full moon, the more such scents of pheromones drove him to behave in animalistic and unmoral ways. "I heard that you were here. We were all rather worried about you. And so I decided to come and pay you a visit."

Jack still seemed to be on edge somehow, despite the quiet manner of the older man, and he scooted back a bit on the bed, and pulled the covers up around him, to midchest as a sudden shiver ran up his spine. He looked down, anywhere but in those warm honey colored eyes. He had no right. "I am glad you came by professor, thank you." he said quietly. "I haven't had many visitors." he said, then forced a nervous laugh, "I don't seem to have many friends even."

"Hmm...I'm sorry to hear that, Jack." And he truly did seem to be sorry. It was obvious by the sincere tone of his voice, and the way that his eye brows forrowed with concern. And he was silent for a time. watching the boy and his familiar mannerisms. "It's hard to feel alone; I know it. It seems that we have that in common." And then he again offered Jack a sunny smile. "So in that case, I suppose we're not all that alone, are we?"

Jack nodded, and ventured a shy look from under his bangs up at Lupin. He felt a painful pang in his gut, and an ache around his heart. As if to remind himself of who he was at the moment, and to keep himself from spilling all, he bit down on his lower lip, hard. He held it there for a moment, until the urge had passed, and he let out a long breath. "I know.... I have heard how hard your life has been for you. Predjudice against you. Fear." he said sadly. "I know how that is...."

"Yes," Lupin glanced up thoughtfully at the ceiling, before again returning it to the boy. "But that's life, I'm afraid. We all have our trials. I suppose all that matters is how we go through them. I'm not bitter." he sighed then, and forced a small chuckle that rumbled in his chest like a purr. "It's a waste of too much energy to be angry all the time. I used to be terribly angry at the world when I was younger. And sometimes, when the bitterness grabs hold of my heart, I almost fall back down to my little pit of hate. But then, I remember people in my life who never cared about what I was. My family, Professor Dumbledore. And old fiends, especially one. Those days are gone now though," he murmured as he glanced out the window, his golden eyes aglow with memories. "Aside from Dumbledore, I don't really have any friends either anymore."

Jack felt his lower lip begin to quiver as he listened to Remus's tale. He knew it, he knew it all. "I have to go to the loo." he said suddenly when he felt the sting behind his eyes, and looking away, he flung the covers from him, and slid from the bed to stand on the floor. He was surprised by the lightheadedness that washed over him, and he gripped the foot railings of the bed, and stood there for a moment, waiting for the spell to pass. "I will... be right back..." he said quickly.

Lupin made a motion to help Jack as he nearly lost his balance. He looked very concerned. "If you need help..." Lupin began, pausing as the boy steadied himself. When he saw that Jack could stand on his own, he relaxed and watched him leave. He had such a familiar gait. It was so very familiar. Lupin was sure that he knew those mannerisms from somewhere, if only he could place them! For a moment, Lupin couldn't help but curse the fogginess in his brain.

Jack secluded himself in the darkness of the small loo in the Hospital Wing, and placed his hand over his racing heart. "Remus...." he moaned, closing his eyes, and shuddering. "Please go.... please go...." he whispered over and over to himself. "I'm lost to you, lost." he said quietly, then covering his face in his hands, he sat down on the toilet, and tried to muffle the sobs.

Lupin sat in silence in the warm glow of the slickering candle light. Lupin stared for a long while at the crumpled bed sheets where the boy had been sleeping, the golden light illuminating his fair cheeks and sparce grey hair. The scent of the boy still lingered in his nostrils. What was it about that scent that caused him to ache at his very nub. He was rather confused by it. It's so similar...he thought to himself. I know I know that scent. Lupin was unaware of Jack's silent prayers. And so he sat there, waiting for Jack to return. His eyes lingering on the bed sheets that were full of his scent.

Jack had what a girl would call, "a good cry" and after using the head, he splashed water on his face in an effort to hide the redness around his eyes, and after brushing his long fringed down to cover them for the most part, he made his way back to his bed. He knew Lupin would be there. He was the caring to a fault type. Jack offered him a weak, shy smile, no eye contact, and then crawled back into his bed, drawing the covers up around him, and pulling them up to his chin. He yawned and ventured a one-eyed look at the Professor sitting nearby. "I hate how uncomfortable these hospital beds are." he commented. "I miss my larger one with the canopy." he said in the way of neutral conversation.

Lupin smiled at him as he returned. He noticed how red his eyes were, and how swollen and pink his lips and nose were. But he thought that perhaps he shouldn't mention it. "I know what you mean. These ones are so lumpy." Remus laughed softly before pausing, again that silver snake around Jack's neck catching his eye. "You have a very unusual necklace there, Jack. Showing your house pride?" There was another genial smile on his lips, and his nose was crinkled.

Jack was unable to hide completely the shocked, and concerned look on his face at the mention of the Ouroboros, and his hand went reflexively to his throat, making sure it was still there. It was, stiff and asleep, apparently. "Uh... yes. It was a gift..." he said. Which was true. It was a collar of ownership, like the dog he was, but he didn't say that.

Lupin then grinned. For some odd reason, he had the sudden urge to tease Jack about whom had given him the gift. It was strange. He hadn't felt like that since the times he, Sirius, and Peter used to tease poor James about the little love gifts he had recieved from Lily. Lupin managed to catch himself just in time before he was about to ask Jack if he'd gotten it from his girlfriend. He had no idea that the necklace was a collar of ownership, being rather innocent concerning things of that nature. He had only ever had one lover in his life before. "Well, it looks very handsome on you. If I had the money, I dare say, I'd like to get myself something like that to wear."

Jack's eyes widened, and he slowly shook his head, and smiled. They don't put collars on wolves Remus. He thought to himself, instead he said, "You don't seem the type for flashy jewelry Professor. Just maybe... some.... new robes?" he said with an impish grin despite himself.

Lupin laughed at Jack's statement, genuinely finding it to be funny. "Ah, you're right there, Jack. A new set of robes would be better than a piece of jewelry." It has completely slipped Remus' mind that the collar had moved on it's own.

It was true that Remus didn't seem the type for a collar. Someone like him could never flourish being chained by anything. At heart, he was very much like the wolf that he changed into whenever the moon was full. If he ever was chained, he was the type to whither and die of a broken heart. "I always forget that I need new robes. I really must write that down one of these days."

Jack smiled at the man sitting next to him, then his mouth split into a monstrous yawn. "Oh... lord...." he said after the yawn. "Madame Pomfrey must still have me dosed..." he said sleepily, then laid back down onto his back from leaning on his elbow.

And again, there was a look of concern on Lupin's handsome face. Though he didn't know all of the facts, he knew that Jack had been through hell over the last several days. "Perhaps I should go then. You need your rest, Sirius--" Lupin's hand quickly darted to his mouth, surprised at the fact that the name had so suddenly popped out of his lips. He hadn't meant to say it. "Ah! Sorry--Jack. Silly me." He tapped his head. "I must be getting tired as well." He then shook his head, a few whisps of brown hair falling over his face. He chuckled.

Jack's eyes went dinner plate wide, and he felt his heart stop in his chest as that name, HIS name slipped from Remus's lips. He knew. God in Heaven, did he KNOW??? "S-Sirius did you call me?" he stammered, the shock in his voice quite genuine but not for the reason Remus could ever guess.

Remus laughed again, a faint blush appearing there on his cheeks. "Ah, an old friend of mine. I don't know why I said his name." He then furrowed his brows and rubbed at his chin staring at Jack for a time. "I guess for a second there, you reminded me of him." But then he shrugged. "Strange how people from your past pop up in your mind's eye. Silly. You're nothing like him at all, really."

Jack managed to keep a neutral look on his face, once he had banished the one of shocked horror, and nodded slowly. "I seem to have that effect on many folks around here..." he said solemnly. "I remind them of a bad dream."

"Oh..." Lupin shook his head slowly then. "I wouldn't say that you remind me of a bad dream, Jack. No, though Sirius and I...didn't part on good terms, I wouldn't call him a bad dream. If the truth be known, sometimes I wish I could see him again. We had so much fun. He's one of the greatest people I've ever met." Lupin didn't smile as he said this, he appeared rather thoughtful. The things that Sirius had done to wound Lupin so deeply could not erase the good things. Nothing could ever take away those fond memories of his dear, dear friend. "It's not a bad thing.that you reminded me of him for a moment. He'll always have a special place in my heart, along with my other friends." and again, Lupin felt that ache inside of him.

Though he loved James and Lily, he and Sirius had shared a particularily close bond. His heart felt as though it was burning inside of his chest. And for a moment, lost in thought, and surrounded by Jack's scent, he thought for sure that Sirius was there beside him in some way, in some sort of form. He knew that deep inside, he still loved Sirius. He always would be. But he knew that if he ever saw Sirius again, all of those fond memories would fade, and all he would be able to remember were the things he had done to hurt him so. He knew that he never wanted to see Sirius again. He was caught between love for him, and an intense desire to make him suffer the way that he had suffered.

Jack nodded as if understanding, and shrunk down further under the covers, cowering almost. "Well, I am going to be fine Professor, thank you for the visit, it was... appreciated more that you know." he said from under his covers, now pulled up to his nose so that only his pale blue-grey eyes peered out.

He turned and slowly left the hospital wing, leaving Jack by himself. Once outside, he closed the door and took in a deep breath of the air outside. He didn't want to smell Jack anymore.

Jack listened to Remus leave, and breathed a long sigh of relief out when he heard the door to the Hospital Wing slowly close. "That was much too close...." he murmured, and it was the last thing on his mind as sleep claimed him again.

2002-10-24 07:30:00,
When it rains, it pours.

Well, it seems I am not so scorned as I thought. Snape, Lupin, and Blaise all visited me in the Hospital wing, Blaise twice.

She and I spent the evening talking and watching the storm. I surprised her with a Birthday bouquet and some chocolates, hopefully such niceties will keep me off of her Hate List. The girl has much supressed anger, no wonder we are such good mates.

Snape send a book for me to read, always thinking of my academic well being when not buggering me. Apparently he wants me smart, and pliable.

Remus. Remus came to see me, and I know he felt something in my presense. I did my best to give nothing away, and excused myself to the loo for a crying jag in the midst of his visit. Just the sight of him makes my heart ache, my gut knot.

I am such a bad man. I had the loyal, eternal love of the most gentle soul to walk this earth, and I threw it away for lust. I will never ask his forgiveness, there is no way I could ever be deserving of it, or accept it.

Then on another front, Cho Chang sent me the most "efficient" of notes. She tries to be so remote, so clinical. I wonder if that is over compensation? I will send her a note before I leave the Hospital wing for breakfast.

I was going to skip it all together and go directly to classes, but I have been warned off of such a thing by both Albus and Madame Pomfrey. It seems the word wants me fit and healthy for more suffering.

As ever."

2002-10-24 07:41:00,
House Elf Note to Cho Chang

Miss Chang,

Yes, I miss you too. Tea and chat sometime?

Sincerely,

Master Jack Grim.

2002-10-24 16:24:00,
Tea for Two

An IC RP with Jack Grim and Snape.

Jack was sitting in the Common Room, working alone at a table on all the work he had missed while being gone, and in the Hospital Wing. Snape had generously given him until Monday to have all the back work done, while the rest of the Professors, upon hearing WHY he had vanished, just gave him a pass on the backwork. Jack paused to sip at some juice, then flipped through another book, looking for further uses of Bezors.

Snape was walking to the Great Hall, for tea that night, when he saw Minerva headed towards him with a purposeful air. He didn't feel much like any encounter with her, and cursing loudly in his mind... Just what I need... He growled and took his anger out by shouting at the nearest student, and made a show of taking them to one side to detail their crimes so he could escape without looking like he was avoiding the Transfigurations teacher. Fine, he'd eat in his rooms then.

Jack blinked, started out of his studies by a sudden angry mental blast. "Just what I need?" he repeated softly, aloud to himself. He blinked, then thought about replying. Was that meant for him? How could it be? He had not "tormented" Snape as instructed, and in fact hardly had been looked upon by him since his return. Can I be of assistance, Master? he inquired tentatively.

I don't know, can you get rid of everyone who annoys me? Snape automatically responded, irritation outweighing everything else. I can't even bloody eat in the Hall without being bothered these days... The rant became a lot less coherant at that point, before finally subsiding into an irritated grumble as he got to the relative safety of his office. Sullenly, he added, I doubt I need to tell you to eat?

Jack grinned as he received the message, and before he had realized he had thought it, he had told Snape something he wouldn't mind eating. Jack blushed, and realized that would either earn him a soft thought, or a sound caning. No Master, I shall come forthwith, he replied in a more, subdued fashion, and began to pack away his things.

Thought I told you about that? Snape asked after a pause, mentally sounding slightly strained. If that's the case perhaps I better send away some of the spreads I asked for... he trailed his fingers over the desktop, just as a House Elf came to deliver the meal. Silence, for a while, as he received it grumpily, and set it neatly. Too late.

Jack dashed up the stairs, to his dorm and put his books and supplies away on top of the trunk at the foot of his bed. Then after a quick basin washing, he made his way out of the dorm, across the Common Room, and towards Snape's office at a casual pace. He entered the classroom, empty of course, then paused outside of the door. He rested his hand on the ancient wood, May I enter, Master?

Snape had one cheese knife in hand, fingers loose about it as he hefted it, finding the balance, and scowling as it fell too heavily to one side. "They don't make anything right these days..." he said aloud, to no one in particular. He looked up when he heard Jack, though he knew he wouldn't be able to see him through the door-way. "Well you've missed tea already, haven't you?" he snapped, and went to his chair.

Jack smiled at the tart reply, then wiped the grin from his face before entering the office, and manually setting the heavy bolt in place before turning to look over at Snape sitting regally behind his desk. "I am sorry for missing tea Master." he said contritely, then moved to stand in front of the desk, not taking the seat behind him until bade to do so.

"Better things to do?" Snape looked exasperated, but at him, or memory of like treatment when he had been rebuked for his rather low priority rating for eating, he didn't rightly know. He didn't move to eat anything, but nor did he gesture Jack to.

Jack looked at the trays of food, and felt his stomach growl, and his mouth moisten. He tore his wanting gaze from that to look at Snape, and asked quietly, "Master, did you want me to tell you of my... absence?" he asked, lacing his hands behind his back, and assuming the military 'at-ease' posture for now. His head was slightly tipped down, but his eyes fell on a pale patch of skin on Snape's neck, just to the side of his adam's apple, and he felt a lusty twinge, and an urge to taste that more that the pastries on the tray.

Snape sighed, and then waved him to sit down. "I had hoped that would go away, but yes, it probably would be a good idea..." Could he sound any more reluctant? "He hasn't finished yet." He placed the knife carefulyl down on the table, fingertips drumming quietly, and stared at them. A moment, and he laughed- a mournful, resigned sound, and looked up, his eyes dark. "Seems he's also jealous."

Jack sat, folding his hands in his lap and looking at Snape's dark eyes again. "Not done, Sir?" he said, unable to keep the worried tremble from his voice. "Did he contact you about me?" He asked, then the other statement finally hit home. "Jealous? Of you and.... I?" he asked as he felt a sickening tension in his gut form.

"Contact? I suppose you could call it that..." Not that he wanted much to think about that, really. His tongue stuck to his palate a little, the air harder to swallow. Two fingers pushed a few strands of hair behind an ear in a reassuring gesture, before he realised what he was doing and clasped them together, trying to calm himself. "He wants an Ouroboros." That really spoke for itself.

Jack's mouth went slack and he nodded dully, "He wants mine. He told me so. He tried to take it. I think that is when, when it bit him." he narrated and suddenly found his mouth dry. He reached for a cup and poured himself some tea, straight, unlike his usual cream and sugar concoction. "Can he get one?" he added, sipping slowly at his tea.

Snape shook his head. "Old, old magic. No one makes them now- a lost skill, and those who can, won't." He'd had his head stuck in a rather large pile of books of late and was now sure of this. "Didn't stop him extracting a promise that I'd make one..." Alright, now this was getting decidedly uncomfortable. He was never open. Even Albus had to take a crowbar to him to get monosyllabic answers, usually. He shrugged, and looked at the things between them. Had he an appetite before, now it seemed to have fled.

Jack set his cup down on the tray, not daring to set it on the desk surface. He could see the despair in Snape's face, and body language. "You can't do it... can you?" he asked, morbidly confirming the obvious. He then got a thought, "Sir, give him mine. I know I belong to you.... and no other without it..." he said, a pleading tone in his voice as he moved from his seat, and kneeled beside Snape. He tilted his head back, baring his neck, and the Ouroboros.

A small, self-depracating laugh. "No... I cannot." He started a little as Jack moved, somehow surprised by it, and traced the back of his hand alone one cheek, until his fingers were under his chin. The serpentine head raised to lick them once, before settling back down. When he spoke, Snape's mellifluous voice was quiet. "I could not, even if I wanted to." The snake's head moved then to lick at Jack's throat, under orders. "And it would not allow it either, and survive."

Jack made the softest of sighs at the stroke of hand across his cheek, and parted his lips, licking them slowly. "It will never leave me then, willingly, while I live.... Am I right?" he asked quietly, then shivered at the ticklish touch of the metallic tongue on his skin, and nuzzled his head against that chilly hand.

A slight nod. "Unless you or I order it, but it will be useless..." His hand slid lower, and nudged beneath the band of silver, tugging it a little tighter. He bit his bottom lip, teeth finding their habitual position- something they had been more usual of late.

Jack looked up at Snape from under his two-toned fringe. "I will not order it to leave me, unless you will it. In doing so, we would both cease to function," he said looking deep into his former classmate's dark eyes. He felt himself drowning in them, then slowly closed his eyes. He wanted to make a pledge, a vow, to die for him, to protect him, but even in his lust-crazed mind, he knew his life belonged to the protection of another. Harry. Can I do anything for you now, Master? he asked silently, raising a hand to rest on the top of Snape's closer thigh.

Snape ran his fingers around under the collar, feeling the heat of flushed skin conducted and amplified. One thumb on his chin, he pulled Jack's lips apart, still tilted upwards to look at him. You could start by repaying the living hell you've put me through. I suppose you had no idea... Precisely because Snape had denied it all, and repressed it as much as he could, which was a considerable amount for all his years of practice in such matters. He let his mind replay his last visit, but this time with mental editing as to just why he'd had to leave early. Including Poppy storming in...

"Aye, Master..." Jack said in a whisper, and slowly rising from his kneeling position, and turned to walk silently toward Snape's rooms. He entered the chamber and shuddered from the cold. He cast a glance at the fireplace, dark, cold, and muttered a spell that set it roaring to life. He went to stand before it as he reached up to his throat to unfasten his cloak and hang it on a hook embedded into the stone to the left of the fireplace. Next he reached for his tie and pulled it loose. His ears waited keenly for the sound of approaching footsteps.

Yes, now Snape remembered why in hell he hated bottling things up. With precisely orchestrated movements he got up, and padded softly into the next room, idly shutting the door with a wave of his wand. He moved to stand behind Jack, his robes already stifling him, and just close enough to brush the other as he halted. A familiar movement had his wand away again, and his wrist barely contacted hip in the process. If they'd stayed away this long-- well, he was going to see how long he could last. Experiments could be fun.

Jack felt the presence come up behind him, and he smiled, blush crossing his pale cheeks. He did not speak or issue an inquiry, but continued to disrobe. Tie was pulled loose, and tossed to a side chair, his shirt followed, and then he moved his hands to the waist of his trousers. He paused, feeling the warmth of the fire on his bare upper front, and the chill of the dark fabric shadowing him from behind.

When Jack paused, Snape reached around on either side, and moved his hands away with the slightest of contact, before setting his long fingers to work on the fastner, and sliding his trousers down, still stood far enough away not to touch Jack's bare back, and having to stretch a little uncomfortably in the process. This suits you more, he decided.

Jack sighed as his hands were pushed aside, and leaned his head back slightly, baring throat and the silver serpent around it. He felt his trousers drawn away, and being the toy he was, there was no undergarments to remove. I aim to please, was his reply, and slowly lifting his hands up, he laced his hands behind his neck as he stepped free of his trousers, leaving him bare before the heat of the fire, and the darkness of Snape's eyes.

And I to hurt. Jack's back was in shadow, and when he stood back to drink it in with his eyes, he hummed a little, deep in his throat. The heat really was getting to him now- and he never had the fire up this high. He let one hand work at the clasp near his neck as he complained. You always have it too hot...

Jack nodded slowly and with a wave of his hand, the height of the fire dropped to a comfortable level. The chill had been taken off of the room, a bit. To hurt? I would like to be hurt by you.... he replied, then slowly turned around to face Snape. He kept his eyes lowered, and lifted his hands to work the many buttons on the cassock beneath the cloak.

Snape stood still and let Jack undress him, as he indulged his mind into trying to answer the damnably difficult question. 'What do you want?' Well this gave him a few moments to ponder, though. You say that now...

Jack did not look up into those eyes when he answered, they were like that of a cobra, mezmerizing and paralyzing to prey. Jack was most definitely prey. His fingers made quick work of tunic, vest, and cloak, then he turned and laid them on the back of the dresser chair, and then began work on the pearl buttons of Snape's shirt. I want you to thrash me. came the response, then Release your pain, your fear, upon me, then your seed within me. he thought, and then went to slip the shirt from Snape's shoulders, placing a soft kiss above his heart as he leaned forward. Once the shirt was removed, he placed it with the rest of the clothing, and then returned to stand before him. He placed his hands on the belt buckle, and paused, considering. He then undid it, pulling it slowly free from the loops, then held it up to Snape, eyes lowered. Heart pounding.

His eyes were closed throughout, breathing slowed, but forcibly so, and noisy through his broad nostrils. His fingers closed about Jack's hand a moment, before he pulled it back with his belt, winding it a little about his fist. Get over to the bed he instructed, and walked to stand a little away from the foot himself. His wand had been folded with his robes, so he summoned it with a quick Accio.

Yes, Master, he replied, and walked to the foot of the bed. He stretched his arms wide, crucifixion like and gripped the vertical posts at the foot of Snape's large canopied bed. It was a far reach, but he managed to wrap fingers around the thick wooden posts. He lowered his head down, chin almost touching his chest, and slid his bare feet apart, giving him better balance. He glanced down at his groin, he was already semi-erect, and the games had yet to begin.

Snape held the buckle in his right hand, and slid his other along the length of leather, the slight heat of his hand doing little to warm it, before he let it fall back. SNAP. It described a tight circle in the air, before impacting with an almost tangible sound, striking Jack's right shoulder, and sliding down to hang at Snape's side.

Jack flinched with the first strike, but did not cry out, it was not a hard hit, not yet anyway. "Thank you Master...." he said sofly, waiting for the next strike. He flexed his arms as he held onto the posts, his muscles were not going to withstand a long session of this unaided. Bind me, Master, please.

"Iunctus sunt," Snape hissed, wand in his left hand first pointed at one wrist, then the other, invisible ties slipping about Jack's wrists, and the wooden poles. Not tight, if there was no resistance. "You do know how much trouble you are, don't you?" Snape asked, and punctuated his question with another, harder blow across the other shoulder, before Jack could think to reply.

Jack cried out with this strike, and gasped at the stinging pain. "Yes, yes Master, I'm sorry..." he said in a choked tone. His body was tingling from scalp to toes, and his arousal was growing as well. He pulled against the invisible ties on his wrists, feeling the tension there, and then let his arms hand loose in them. "More. Please." he said after a moment's pause.

Snape tilted his hand more, so his strokes were almost horizontal, and falling lower on the youth's reddening back, writing his message as he spoke. "Slut," he hissed through his teeth, his anger making his own shoulders shake, the nightmare of the past few weeks, hell, months, years fuelling him.

Jack's body began to shudder with each stroke of the belt, and the endorphins from the pain charged his blood, and caused his loins to ache. He rocked slightly against the bonds holding him, and moaned with each strike. "Yes.... I am...." he admitted, chin touching his dampened chest now. Sweat made his long hair cling to the sides of his face.

Snape's rhythm was faltering slightly, his palm slick against the metal there, and shoulder burning with each movement, the muscle cramping a little. Fuck. Once more, with feeling, before he threaded the belt around Jack's bare hips, holding the two ends closed with his sore hand, and tugging upwards a little. He sounded more than a tad disgusted to begin with, "Yes, a dirty little slut, but mine." And with that he started to unfasten his trousers, still holding the belt high so Jack had to stand on tip-toes.

Jack was panting hard, his lithe form was glistening with sweat, and his back was on fire. He could feel the welts rising, tensing and the sweat seeping into the deeper abraisions stung like fire. "Oh God.... yes..." he moaned as tears streamed over his damp cheeks to fall onto his chest. "I am a whore.... I am a slut.... Sorry.... I'm so sorry...." he said, voice breaking, soul breaking, it was one and the same. "I belong to you....." he sniffed, Only you, Severus.... Master....

Fire laced up Snape's own arm from his wrist, at the base of his thumb, tracing the nerve right to his brain. Pain. This was something he knew well, definately. His free hand slid between his buttocks, down, then round to one hip as he pulled him back, lining himself up against the tight entry, hissing. He barely registered his own first name- even though it was rarely used except when someone was trying to keep him in check, or by people he would rather never addressed him. Forever, he sent, and the Ouroboros tightened reflexively.

Jack's body swayed loosely as he was gripped, and a shudder ran down his spine as he felt the stroke of a cold hand dip down between his cheeks and then the sudden pull backwards for the mount. He heard the answer in his mind, confirmation of what he felt every moment of every day since Snape had made that patently clear on a desktop. Yes, yours.... eternally. he replied, then when the Ouroboros tightened, he coughed, choking slightly at the tightness of it's unforgiving grip. He pulled on the binds on his wrists, he had to grip himself, one touch, one stroke, and he would come.

The hand on his hip, and at the small of his back held him effectively still as Snape pushed against him, slowly, but inexorably. He buried his face in the other's sweat-damp neck, taking the sliver of metal between his teeth. You said you wanted me to hurt you, he managed to articulate, and thrust harder against him, into him.

Jack cried out at the first pressure of entry, the resistance dry muscle gave to forcing shaft. He bent farther over at the waist, taking Snape and his tooth hold with him, and pulling his arms painfully against the invisible ties holding him. He felt his legs start to give out under him, and the burning, tearing sensation as he was filled with a savage thrust. "Yes.... oh God.... it hurts.... please...." he panted, breaths caught, his chest so tight he thought he would pass out.

A slight pause, a hitch of breath, and Snape managed to sheathe himself fully, grunting with the effort. His sharp fingernails were digging in to the point of drawing blood, and he held Jack's head pulled back with the Ouroboros' help. Afraid of losing it, he kept his hips still with great effort, for the moment.

Jack coughed as he was reigned upwards with the serpentine collar around his neck, and he opened his eyes briefly to stare unfocused at the carved headboard of Snape's bed. The carvings, snakes of course, seemed to writhe and move about in the flickering light from the fire. He panted through the pain racing all over his body. From neck to knee, it was a blur of burning pain.

Composure. Ripeness, was all, as they said. Reluctantly he slid his hand around to Jack's unattended cock, and started stroking it, slowly, and in half-time to the rhythm he started to set with his hips, a low, constant rumble starting somewhere in his chest, and reverberating around until he could feel little but.

Jack moaned aloud at the delightful, and benevolent touch to him, "Thank you.... Oh Thank.... " he stopped biting down on his lower lip and clenched down, trying to hold back. He stopped breathing, holding it, on the edge.

The Potions Master felt the body beneath him, around him, go more tense, and he yanked the belt about his hips one last time, until the pain over-rode his mind and forced him to let go of the belt, which clattered noisily to the floor. His other hand clenched as he felt one tighten about his own gut, ripping a cry from his lungs that his brain never heard, burying himself in deep as he shot his load into the body bound under him. Painful... but oh so right.

It was a scream, not a cry of release that broke from Jack as Snape's carnal cry in his ear pushed him over the edge. Hips bucking, and tears streaming down his cheeks, he came. His arms were on fire from the bindings, and his raw back was a stinging plain from the sweat of himself and Snape being pressed into the welts. He felt Snape dig his clawed nails into his hips, and the cries seemed to go on and on forever, until all went black.

Jack went slack in his bonds with a labored moan. With a curse, Snape withdrew from the body before him, and with a curse to his own pains, staggered around to a sitting position on his bed. Snape glared at Jack's inert form. "You bastard." he muttered, an endearment, surely, then after catching his breath for several minutes, rose, found his wand, and released the semi conscious boy from his bonds. He levitated him to rest fully on his belly in the center of the bed. He sneered at the damage done to Jack's back by his belt, and before seeing to his wounds, he Accio'd himself a glass of Ogden's.",,guilty

2002-10-25 07:23:00,
The morning after

I am not sure HOW I made it back to my dorm, or even WHEN I got here. I KNOW you cannot Apparate, or Disapparate within the castle, or on the grounds, but somehow Snape got me back here.

I had to be careful to shower alone, my back is a basketweave pattern of red and purple stripes from the lashes of Master's Belt. They ache, sting and itch, and hot water upon them was a new experience in bladder loosening pain. Again, good thing I was in the shower.

I recall asking him NOT to heal me, then his laughed reply, "As if I would..." I still tingle in places when I think of last night, and I long for the next time. We unleashed the beast within him last night, and I long to do so again.

Breakfast now, then Potions. I can hardly wait. Suddenly I don't mind I am mostly ignored at meals, I can have my own silent conversations with one that Cherishes me, and how I make him feel.

As ever.

2002-10-25 09:29:00,
Friday Double Potions

An IC RP with Snape and Jack Grim.

Friday morning. Jack was still stiff, and sore in all the wrong places from the night before. He had received only the minimal treatment from Snape, just enough to prevent any sort of infection, and was left to feel the dull throb of his leather rashed back all night. It hadn't been so bad actually. He liked pain such as this. It was a reminder of so many things. Taking his seat with his Housemates, he pulled out a book and his note book, quill at the ready for whatever lesson lay ahead today. He glanced over at Malfoy, who at the moment was giving him an odd, cold-eyed glare. Jack blew him a kiss, infuriating him, then looked back to the front of the class.

Snape was, it had to be said, a master of deception. He stood in his cloud of black at the front of the room, where even the candle-light feared to tread, and started to explain the class to come with rich, measured tones holding more than a hint of scorn. "Shrinking things is easier understood if you merely take a look at the structure of the target..." he began, and told them what page to turn to.

Jack turned to the proper page, and in his mind, thought of a few choice persons, and what parts of them he would like best to shrink. As he reached to put away another book, he winced, the bruised spots on his shoulder blades complained with the movement sideways. He made a soft grunting sound, but dropped the book away and then turned to the proper page in the one Snape had called for.

Snape drew their attention to the rather stilted and difficult passage that explained (in none too wordy a manner) the basic principles; how to match organic matter, metals, non-metals to their respective agents, and which combinations were to be avoided at all costs. For the first part of class he set them a short list of obscure items, written on the board, and asked them to choose the appropriate chemical. That done, he let himself sit in his desk, and 'work.'

Jack wrote down the list, and the first 6 were not hard to locate at all for him, since all he did in his free time was extra essays, and reading up on Potions. Succeeding in this course, nay, excelling beyond all others had become a burning obsession. How is your arm, Master? he sent without looking up, frowning as he searched again and again for the last item. He began to wonder if that one had been added to the list as a personal challenge to him.

Snape was bent over a second-year's essay, painfully cramped and tidy handwriting struggling to escape any criticism, for what it was worth. Snape struck out an entire paragraph with one diagonal stroke, and articulated his wrist in the process, letting the flash of pain carry before he added seemingly unsurprised, In a better state than you are. Finished?

Jack managed not to grin, but turned a page and continued looking, No, Master, all but the last item. Still looking for it. he replied, and bit down on his lower lip, frustration and his own mental timeclock ticking for success at the damnnable puzzle.

Thought not, came the evidently smug reply. His tutor at college had asked him this on his interview for entry- and had not looked too impressed with the eighteen-year-old Snape until he had rattled the answer off perfectly with no hesitation. A slight smirk whispered across his face as he recalled how the Potions Master had tried to trick the then upstart applicant, and scrawled a snide comment in the margins of someone who evidently didn't have his flair.

Jack let out a snort, then poked the passage in the book whre he had located the last of the items on the list. Carbon, he sent triumphantly to his Mentor, then scrawled the information down on his paper. Once done, and after signing his name with a flourish, he raised his hand into the air, even ahead of Hermione Granger. "I am done Professor Snape," he announced to the class. This brought groans and hisses from the other less gifted in the class, particularly the Gryffindor side of the room.

Snape was distracted from his reverie- perhaps the closest he came to nostalgia, by a smug victory-cry. Almost as smug as he remembered himself being, not that he'd let it show. All smooth calm facade... He looked up, and waved a hand at the myriad closed boxes in front of him, each with a concealed object and with the feathered end of his quill indicated one in particular. "Set to work on that." The other students leaned forwards a little to see what was in the box, but when they noticed Snape was watching the room, they set back to trying to answer his questions.

Jack gave Snape a nod of acknowledgement, and taking the indicated box, returned to his desk and opened it slowly, peeking inside at the object he was to shrink sucessfully. His eyes went wide at what he saw, and a hiss of surprise escaped his lips in surprise. This caused the Slytherin's near him to look over, Draco more slyly than the rest. Jack reached into the box and then held up into the light for all to see, the object he was to reduce. It was a flawlessly cut diamond. It was also the size of a large English Walnut.

2002-10-25 17:32:00,"
A chat before dinner, with Cho.

An IC RP with Cho "The Ice Queen" Chang, and Jack "The School Broom Closet" Grim.

By the time it came to dinner on Friday evening, Cho was beginning to feel a bit restless. Her last few classes of the day had served to occupy her time, but they hadn't exactly held her mind.

It wasn't a typical thing for her to be so unfocused, even if it was a Friday. The end of the week signalled the fact that if she were anyone else she would have two free days to do whatever she pleased - but since she was herself it meant that Quidditch practice still rolled on, and being such a pedant she'd spend her time completing any homework before doing anything else.

Maybe I'd have less of it if I hadn't been thinking about what's-his-name, Cho sulked.

As she walked towards the Great Hall she rolled her eyes to herself thinking about how much time she'd wasted on that already; she couldn't see him in the crowd of people that were ahead of her. It was possibly a good sign.

Jack was walking reluctantly through the halls toward the Great hall for Dinner. He dreaded the isolation in a room of hundreds at each meal, but he had given his word, to be behaved, and better than the rest in his house, and this school. He would not fail, or disappoint. As he approached the entrance to the Hall, he gazed at the groups of students entering. They were in clutches of threes and fours, chatting happily; mostly about the upcoming Masquerade Ball. A group of Ravenclaws appeared in view, and in their midst, Jack spotted Cho. A warm smile crossed his face, but he did not approach her. He kept his eyes on her as he walked, so that if she were to look in his direction, she would see him. Whether to address him or not in public, would be her option.

Cho still hadn't spotted the person she was half hoping and half dreading would be there already; for some reason she remembered that on most days he arrived before she did.

I suppose nearly dying takes its toll on one's punctuality, she thought nonchalantly; Cho was somewhat surprised at how uncaring she felt herself to sound. The annoying voice of reason told her that the only reason she sounded like that was because she actually cared rather more than she thought she should.

Flicking her hair back and casting one last sweeping glance at the space around her before she entered the Great Hall, she saw him. And curiously enough, he was smiling. Cho narrowed her eyes slightly and wondered what that could possibly mean; she wouldn't be able to sit through dinner not knowing, and so, she excused herself and walked towards the fifth year, knowing full well that her friends would stay and watch.

Jack was surprised to see Cho break from her friends to move toward him, so he sidestepped out of the main walkway, to a more open part of the Entry Hall, and made his grin more of a polite smile. He laced his hands together in front of his waist, and gave her a polite half-bow as she approached him. He was sure why he felt so pleased and ... nervous that she was coming over to speak to him; in PUBLIC no less. "Good Evening Miss Chang, " he said softly.

"Good evening Master Grim," she said evenly, watching his face closely as she called him Master, "I trust you're feeling better?" She thought it was a fair assumption, he certainly looked all right.

Jack was unable to supress the wide grin, and a bit of a latent blush that crossed his face at the title she addressed him. "I am no Master, Miss Chang." he said, thinking of the owner of that title, however briefly. "I am simply, Jack." he said, then gave her a wink. "I see you are fit enough. Everything.... going to plan?" he asked with a delicate lift of an eyebrow, then a glance over her shoulder at the flock of Ravenclaws watching closely.

Cho suppressed the quiet laughter that would have surfaced if she weren't bothering with being so careful and pulled her shoulders back slightly, at the same time it had the affect of not only straightening her posture, but pushing her chest out.

"I'm the Ravenclaw Seeker," she said, almost automatically, "You can be whatever I say you are." She almost almost grinned at how blatantly coquettish that was, but managed to keep her face straight, "As for things going to plan-" she looked back at the Ravenclaws for a second, "I suppose you could say that."

Jack grinned wider, "I indeed shall be whatever the lady deems me worthy to be...." he said, then did a graceful bow before her; complete with arm across the waist, and the other extended to the side. He resumed standing, and then struck a more casual pose, ignoring those looking at them now. "And if it is not too bold to ask, whom have you honored with your arm for the Masquerade Ball next week? I am quite sure you have been besieged with proposals...."

"Well, whoever wants my arm may have it," she said with a half-smile on her face,"It's good for catching things. As for the rest of me," she paused and made a brief nod at all the people walking past,"I suppose one of them will do; I haven't been asked."

Jack let his eyes go wide, and lifted a hand to his open mouth, feigning shock, "Not asked? How can that be? Sure the two most lovely and eligible single students in this school cannot have been overlooked by ALL." he said in a voice filled with faux shock. "WHAT has the world come to?" he asked, then made a distressed clucking sound with his tongue and teeth as he shook his head sadly.

"The two most lovely?" Cho repeated and then sighed, "oOh great, so them and us don't have partners" Cho wondered briefly on why she was lovely or eligible - just because she was on her own didn't mean just anyone could consider her available.

Jack took a step closer to Cho, but no so close as to invade her "personal space" and grinning, whispered to her, "Well, I wouldn't be insulted if you were to ask me to attend the Dance Miss Chang," he said, then pulled back. "But, I know that I am surely on the bottom of your selections for Dance Partners. It is just as well, I have work I need to do, I think I will just stay in the Commons and read up on my Potions. I plan to become quite skilled at it someday." he said with a smile to her. "I strive to equal Professor Snape someday." he added with a wistful little sigh.

Cho stepped forward and lowered her voice slightly, "Then take me with you."

Good grief, she mentally hit herself over the head for behaving so badly. She was not in the business of giving people the wrong impression; but so far all she'd done was behave completely out of character. Not only did she not believe she had any pathetic romantic inclinations towards Jack Grim, but she was certain he had no such intentions towards her either.

And that is exactly why you're doing this! she chastised herself. Just. Stop.

Jack leaned back a bit, shock read on his face, but he quickly recovered. "Why, I would be honored." he said, then gave her a small bow again, "I would be so pleased. " he added then lifted a hand up to rub his chin as he thought. "We need to consider costumes for now...." he mused, then looked her directly in the eyes, "We are allowed to go to Hogsmeade this weekend. Shall we meet there, say Saturday around Noon, and we can browse the shops with the other teeming masses?"

Cho was glad that he misunderstood what she meant by taking her with him; it was just as well, even if he would have allowed him into the Slytherin common room she wasn't sure if there was a school rule against it - and that was as good an excuse as any to stop herself from doing something ridiculous.

Remembering that she was actually in a conversation with Jack she snapped back to reality, trying to take in what he had said to make an appropriate response.

"Certainly," she said weakly, forgetting exactly what she thought she might have said, and sounding tremendously lame at the same time.

Jack read her eyes for a moment, and perhaps it was the power of the Ouroboros fine tuning his instincts, but something spoke to him. "Or... were you referring to me taking you elsewhere...." he asked with a serpentine smile. "I think you are as I in this. The company of some books, a nice fire and some .... beverages and snacks would be a much preferred evening to a tired, and charade filled evening of Dancing and Social Intercourse." he said with a dangerous, slow lift of an eyebrow.

Cho watched him walk away and wondered what on Earth had just happened. Had she just turned into a monster raving loony and accepted being by herself with Jack Grim? In the Slytherin common room, no less! A fifth year ...

Her heart beat seemed to have increased somewhat at that last expression he gave her.

It was foolish, she knew it. She shouldn't and she couldn't agree to such a thing - could she? The competitive spirit that Cho felt between them was eating away at her; she would not be the one to back away anymore.

If it were any other boy in the school Cho considered that on any given day she could get away with touching them and engendering the response she wanted; but she couldn't do that to Jack Grim, he seemed to have a handle on what most wizards older than him never had any idea about.

Jack swallowed the grin on his face, a serious, determined look replacing it, and he nodded slowly as he moved his hands to lace behind his back. "I shall still like to see you in Hogsmeade for tea and scones, if you have the time. I shall be sitting in the back of The Three Broomsticks, come find me if you like." he said, then with another bow, "Good evening to you Miss Chang, be well." he said, then turned and sauntered off into the noice and clamor of the Great Hall to eat as usual of late, ignored.

She shook her head repeatedly, as though to try and shake herself out of the bizarre reality she had ended up in. Rejoining her friends, who had done as she expected and waited for her, she suddenly felt her head begin to hurt as high-pitched voices demanded to know what she was doing talking to him.

2002-10-25 22:10:00,
Apres Dine,

It turned out to be a most interesting evening today. I am back in my room now, resting and writing. I chatted with Cho before dinner. I am actually quite surprised she came up to address me in PUBLIC and in front of a flock of Ravenclaws no less. We got to talking and the next thing I knew, the next thing I think we both, knew was that I had invited her to hang out in the Slyth Common Room for a fireside chat instead of going to the Masquerade Ball.

How the Hell did that happen? What possessed her to agree?? I am now convinced I am truely insane. From then on, the evening only got stranger, but in a nice way eventually...

I was in the common room when suddenly I recieved a panic summons from Snape. I was on my feet and running for the exit to Slytherin House before I realized it. Then, it was gone. Shut off. My calls to him went unanswered for the most of an hour, then, I was called to his rooms. I found him in the shower of his rooms, and he found me... irresistable to coin a phrase, and we made good use of the soap and water in there for a fairly long time.

We were both sapped afterward, and with a bit of stealth, I returned here to write, then rest for tomorrow, which shall be a full day. I told Cho I would be at the Three Bromsticks at Noon, I wonder if she will show?

Or course she will...

As Ever.

2002-10-26 11:12:00,
A chat with Pansy,

Her name is Pansy, but she's no flower. I had the distinct displeasure to have Miss Parkinson grace me with her presence just now. She finds me interesting despite being "No Slytherin.", and a Pariah. No loss. I did tell her I was the one to make her pee her knickers in the Great Hall months back and if she didn't stoff bothering me, I would do worse.

I am sure I can expect payback at any time now. Oh well, I have weapons at my disposal she could not even DREAM of. Confident? You bet. Well, I should get going if i am to be in my usual sulking place at the Three Broomsticks to meet Cho should she show up.

I am fairly sure she will. She enjoys this game of chess we play far too well. I think we are a mental challenge for each other, and we both enjoy the cerebral stimulation. Lord knows I don't need sexual stimulation from her. Master keeps me quite sated and weary with his desires. Who would have thought in a million years?

Not me.

As ever.

2002-10-26 12:14:00,
Tea and Cho in Hogsmeade

AN IC RP with Cho Chang and Jack Grim.

Jack sat in the back of the Three Broomsticks, and unlike during previous visits, he had NOT doctored the butterbear to mead. He was behaving himself, and reading through another Advanced Potions book he had just purchased in Hogsmeade. One hand turned the pages, then was leaned upon while the other stroked the Ouroboros around his neck absentmindedly.

Cho laughed at something one of her friends had said before she pushed open the door of the Three Broomsticks, it was a relief that for once in the last few hours they were no longer hounding her about Jack Grim.

And yet, he was the reason she was there in the first place. For a moment she stopped and thought about what they'd say if they knew - of course, everyone always went to the Three Broomsticks when in Hogsmeade; but when they say him sitting here, and she'd go and join him ...

Cho shook her head before being pushed inside by the number of people behind her; maybe he wouldn't even be there?

For a moment she stood on the tips of her toes and looked around. Jack never seemed very obvious in a crowd straight away, but she had to grudgingly admit that once one had spotted him it was difficult to look away. It was so very odd.

The crowd had been coming and going in the tavern all day, and Jack was fortunate to walk in around noon time and find a table at the back. He was still reading when Cho and her friends entered, completely enthralled by the book he was reading. It was an all-consuming obsession with him now. To be the best. To be the best at Potions and equal Snape before.... before when? He paused, and sat up from his reading to consider that for a moment or two. As he did this, he looked casually around the crowed room, and spotted Cho near the door with her group of friends. He let his eyes meet with hers in a moment of acknowledgement, then went back to reading his book. She would either come over, or not. He could wait.

It took Cho a moment to register that Jack was looking at her; he was in her direct field of vision but she hadn't really noticed until his eyes settled on her, if only for a moment.

And then he looked away. That was how he greeted her; not with a charming twist of phrase or an inviting smile, just a look. One that didn't seem to care whether or not she joined him, but seemed to expect that she would anyway.

Cho felt a tug on her heart and a loud, disparaging call to her senses; they didn't want to do the same thing. As if to insist she be sensible, the hand of one of her friends pulled at her as well, they were already sitting down. But with more annoyance than Cho intended, she shrugged out of that grasp and made her way towards Jack.

Jack flickered his gaze to the approaching form, and when he saw that she in fact WAS going to join him, he closed his book, and quickly stood, bowing slightly at her arrival, then moving to pull out a chair for her. "It's good to see you Miss Chang. I hope the crowd in here isn't too much for you, or for some polite conversation," he said with a mischeivous grin.

Polite, Cho echoed the word in her head as she gave Jack a light smile before sitting down.

'It's good to see you too Master Grim.'

Was it really? Now that she was in his presence again she couldn't be entirely sure about that ...

Jack waited for her to sit first, then he retook his seat, grinning wide the entire time, "Please, if would, just Jack will do." he said with a sly grin at her, "I am not the Master or anything or anyone at this point in my life, Cho." he said, getting familiar by using her first name. "I think we are comfortable enough with each other to forgo the formalities of titles...." he said, then flagged over a waitress, "Please bring the lady whatever to eat or drink her heart desires, and another butterbeer for myself." he said with a flourished wave of his hand.

Cho was neither hungry nor thirsty at that point, but requested a glass of water anyway and earned herself a surprised glance from the waitress. She ignored the look and waited for her to go away, it was hard enough trying to speak to him on her own, let alone with an audience.

'Jack,' she said his name slowly, just to know how it would sound. It certainly was less formal, and after he had said her name before she almost wished they were back on those stilted terms; it was much easier for her to follow this out of character experience when she didn't feel like she was dealing with someone she knew.

Noticing his quizzical expression at her having said his name, she attempted to make conversation, 'been waiting long?'

No, of course he hadn't, he wouldn't wait for her. She brushed the thought off and waited for his response.

Jack grinned, and leaned his chin on his knuckles, looking into her eyes fully before answering, "An eternity." he said in a low whisper, only for her ears. His face then split into a a soft smile, "I have waited an eternity for someone to just sit, and talk with me about the most innane of subjects, and now, here you are." he said then reached for his nearly empty butterbeer and drained it down. He set the mug down, and slowly ran his tonque across his upper lip, clearing the sweet foam away. Every move praticed to an art? Oh, you bet.

Cho remained completely still having heard what he had to say, although she really did want to react quite decidedly to his actions. But big movements or outlandish motions were certainly not her style, and she had the feeling that such a response would alter his opinion of her more drastically than she was prepared to have him think.

'If it were an eternity then you would still be waiting,' she said lightly, a Ravenclaw could never resist challenging a remark like that, 'maybe I'm not the one.'

Jack canted his head to the side, and nodded slowly, "Perhaps you are right, and perhaps I am not the one of your dreams either." he countered, then drew his fingertip around in the pool of condensation left by his beverage. "But then, I knew that all along. I am no one's 'One'." he said with the smallest bit of sadness in his voice. "I am tainted goods. Stained with evil, and untrustworthy." he ranted in a quiet voice, then looked up at her for her reaction. "But then, I must have SOME redeeming or amusing qualities if you are here with me." he said with a smile that brightened his face, and mood slightly.

She gave him a questionable look, and let a small smile creep onto her face, just to return his.

'No one's, are you?' she asked idly, gathering up her many thoughts to try and vocalize it as one sentence or question, 'then maybe,' she leaned forward a bit to maintain eye contact, 'I'm just a little ahead of myself, because you object to being Master Grim so much. Mm. It just seems to me like-' she stopped for a moment and thought; what did it seem like to her?

Like he already belongs to something or someone else.

This didn't bother her so much as wondering what that thing was; what could have power over solitary Jack Grim?

'- like there's something you're not giving away,' she finished. At least not to me, she added mentally.

Jack's chin was still leaning on his knuckles as she replied, and as she spoke about, 'Not being anyone's', the Ouroboros slowly constricted, and did so until it was pressing against his jugular veins in a squeezing sensation. A polite reminder of how he DID belong to someone perhaps? Most likely. He was quite sure he didn't show a reaction to the movement of his serpentine coller, and answered her calmly, and with a confident grin, "A smart person never gives everything that is close to their heart away. I daresay that even lovers and spouses always keep something back." he mused, rubbing a finger across his lips thoughtfully, "Don't you think it would be boring to know ALL there is to know about someone? All the mystery would be gone..." he said with a slight pout, then pulled back as the waitress arrived with his butterbeer, and her water.

'Stereo-types might be tremendously unfair sometimes,' Cho said as soon as the waitress had left, 'but there are some things about Ravenclaw that entirely true - I want to know everything. I always do.'

She paused for a moment to sip at her water and noticed the difference in colour between the liquid in her own glass and Jack; hers was crystal clear, and his ... it was that murky butterbeer colour that Cho found quite off-putting, especially considering how it tasted and the sticky-ness of it all.

'You shouldn't drink that stuff,' Cho nodded at his glass, 'I've heard it's has a really vile secret ingredient - a charming rumour, I'm sure. But then, most of them usually are, and those are just the ones that are true.'

Jack looked from Cho, to the glass, then reached into his pocket, and pulled out his wand, with a tap to the top of the glass, and a musttered spell, the murky yello color swirled and became a clear pale yellow color, and he smiled. Jack put his wand away, and lifted the glass to his lips. He looked over the top of it and winked at Cho. "Thanks for the suggestion, Cho," he said taking a long sip, then humming with pleasure. He set the glass down, and slowly pushed it toward her. "Now that you know it's not poisoned, have a sip." he grinned.

Cho closed her mouth when she realised it had fallen open slightly at Jack's last remarks.

She reached her hand forward and took hold of the glass, frowning at it's contents. Share the same glass as Jack Grim? Cho closed her eyes for a moment and resisted the urge to turn around and look at her friends.

'Just because one changes the appearance,' she said, lifting the glass up, 'does not mean it changes on the inside.'

Jack grinned ever so wide at her, and watched her drink, "You have no idea....." he purred with his eyes half lidded. He watched her sample the beverage which was now a delightful mead. "But then, you are like me, more perceptive than most.... And curious enough to walk the edge once in a while." he said in a low sultry tone, but made no motion to move closer to her, he just watched.

The taste of something unfamiliar hit her lips as Cho felt the liquid slide down her throat, she didn't recognise what it was at all. Jack had just said something about perception, she shook her head a little and focused on his face; he appeared a lot more inviting now.

'Walk the edge?' she echoed; she was going to say something else but she was immediately struck by how languid she was beginning to sound, she was even tired.

Jack sat up fully, and held up the palms of his hands for her to see, "I walk the razor edge of my life every day I draw breath, there are no scars here, but inside here...." he said placing a hand over his heart and smiling at her warmly. Then he pointed to the side of his head with his index finger, "But, up here are the greatest, and saddest of memories as well, and you know.... "he said pausing to smile. "I don't think I would change much at all."

The saddest memories inside Cho always managed to drain some of her warmth away whenever she thought of them, her head had started to buzz a little and it prevented her from thinking about it too much. But she could feel it.

'No,' she said quietly, 'one wouldn't do that; it would change who you are - irreversibly so, I'd imagine.'

Cho looked at that hand of his resting on his chest, looking for the scars that weren't visible. It wasn't possible of course, but she imagine.

Jack stared into her eyes for a long moment, then reaching across the table, took the glass from her. "That is enough for the uninitiated, or non-addicted." he said, then lifted the glass to his lips, and drained half of what remained. He set the glass down and looked at her again. "How happy are you with who YOU are Cho?" he inquired, "Me? I am about 70% with who I am at this time...." he mused, then leaned back in his chair, and glanced around, considering ordering some food.

For some reason Cho couldn't stop grinning at Jack; she recognized that she must have looked utterly foolish, but she didn't care.

That's not right, she argued weakly with herself.

'I'm more than 70% happy with who you are,' she laughed softly, ignoring his question and watching what she considered to be a serious look on his face.

Jack quickly looked back over at Cho, his eyebrows raised, and his mouth slightly slack at her comment. "Really?" he said in a higher pitched tone than was normal for him. He placed his hand over his heart again, then tilted his head down slightly to her in a motion of deference, and appreciation. "Why thank you Cho. That warms my scared heart more than you could know." he said, then reaching his other hand out, he took hers delicately, lifted it, and kissed the back of it.

Cho felt the warmth in her cheeks rising again as she let her hand linger in his grasp for a few seconds more than she probably should have.

'Ah, I ah,' she stammered slightly, withdrawing her hand and looking somewhat confused, 'maybe, ah, you shouldn't do that here.'

Jack actually looked like he was blushing at that comment, and nodded, "Perhaps you are right. The Hogwarts Rumor mill is relentless, and unstoppable." he said with a salacious grin, and picked up his mug, and downed the rest of the mead and set the glass aside. "How's your water?" he said with a chuckle and a lift of his chin, indicating it sitting there untouched.

Cho's heart beat increased at the expression on his face. This isn't quite right.

She stood up suddenly, bumping the table slightly as the water from her glass spilled over the edges.

Jack didn't seem ruffled at all, he seemed perfectly at ease. How can I not be?

Placing her hands on the table, partly to steady herself, she leaned down and looked him directly in the eye. For a brief moment she thought she was about to do the most foolish thing she thought imaginable, in front of everyone, all her friends, the other patrons ...

She exhaled with a sigh, letting her breath touch his lips before pulling back, 'I have to go.'

A fifth year, he's a fifth year, you don't even like him, and she repeated her mantra as she hurried out of the Three Broomsticks and far away from Jack Grim.

Jack sat there, allowing himself a shocked expression only after she had gone, "Was it something I said?" he mused quietly, then glanced at the table of Ravenclaws who had been watching him and Cho like blue feathered Hawks all along, and smiled at their angry glares. They collectively rose from their table, and went in quick pursuit of Cho. Jack found this quite amusing, if not puzzling, and after paying his tab, rose slowly from the table, and melted out into the crowds outside of the Tavern.",,flirty

2002-10-26 18:15:00,
Whispers

An IC RP with Snape and Jack Grim.

Snape stood on his own, leaned back against a wall and felt damp, chill invade, and spread through the fabric and his spine. The package he was carrying felt heavy on his chest, tugging at his robes around his shoulders, and oulling him down. He wondered for a moment what he would be interrupting, but then decided he didn't care that much. If it was important it could go take a running jump. I think we'll be getting a visitor soon, he sent, and waited for a response.

He had no real friends, so studying and reading kept him occupied during his 'idle' time. He was sitting by the fire, enjoying the warmth and quiet of his corner of the Common room when the call came. Jack paused in his reading, and sighed, closing his eyes, and replied, Him? He comes for me, you, or both?"

Both. He was shaking, now that Riddle had gone, physical shock and andrenaline let down combining with the cold. Staying here wasn't safe, but he would a moment longer. Going out into Knocturn Alley looking anything less than a hundred percent wasn't too wise either.

Jack's eyes shot open wider and he felt a cold chill run down his spine. Something burned at the back of his eyes, but he wouldn't let it come. He means to kill me, in front of you... he replied with a deep sense of dread, I know it.... he added. Where are you? Shall I come to you? he inquired, fully closing his book now, setting it aside.

No! Don't! I'm in London, and it isn't safe, Snape mentally snapped. Besides, it wasn't as if students could go gallivanting across the country. Sure, they could be kidnapped, almost killed (or even succesfully) in the castle, or its grounds, but even their shopping was restricted. He wanted to say that wasn't the reason, that it wouldn't happen, but he couldn't bring himself to, and so tried dismissing it.

Jack felt the shock of the loud, mental refusal, and it hurt, for just a second until he realized the source of the fire behind the command. He was cherished, at last, long last again by another. He was not to be lost or taken by force again. Jack smiled, and nodded, Yes Master. I am in the Common Room, studying. I will remain here until you send for me. Shall I eat in my Dorm? he asked.

I won't be back anytime soon, there are more matters for me to attend to, he replied by means of an answer. Yes, a lot. He didn't know what, if any, to tell Albus. He stood up from the wall, brushed himself down, and tossed his head until it was held at an imperious, cocky angle. I may be awhile.

NO!!!! came the silent plaintive wail in reply, Take me with you, I can help! I can do more than you think! I'm not a.... child! he called out, and simultaneously stood up from the table he sat at, and drove a frustrated fist into the stone of the nearest wall. *Crack!* Fractured bone, shredded skin. Blood.

DON'T DO THAT! Snape yelled as pain and frustration welled about him, just as he was entering the Alley proper. For chrissakes you fool, if you do that again you're going to get me killed! His foul expression deepened, and he snarled at a hag who tried to sell him something from a small carpet bag, and pick his pocket at the same time. I'm only going to fucking buy things you idiot!

Jack crumpled to the ground with the force of the mental shout he received back. He began to sob, caring not who saw or heard. I'm sorry Master, I'm sorry..... I'm sorry ... came the defeated mantra until it died out, but the sobs continued. He leaned his head against the stone of the wall and wrapped his arms around himself, it was unsuccessful as comfort.

Going to be the death of me, literally, he hissed mentally, but a little abashed, and confused by the extremes. As long as you don't do it again no doubt I'll live to see another tomorrow. Which was about as much comfort as he could give. He passed a small group of dwarves, eyes following them a moment longer, heading back into Diagon.

Yes Master.... I will be good.... I will do anything.... you ask. Came the soft, sullen reply. Submission. Obedience. Acceptence. I will be as good as any Headboy in your absence. I will make you proud... of your pet. he pledged, then slumped onto his side, feeling the coolness of the stone on his hot cheek. He shivered.

Hell but he didn't half have a terrible sense of timing. See to it. Diagon, now, and a lighter, busier atmosphere. And one Snape didn't really prefer. Given half a chance he would be in his Dungeons... ah, given half a chance he wouldn't be the only one. He resolved to hurry about the shops, even more efficiently than usual. Then he'd return, and Albus could damn well wait.

A compliant reply was sent, and after several long moments, with the pattern of the stone pressed into the left side of his face, he rose shakily, and returned to his seat at the table. He looked around the room with red, and blurry eyes, but saw no one. Fortuneate for them. He folded his arms on the table, and rested his forehead on them. The blinding headache pounding behind his eyes was second only to the pain in his damaged hand. Later, he would see to that later.

2002-10-27 11:02:00,
Sunday Morning,

Yesterday, was another of those confusing days.

I met with Cho, we talked, then somehow, I spooked her off. I am not sure at all what caused that. I have her a sip of mead, but surely that wasn't enough to unbalance the girl. She is like a gyroscope she is so grounded. What the hell did I do, or say to cause her to suddenly bolt from the Tavern?

I would love to ask her. Apologise. But I won't. Not immediatly, and perhaps not in person. There is an odd dynamic at work between us. I can feel it.

After her abrupt disappearance, I walked through the countryside around Hogsmeade just, remembering things. I love the smell of fall. Burning leaves, the cold snap in the air. Roasting meats.

It was a nice way to relax, and to ponder things past and present without other input.

Other input however, came later. Master contacted me, and informed me we would be having a "Visitor" soon. I knew who he meant, and I panicked. Perhaps this was because he told me "over the airwaves" and not in person, or perhaps it was because I fear so greatly for both our lives, and the pain that will sure come of this, I lost it. Completely and utterly.

I melted down like a litle girl and telegraphed this to him fully. A fierce repercussion was sent back to me, and left me stunned and more afraid than the news that had started it all.

I don't expect to hear from him today, as much as I would like to. As much as I would like to... I don't know, make amens? If he will allow me to do such.

As ever

2002-10-27 15:27:00,
Punishement Due

An IC RP with Snape and Grim.

Late Sunday night, and Jack sat near the fire of the Slytherin Common room, reading. He did a lot of that lately, and while he read, he waited. He knew Snape was back in the Castle, he had been at a meeting with Dumbledore and the rest regarding the Masquerade ball earlier in the evening. No calls had come to him since his return from London, and Jack was nearly at the end of his patience.

Snape's Sunday was almost over, which meant tomorrow would be Monday. As ever. Which meant classes again. It wasn't too hard to guess he was in a bad mood, even more so than he usually was on Sundays. Sitting in his chair by the low fire, he let his mind wander out, with a low, irritated growl. I want you here five minutes ago already Grim.

Jack startled from his staring into the fire when the summons came, and even though he was hoping for it, aching for it, it still was a shock when they came. Yes, Master, coming now. he replied, then dashed up to his room to deposit books, and give his bed a quick rumple and even positions pillows under the covers to look like a sleeping form before quickly and stealthily making his was to Snape's rooms. He crossed the classroom quickly, nowing the wards now were set to snare all but him most times now. He paused outside of the door, then knocked once, and entered without hesitation.

The light was low, and Snape had charmed the flames to give off only a slight illumination, more red than anything else, to aid night-vision. The heat had been dimmed, too, in fact the flames sucked in the heat from the room to keep burning, merely dancing above the coals. The chair was turned with its back to the door, which it rarely if ever was. Snape liked to be able to see the entrance and exit. He didn't bother moving, saying aloud, "Late. And I don't remember saying you could come in."

Jack bolted the door shut. He had been going for quiet easing of the bolt, but upon hearing the admonition right of the bat, he slammed it into place then rushed to come around and stand before Snape as he sat in his chair. Realizing he was higher than the one that owned him, he quickly dropped to his knees, head and eyes lowered. He focused on the overly polished shoes peering out from under black robes. "I am sorry, Master. I am not sure how to manage travelling back in time without aid." he said softly.

"Insolent whelp!" Snape barked, and back-handed Jack roughly across one cheek. His dark eyes were narrowed, and brooked no appeal, a low growl starting deep in his throat in between speaking. His feet were placed a little apart, and he let his hands meet in his lap. "I am severly disappointed, Grim."

Jack was not expecting that as a reply and gave a short sharp cry of pain as he was struck and knocked sideways. He caught himself just before going folly down to the floor with his arm, and he looked over at Snape as he brought a hand up touch gingerly his stinging cheek. "I... I am sorry Master..." he said in a low tone. He watched those hands for more signs of violence, but knew he could hurt him worse without lifting a finger. "Tell me please how I can make amens to you...." he added as he slowly righted himself back to a kneeling position.

"As you insist on behaving like a little child, I can only think of one way to deal with you," Snape admitted, and rose without warning, not bothering to avoid kicking Jack a little, and grabbing him brusquely by the collar. He strode to the door, tugging the student behind him with no care as to how difficult he made it for him to follow.

Jack managed to keep silent this time, when he was grabbed by the scruff like a dog that had soiled the den carpet and dreagged into the rooms beyond. He opened his mouth to apologise again, but thought better of it. He knew his transgressions, nor Snape's ire would be cured with simple words. He did his best to not trip as he was dragged, walking backwards, to Snape's Office.

Left-handed, Snape flipped up the deadlock and slid it open, before opening the door to the office. There he stopped, and unceremoniously dropped him on the floor, before turning and walking out and into the clasroom to collect something, leaving Jack alone a minute.

Jack heart was beating so fast, he was sure he could hear it. He watched Snape depart, and his mind spun as he tried to surmise what he had done to warrent such treatment. He hadn't gotten into trouble, he hadn't missed assignments. What?! he thought to himself, for the moment, forgetting the telepathic conduits of the Ouroboros. He wasn't sure if he should continue to sit there in a heap, or assume some other position. While he was pondering however, Snape returned.

Snape's right arm was held straight, and slightly behind him when he re-entered. He wasted no time in crossing back to stand behind Jack, and this time dug his fingers under the silver necklace to yank him to his feet, and drag him over to the desk. You do not speak unless spoken to.

Jack made a choked yelp as he was grabbed and dragged to the desk. A twinge of tense fear coursed through him at the nightmarish memories associated with that particular piece of furniture. He had enjoyed what had come after that, but he was quicky realizing that perhaps, Master's Desk would always be a place of pain, punishment, and humiliation. He heard the command he was given, and didn't even chance a silent reply. He allowed himself to be guided into whatever position was required of him.

The things ont he desk were not those which Snape thought would break, or would care if they did. Quills, inkwells, papers, a few seals, his journal and a small block of wax scattered here and there on the old surface. Roughly, Snape pushed Jack's face against the wood, spread over the top so his legs were jammed up against the rather sharp edge. He found his wand with his hand, and ordered a green tendril to snake about Jack, hovering just above him, and slithering under the desk itself. The green thread crackled a little, and singed the hairs that brushed against it.

Jack grunted as he was shoved belly down on to the desk, and watched with wide-eyed fear as the wicked green tendrils wove around him and the desk. He flinched at the burning sensation it caused whenever it touched him, an he felt the Ouroboros tighten possesively around his neck. He closed his eyes, and fought to control the feeling of panic that was rising up inside of him. It will hurt, he won't kill, he won't kill, he won't kill. he told himself over and over again, praying he was right.

Killing is too easy, Snape hissed, And too good for you. Though you might wish otherwise... A flick of the wrist, and the cane that had been slid up his sleeve slid down, and he caught it just before the end slid past his palm, twirling it once to make it swish the air.

Depair feel over jack like a smothering blanket, and he nodded slowly, he would not talk, and even though he vowed to remain still, impassive. He tensed when he heard the sound of something break through the air, and cause a soft wake of sound. His heart was pounding double time, and again, he clamped his eyes shut, waiting.

Snape was a little pleased with the silence this engendered, and flexed the wood between both hands, before he cast a charm which had Jack's pants pooling at his feet, and put his fingers through the green bands, seemingly impervious to them, and flipping the robes up to cover his head, giving no time for accustomisation before he brought the cane down hard on Jack's bare backside.

The cane brought with the sudden darkness a sharp sting of pain, and Jack cried out with the strike, then bit down on his lower lip. He would not do that again, it was the surprise that had caused him to make a sound, not the pain. So he tried to convince himself. He blinked in the darkness his cloak afforded him over his head, and was grateful for it. It would be better this way.

Snape growled, "If you insist on being so noisy I will be forced to silence you one way or another." He brought it down again, this time harder, and grunted at the lack of audible noise. "Better. Now, can you tell me what you did wrong?"

Jack's front teeth sunk deeper into his lip with the second strike, but he remained quiet. His mind was spinning from the sharp sting of the cane, then came the question. He had no bloody clue what he had done wrong. This would bring more pain, that was a sure bet. "I displeased you when I bothered you with a call, Master." he offered in a quick rush of words.

Thwack. Again, harder. Snape neither confirmed nor denied the verity of that statement, letting the cane speak for itself. "Is that all?" he growled, baring his lips; he was not calming down at all, quite the opposite.

Jack's body rocked with the force of the blow, and the numbing power of the endorphins in his blood did nothing to aid him now. He was panting, and his back and face were damp with stress sweat. "I... I ... acted like a child, when you told me you were going away." he spat out quickly, suddenly recalling that lapse of composure. Was that the transgression? "I acted unbefitting of your.... ownership." he said, his voice disolving into a soft sob.

"Yes," Snape hissed, but having it spoken aloud didn't really help either. He was annoyed, and when he was annoyed it was rare he was easily appeased. So hard this time he thought the cane would snap, for the noise it made. "Yes you did, you acted like a child, irrationally, with no thought." He struck again. "You could have KILLED me."

Jack could not hold back a sharp cry of pain as this latest strike hit home. He gasped, and had to force air into his longs to continue breathing. He nodded under the cover of his cloak, remembering somehow not to speak unless questioned. He shivered uncontrollaby now with the endorphins flooding his blood and brain. Shock was quickly approaching from several sources.

Snape's shoulders were shaking now, and his voice was starting to give at the edges, sounding slightly hysterical. He hit him once more, before he grabbed the Ouroboros through the cloak over Jack's head, pulling him through the magical tendrils which crackled and disappeared when he was pulled free. He flung Jack from the desk onto the cold floor. "Get out of my sight," he ordered, and stormed into his rooms.

Jack made another cry of pain and surprise at the strike of the cane, then it segued into a strangled sound as he was pulled up by the Ouroboros, and through the magickal bonds. Where each one touched him, a burning, stinking sensation followed like a dozen viperous bites. He was so dazed by everything that even hitting the cold unforgiving surface of the office floor did little to return lucidity right away. He heard the hateful command barked at him and then the slam of the door to punctuate it.

Dismissed. Thrown aside. Unwanted. He slumped to the floor, and disolved into muffled sobs, using his arms and cloak to deaden the sounds.

Door shut, bolted. Next door opened, locked. Bolted. Warded. Snape snarled wordlessly at his bed but resisted the urge to kick it, knowing who would come out best in any fight like that. It would be rather one-sided. Instead, he paced, before he thought Jack was gone, and then went to haunt the corridors instead.

He wasn't sure how long he had laid there. His body had cramped up, and he had cried until there were no tears left. The knot in is gut was taut enough to make him nauseous, and finally realizing he would not want to be found here, by anyone, he slowly rose, hitched his trousers carefully back up over his welted hide, and limped back to his dorm. His backside was on fire, and he knew he would be severely bruised come tomorrow. There would be no public bathing or sitting for some time. His dorm was blissfully devoid of activity at this time the afternoon, so he was unobserved as he slipped into the dark safety of his bed, and stretched out on his belly. He buried his face into his pillow, and fought the urge to be violently ill.",,rejected

2002-10-27 19:02:00,
Beaten down

He beat me. There is nothing else to say about it. Like a dog. Like the cowardly, shifty, and loose moraled dog I am, he beat me. There was no sensual tone to this, this was not rough foreplay, this was punishment, and humiliation of the first degree.

Then the threw me out of his presence. Get out of my sight. was his command and I have obeyed that one with succinct skill.

I did not leave my room for supper tonight. I will not be in his sight again until he calls, if he ever calls for me again. I am certain he will, but as is patently clear to me now, it will be on his terms. It will always be on his terms. I surrendered control of myself and my happiness in this warped relationship the first time he placed his hand on my jaw, and I sought to orally please him without being asked.

Toy. Slut. Whore. The last was an epithet of Remus', but Snape thinks it of me. How on earth did I get to be anyones Best Friend, Best Man, Godfather, Most Trusted.

I deserve none of those latter titles. I think I shall make wine from water, and drink until I pass out. I can't afford to think on this all night, and the pain is making me ill.

I couldn't have eaten had I wanted to.

2002-10-28 07:32:00,
OWL Post to Remus Lupin,

Thank you for writing Remus. I appreciate you keeping me informed about Harry and his status.

I of course cannot say where I am exactly, in case this owl is captured, but I am close enough. It's not that I don't trust you old friend, but frankly, I only trust one man with knowing exactly where I am at any time.

So you are pranking Snape, eh? I would advise against it. His temper has gottenworse over the years, don't push him too far.

I will take your advice and contact Harry. I will think on the best method, place and time. Thank you for the input on this.

Sirius

2002-10-28 07:41:00,
House Elf Note To Cho Chang,

My deepest and most sincere apologies to you Cho, for my making you so uncomfortable and unwilling to be in my presence any longer on Saturday.

Via another source, I have paid for these sins and more. I will not ask you for forgiveness.

Be well, and be not obligated to our prior commitments.

Jack Grim

2002-10-28 17:50:00,
Monday, monday....

Well, it is the end of the day, and I am still alive, for the most part. I sent owl post to those I needed to, and even managed to sit semi-comfortably, and eat breakfast. I was famished, not surprising considering I skipped dinner last night and merely drank myself into a deep sleep.

No word, verbal or silent from Snape today. I can tell I have royally pissed him off. I hope his anger wanes as time passes, but if his anger is like the grudges he holds. He will be pissed with me into the afterlife.

I looked about for Cho, but did not spot her. I can't imagine what spooked the girl. I truly regret whatever it was I did that caused her to bolt. Hopefully the note will help. I honestly don't know what this means for the plans we made for Halloween, and the Yule Ball. I can't say I am hopeful.

DADA will be interesting this week, Remus is now teaching it. I think I shall retreat to the back of the class and keep my head down. The less said, or communicated to him, the better.

What else? Nothing but suspicious looks from Malfoy, winks from Blaise, and sneers from Pansy. My life is a bowl of cherries.

As ever.

2002-10-28 19:21:00,
OWL Post to Remus Lupin

Remus, Thank you for getting in touch so fast, I shall do my best to answer your question in the short time I currently have.

How do I know of Severus's Temper? Let's just say that since the close of last term, Albus has had us working in close concert with each other again the Darker Forces around and inside the Castle. I ask you to be wary, there is rumored to be Death Eaters among the students now. Slytherin Jack Grim was reported taken by a trio of them a couple of weeks ago. Albus keeps me informed of such, and I pass this along to you in case he hasn't.

Secondly, I am touched you would even want to see me, considering. I don't pretend to know the pain I caused you, nor am I presumptuous enough to ask for forgiveness.

In any case, I must for now, politely decline. Beacause of the work that I do, and the danger I bring to all whom I hold dear, I cannot come to see you in my normal form. The other, while more sly would not be a satisfactory way to meet for us either.

I see the moon waxes soon to full, and I wish you the best during your trials. I am sure you will come through it just fine, and once on the other side, reconsider truly, how much you really want to see me when not under the lunar spell.

Sincerely, your friend,

Sirius

2002-10-29 16:32:00,
Licking the wounds....

AN IC RP with Remus Lupin and Jack Grim.

Jack had left all of his belongings in his dorm after the last class of the day, and thanks to a well placed and executed Dung Bomb set off near Madame Pomfrey's office, he was able to slip in during the ensuing confusion and secure a jar of salve, and slip back out again. It was no easy task to locate a solitary place where he could apply it, he had at last decided on hiking down to the shore of the lake, to the "Love Grotto", surely no one would be out for a snog this time of day, in this frigid weather. In fact, he was counting on it.

Unbeknownst to Grim, however, there was someone out and about near the student's favorite make out spot. Remus Lupin had been out hiking around the rocky shores of the lakes. He had needed the fresh air in his lungs as on occasion, the musty old castle made him feel as though he as suffocating.

The brisk wind on his cheeks was like a blessing to Lupin. He was minding his own business, walking along a secluded path and picking under rocks with his walking stick. Hidden by large boulders and thick trees, he could not be seen by anybody at the grotto

Jack sat down on a patch of dead, but dry grass, and set the jar of salve on a nearby rock. Next he undid his cloak and draped it over his lap. The tie was loosed next, then pulled off and followed by his shirt. He shivered as he sat there in the bright, but cold sunlit area. The marks on his back had turned garish shades of black, purple and green, depending on the deepness of the lashes and welts left by the belt Snape had used on him.

He then opened the jar, and dug out a handful of the milky white colored cream, and turning around as best he could, carefully spread it over his shoulder blades first. He winced at the first, cold brush of it across his marked hide, then panting through the stinging, he slowly worked the salve into the marks.

At the noise of someone approaching, Lupin glanced up. He furrowed his thick eyebrows in concentration as he spotted the young boy approach through the trees, and then seat himself on the grass and undress. Lupin thought that it was rather odd for him to be out there undressing. He wondered if perhaps Jack was planning to go for a swim. Although as to why was beyond him, as it was very cold.

Lupin's curiosity was quick to turn into shock and horror as he saw Jack's naked back. What on earth had happened to the boy? The bruises and gashes on Jack caused the hair on the back of Lupin's neck to stand on end. Who could've done that to him?

Lupin knew that he couldn't step back. As a teacher, it was his duty to make sure that his students were safe. And so, Lupin quickly moved from the path and went briskly to stand behind the boy. "Mr. Grim. What happened to you?"

Jack was NOT expecting to have anyone find him, and the worst, well possibly second to worst person to see him in such a state just snuck up on him and scared five years off of his life. This was evident by the scream Jack let out at the sound of anothe voice, and turned around, landing on hands and knees, gaping up at Lupin. "Re.... Lupin! Professor Lupin!" he finally managed to choke out, at last getting the proper title out for them, such as they were now, Student and Teacher. "What are you doing here?" he asked, still in shock, and trembling now from more than just the cold.

Lupin was staring down at the boy with his wide gold eyes, looking almost as horrified. "I was out for a walk" Lupin then squatted low, attempting to get a better look at Jack's wounds. "What on earth are you doing out here? What happened to you?" There was a deep look of genuine concern on the teacher's kind face. He had extended a hand to Jack's shoulder, making him turn around slightly as to examine the boy's back. "Why...it almost looks as though...."

Jack froze, at Lupin's soft touch on his shoulder, he moaned, for a number of reasons. He dropped his head down, letting his longish hair curtain his face from view. "You .... can't tell...." he said softly, voice tense, and cracking. "I am fine...." he said as an addendum.

Lupin said nothing at first to Jack, his eyes traveling over each lash mark, All the way to his lower back, where he could just make out fresher, more open wounds there that were looking, red, raw and even slightly infected. Lupin's eyes were now burning with anger. Whoever had done this to the boy was truly sick. "Who did this, Jack? Who has been beating you?"

Jack kept his head lowered, shaking it slowly from side to side, then a moment later, he sat up straight, with a wince, resting back on his calves, and reached for his shirt. He did not look at Lupin as he started to put it back on. "It is nothing, Sir...." he said quietly. The title sounding even more ridiculous to him addressing "Moony" and "Loony Lupin" that way. "I am fine." he insisted.

"Don't lie to me, Jack." Lupin warned the boy."You're not fine. You need to get those looked at, and I want to know who did this to you." He paused only a moment, gently taking Jack's shoulders in his hands, keeping him from dressing. "Look at me, Jack" Lupin was staring into Jack's face with his penetrating eyes. "Was it a student who did this, Jack? Or was it a teacher..?"

Jack met Lupin's gaze reluctantly for only a second before looking down. He could NOT look into those heavenly golden eyes and lie, again. "It was.... It was neither...." he said slowly. "It was a Death Eater..... Sir." he said. It wasn't a complete lie, right? Snape was a former Death Eater. Nothing, not even torture would get him to name the man who had marked him. He would not betray Snape.

"That is a lie," Lupin said imediately. "I've seen enough cuts and bruises to know that those marks are too fresh to be from when you were attacked, Jack. Madam Pomfrey would have cleaned those wounds out but good. These are inflamed, and it's obvious that you're hiding them from her. Otherwise you wouldn't be out here trying to treat them." He then gestured to the open jar of salve on the grass. "I am your teacher, Jack. I have a duty to protect you from anyone who has been hurting you. You have to tell me the truth."

"Death Eaters, in the school," he choked out, his voice strained from the tension in his throat, and the Ouroboros had yet to tighten on him. He then looked up at Lupin, eyes wet, and pleading. "Please, Sir....." he said as his breathing quickened. "Forget this. I am fine. I will get them looked at, I promise..." he said, pleading with his peer, his former lover, though that was a lifetime away, and Lupin had no idea to whom he spoke, or the folly that had caused the damage. He looked away again, "I will report it to Snape, he is my head of house...." he said with a firm tone to his voice, hoping that would suffice Remus' damn noble sense.

Lupin frowned deeply at the boy. "You will inform Snape...but I have no choice but to tell Professor Dumbledore about this." He sighed, giving Jack's wounds another look and wincing slightly."And if you do not go to Pomfrey, then at least allow me to clean those up a bit. They look awful."

Jack's eyes quickly turned to lock with Lupin's. "NO!" he bellowed, angry, panicked. "You cannot tell Dumbledore. I will inform Snape..." he said, then inwardly winced at the surmised reaction this would bring from his already raging Master. "But you can't tell Professor Dumbledore.. Please...." he said pleading with Lupin, looking at him with soft and sad eyes. "I will let you treat me, if you give me your word. I know you are a man of that.... I have heard such...." he said as he breathed quickly through his nose, waiting for Remus' reply.

Remus stared deep into the boy's eyes, startled by his terrified reaction at the idea of Dumbledore noting. It caused red flags to wave all over in front of Lupin's face. He could tell, just by the terror on Jack's face that it was more than just student Death Eaters. There was a real danger and threat to Jack's life. But Lupin gave into the boy, against his better judgements. "So be it. But I warn you, if I ever find out who did this to you, they will regret it. And if it's a teacher that's done this to you, I will personally wring their neck." He stared for a time, biting his lip a moment before he allowed a sigh to escape him. "Come along then, Jack. Put on your shirt and I'll take you to my office. We can clean your wounds in there."

Jack breathed a sigh of relief, and nodded at Remus. "Thank you, Professor..." he said quietly, feeling only partially relieved, this was only going to get much worse before it got any better for him, for Snape. He slowly stood up, and after getting his shirt back from Lupin and delicately putting it back on, then collecting his tie and cloak. He watched Remus as he took the jar of salve and watched him closely. He gave Professor Lupin his bravest smile then, "Ready Sir." he said, then lowered his gaze, he could not bear to look him in the eyes.

Lupin rose then, the heels of his boots scratching slightly against the pebbles on the ground. "Come along then, Jack" he murmured, ever so gently placing his hand over the boy's shoulder, and leading him away from the lake and back up towards the castle. "What could a boy like you have ever done to warrant such a beating?" Lupin then pondered aloud, his eyes now gazing fretfully up at the castle.

Jack chose not to answer that, he had said quite enough, too much already. He shrugged instead, and just kept pace with Lupin, heading back towards the castle. His gut was again in a knot, and his mind was spinning. Snape. Oh God. He would come completely unhinged at word of this, from LUPIN of all people! For a fleeting moment, he considered casting a Memory Charm on him. He hadn't done that when he had been caught cheating on him, could he do it now? The motives were just as foul. Hiding his carnal indescretions...

Eventually, the two returned tot he castle, and made their way through its stone hallways and passages to Lupin's office. It was very warm and friendly inside of the office, quite similar, in fact to Lupin's own nature. Remus was still feeling disgusted over the fact that someone would so brutally beat Jack as though he were an animal. "Well now..." Lupin murmured as he ushered Jack into his office and closed the door, locking it so that they would not be disturbed. "Let's get those welts cleaned then. Would you remove your clothes please?"

Jack hung near the door to Lupin's office door, and nervously took in a shuddering breath as Remus requested he disrobe. He knew refusing and arguing would only void their agreement, and he did NOT want Albus brought into this at any cost. "Yes, Sir." he said as he removed his cloak, and draped in on the back of a worn and wobbly chair. He paused as he pulled on his tie. The Ouroboros. Lupin would see it much clearer now, and how would it react to him? Jack swallowed, but found his throat wouldn't cooperate at that moment, his tongue gluing itself to the roof of his mouth and preventing speech.

Lupin did not watch as the boy disrobed, thinking it to be rude. And so he turned his back to Jack and began to dig through the musty old cabinets against the stone walls, looking for bandages and other things to dress the wounds with.

Jack was more nervous about undressing now, before this man than he had ever been before anyone. He stripped down to his underwear, and wrapping his arms around himself against the slight chill and nerves he was feeling, turned to face Remus. "I... I am ready Professor." he said in a soft voice, eyes looking down at the floor now.

Lupin had just been pouring water into a large glass bowl when Jack spoke. "Fine," he murmured, before gesturing to a small sofa in the corner. It had no arms, and it was mostlikely where Lupin took his naps during the nastier days of his lunar cycle. "Please lay down on your stomach there." Lupin then turned, watching the boy with his deep golden hues. There was no visible emotion in his eyes, his expression very difficult to read.

Jack nodded, and wrinkling his nose at the musty couch, he carefully stretched out on it, praying that now would not be the time Snape would send a summons for him. Sorry Master, can't come, Remus Lupin has me buck naked on his couch at the moment.... he thought quickly to himself, then shuddered. He folded his arms in front of him, and rested his forehead on them as a pillow. His nose tingled at the moldy smell of the couch, then another scent filled his senses. Remus....

It was at that moment, that Remus had seated himself on the edge of the sofa. He said nothing to Jack as he set the bowl of water down and dipped a clean wash cloth into it and wrung out the excess liquid. Jack could hear a faint sigh escape Remus' lips. The spicy, musky scent in Jack's nostrils, and the sound of Remus' sweet breath only served to bring back a flood of memories to Jack's mind. "I'll be careful. This is going to sting a bit." Remus warned in a very kind and gentle tone, before he began to dab at Jack's back witht he wet wash cloth, occasionally pausing as to dip the cloth in water and wring it out gain.

Jack flinched at the first touch, no matter how soft it was, and he held his breath as Remus worked on him. "It's alright.... Professor." he said in a tense voice. "It doesn't really hurt." he said, hoping to ease Remus' mind. He turned his head to the side, resting in on his arms again, facing the back of the couch. He could not look at Remus.

Remus continued to clean the boy's wounds, finding nothing to say in reply to the boy. Jack's scent was beginning to bother Lupin again though, and he could not help but think back on a conversation he had had with Harry a few nights ago. "What do the death eaters want with you, Jack?" He finally managed to say, working his way slowly down Jack's back. The cleaning was causing the lash marks to sting and burn.

Jack was letting himself be lulled into a relaxed state even though there was pain coursing over his back in fresh waves. When Remus mentioned the Death Eaters, he couldn't help but roll over and look at him, shocked. "Why.... how the Hell should I know?" he stammered. He blinked, then looked away again. "Maybe it's because I am an orphan, maybe because I have a temper.... I don't bloody know...." he grumbled, then put his head back down on his arms.

Lupin could find nothing to say in return to the boy's answer, and so he did not answer. Rather, he continued to clean the wounds in silence. "Please excuse me, Jack, but I'm going to have to tug down your underwear a bit. But don't be nervous, it's nothing I haven't seen before." He bit his lower lip then, and slowly began peel away Jack's underwear, exposing the fresh cane marks on his white buttocks. "How could anyone be so cruel...?" Lupin muttered, more to himself than to Jack, as he began to dab at the welts as gently as he could.

Jack opened his mouth to protest him doing that, but Lupin was too fast for him, and before he got a sound out, he hand been fully disrobed. He felt a lump swell in his throat, and he only managed a soft choked sound. He didn't seek to answer Lupin's question. There was no lie he could tell, and he would not surrender the name of the perpetrator despite his disappointment with Snape. He still did not understand what he had done to warrant this sort of treatment by him.

Lupin finally set the now somewhat soiled wash cloth into the bowl, and set them both aside. He then took the jaw of salve that Jack had taken from the hospital wing and opened it, dipping his fingers inside and scooping out its contents. It was then, that Lupin's fingers touched the boys bare flesh. His hands were strong and warm as they had always been, and they slowly massaged the salve into the mash marks on Jack's back. Everything about Lupin's actions were tender. They were almost loving in a way.

Jack's eyes were already closed, and he sighed when Lupin stopped washing his wounds, and allowed him a moment to rest. When he began to rub the salve into the lash marks, he tensed at the fell of Remus' fingers on him, the first time in.... ages. He held his breath, but as Lupin continued to ease the medicinal potion into his skin, he relaxed, and let a content sigh slip from behind his lips. "Mmmmmmm....." he breathed. "That feels... so much better..." he commented lazily. He was being lulled into a drowsy state by the effects of the attention and the healing properties of the salve.

Remus smiled ever so slightly down at the boy as he relaxed. "I'm glad," he whispered as he slowly began to work his way Jack's back, kneading the boy's flesh with his large hands. He leaned in closer, as to better administer the salve. Remus was so close to Jack now. And it was almost like old times, back when Remus would kneel over him and massage his shoulders and back, pausing only to kiss and suckle upon his flesh. The nights when the two had made love were magical, and truly wonderful times. It was a shame that Lupin only thought of the boy as a student now. He had no idea that he was so close to his former lover.

Jack felt as if he were back in Hogwarts, the first time. Laying with Remus, trading massages after, and before making love all during the night. He let his mind wander, and he sighed contentedly again. "That feels..... sssssso wonderful...." he slurred sleepily as he became more and more relaxed under Remus' skilled touch. "Ssssssso nice..." he sighed. He was dully aware of the hardness building beneath him, against his belly.

Eventually, Remus had begin to slather the cool, soothing salve over Jack's bottom. Remus couldn't help but blush ever so slightly as he massaged the wounds on Jack's firm flesh. Why was he starting to feel so aroused at the idea of touching Jack, and at the sound of his sighs and moans? Remus continued with his ministrations, trying as hard as he could to stay clinical about things, and to not let his mind wander through the gutter. Although the more he tried, the more he was reminded of the way Sirius would moan at his touches.

Jack opened his eyes lazily as Remus' soft hands kneaded the salve into the sore flesh of his rump. The pain was fresher there when he touches the welts, but still... the pain and the touches blended together to make a delicious form of bittersweet foreplay. He was unaware that he was slowly rocking his body back and forth on the couch, in countertime to Remus' massage, rubbing his stiffness against the cushions of the couch.

Remus seemed unaware of Jack as he rocked back and forth. He was lost in memories of the past for a time, and as he began the second application of the salve over Jack's back, he could not help but bit feel his blood rising to the surface of his skin, and his chest tighten with a certain mount of yearning. Why on earth did he want to take Jack in his arms and hold him? Remus tried as hard as he could to push those improper thoughts from his mind. He couldn't think such things about a student.

Jack relaxed his motions, and sighed when Remus stopped the motions on his backside, and returned to his back. It was a fortunous thing he did, much more of that and he would have lost himself and released in his drawers. He let out a long, shuddering breath, and could feel the dampness covering his shoulders, and center of his back along his spine. "Thank you Professor...." he muttered sleepily, then felt the soothing properties of the salve take away the pain on this second round of application.

Remus smoothed a second application over his rump after a few moments. This time though, he did it quickly as he did not want to take a chance loosing his self control. That wolfish part of him was whispering sinful things in his ear. Take the boy, it told him. Kiss him and make love to him. Lupin refused to do so though, quickly removing his hands, and picking up the bandages. "Can you sit up, a little Jack?" he finally asked.

Jack startled from the near slumber he had fallen into, and blinked several times, the cleared his throat. "S-sit up, Sir?" he asked in a voice tensed and high pitched sounding. It was then, and only then he realized the raging hardon he was sporting now; something he would NOT be able in his tighty whities should he sit up right then. "Oh... do I have to Professor he teased in a soft voice, edged with sleepiness. Meanwhile he tried to think of the most morbid of thoughts to quell his arousal

Lupin chuckled softly down at Jack. The flush on his usually white cheeks was aparent. "I need to bandage you. You only need to sit up a little. Lupin then held out his hands. "You needn't be embarrassed."

Jack gulped, and nodding quickly, he sat up by pressing himself up on his palms, then quickly turned his back to Lupin. He winced as the wounds on his back and rump complained at the sudden, twisting motion, but he bit down on his lip to keep from crying out. "How's...... that?" He managed to squeak out.

Lupin nodded, not noticing Jack's bulging member. "That's fine." It was then, that Remus leaned in close to the boy, and wrapped both arms around him. And for one brief, blissful moment, it seemed as though Lupin was going to do the unthinkable and embrace the boy in his arms, until Jack saw that he was only wrapping bandages around Jack's torso. He did this quickly, though as gently as he could. Making the bandages snug as he worked his way down to his lower back. "You'll need to sit up a little more, Jack." Lupin said, tearing another strip of clean linen with his teeth.

Jack froze, and held his breath as Remus appeared to embrace him, and only when he finished wrapping the bandage around his middle and pull back did he let out his breath. "S-sure Professor." he said shyly, and sat fully up straight as directed. He kept his back turned to Remus as best he could, and tried to relax. Everything.

Remus then made to wrap the bandages around Jack's hips slowly making his way down as to wrap the bangages around the boy's buttocks. His hands were dangerously close to touching Jack's penis every time Remus' hands wound around him.

Jack watched as Remus' hands moved around him again and again. He wanted nothing more than to turn around, and kiss him until he smothered, press his body down under his and plunge himself into him again and again. He was so close... he smelled so... "OUCH! Bloody Hell!" Jack suddenly screamed out and fell forward against the back of the couch, jerking his hand up to his neck, and over the head of the Ouroboros.

Rupin gasped at Jack's sudden reaction, his hands moving to Jack's shoulders. "Jack! Are you alright? Did I hurt you?" He asked, his golden hues dancing all over Jack's body looking for the place that hurt him so.

Jack's eyes were watering and he kept his hand clamped over the head of the tiny silver viper wrapped around his neck. It had bit him. He knew that much, and could only wonder if it had poisoned him as well for his impure thoughts. Would it telegraph this to Snape??

"N-Nothing...." he lied, waiting with a pounding heart to feel the effects of a poison so strong it had felled the Dark Lord. "I just got a cramp, Sir. In my neck from laying funny..." he said as he blinked away the moisture in his eyes. "Are you nearly done Sir?" he asked in a trembling voice, wanting to be far, far from here if anything else happened, and BEFORE anything else did.

Lupin said nothing at first, his lips parted in shock. But after a time, he signed and nodded. "Yes." and then he finished by tying up the bandages and standing. He felt as though he was ripping away a part of himself as he moved away from the boy. Remus turned around, and gripped the edge of his desk. It was dark out now. He wasn't sure just how much time had passed since he had found Jack by the lake. "You may dress now."

Jack nodded, still wincing from the bite sight, and quickly got off of the couch, ignoring the stabs of pain from the deepest wounds not quelled by the salve. "Thank you .... very much Professor," he said softly, "For everything...." he added as he scooped up his clothing and quickly pulled on his pants, and shirt. He stuffed his tie into his pocket, not bothering with it, and tossed his cloak over his shoulders. Wince. Pain. "Good evening to you...." he said as he turned for the door.

"Jack, wait a moment." Lupin suddenly turned then, and strode after the boy before he had a chance to open the door. And without warning, he embraced Jack warmly, enveloping the smaller boy completely in his arms. "I want you to know, Jack," he whispered then, "that I am always here. If you should need me, I will be here day or night. I wish only to protect you from further harm. You will not be alone, so long as I am here."

Jack tried to avoid the embrace, he saw it coming, sensed it, and closed his eyes and moaned softly as Remus embraced him. He was smothering, his nose filled with the scent of his former mate. He smelled of autumn, dusty leaves, damp with rain, damp earth, and wild spicey sex musk. He nodded quickly, not trusting his voice to speak, and he made a quick hugging motion back, then broke away and slipped out of the door, and ran the entire way back to Slytherin House.

As soon as Jack had hurried off, Lupin closed the door to his office. Suddenly feeling weary, Lupin went to the sofa and seated himself, rubbing at his head for a time, before he lowered himself and slowly took in the scent that Jack had left there, as though it was a drug. And there he remained for the remainder of the night.

Jack was nearly to the Dungeons, and Slytherin House when he started to feel it. The venom. It was slowly creeping into his system, and making him sleepy, drugged. "Oh Christ..." he moaned as he reached the mirror, and fought to recall the password. He stood there muttering every word that came to mind, nothing worked. Finally at the utterance of curse word, the mirror swung slowly open. Jack mutter a quick prayer of thanks, and almost trampled the group of first years coming out for dinner. Jack barked a nasty string of words at the poor students, who then replied in kind as he staggered past them, through the common room and up and into his Dorm. He collapsed on his belly on his bed, and was faintly aware of some sneering remark made by Draco as he passed out into a deep sleep.

2002-10-29 21:15:00,
Poisoned,

Well, as I find myself awake now, I find I am not dead, nor fatally poisoned by my familiar. I am not sure if it was my thoughts about Remus that caused it to strike on it's own. Was it protecting Master's Property once, yet again? OR, did Snape view my thoughts, sense my momentary lapse in lust for him and send a punishment, perhaps an appetizer for things yet to come?

I shudder to think that it was the latter, and that such a thing could be possible. Be assured I will not ASK him about it.

Then there is the subject of Remus... His touch set me afire, even though it was simple paltonic First Aid. I was possessed, smothered by his scent, by being in his presence, by being touched, like THAT by him. I am not sure if he felt the same, saw and smelled the same things I did...

He DID hug me as I left. That was odd, a former, less than socially acceptable Gryffindor (In other's eyes, not mine) HUGGING a Slytherin Child? He must either be mad, or not the fool the rest are when it comes to this charade. There is no fooling that nose of his, but then, if he knew it was me, would he act so warmly, and protective?

I can't begin to dwell on that. No.

No out-of-class contact yet from Snape came today. I was pointedly ignored visually and mentally today in class. I was on edge the entire class waiting for the axe to fall, it never did.

I have summoned a House Elf for food so I will be fed as he directs. Must keep the slaves fit and full for more abuse, right?

I shall eat, then go back to sleep. I must carry on like none of this ever happened. As always.

As Ever.

2002-10-30 13:42:00,
House Elf Note to Cho Chang,

My dearest Miss Chang,

I look forward to our meeting tomorrow at the set place and time. Until then.

Jack Grim

2002-10-30 18:47:00,
In hot pursuit.

An IC RP with Jack Grim and Snape.

Jack left Slytherin House, his eyes on the stones of the castle hallways as he walked. There were voices around him, talking, laughing and sharing, with everyone but him. He was slowly becoming used to the solitude. The ONE voice he longed to hear, no matter how cruel and angry at this point, still hadn't come. He thought briefly of Cho, and their plans for tomorrow night, and tried to think of just HOW he was going to pull that off without getting them both into High Detention. Hell, would she even REALLY show up?

Snape was in one of the corridors nearest the Hall, but his voice managed to carry far father than that. From the sounds of it, he was giving his favourite Gryffindor, Harry Potter, the dressing down of his life. And a detention. Or two... Harry was against a wall whilst Snape stormed and ranted unstoppably above him, making even the sixth and seventh years wince.

Jack stopped for a moment, and flattening himself against the wall of the passageway, listened to Snape vent his spleen on Harry. Part of him wanted to rush over and defend Harry, and take the abuse on himself. Jack stood there however, wondering just WHY he would want to do that? Was it as Godfather, or Lonely Submissive he would be willing to take the heat for his Godson. In the end, he stood there, frozen, just listening.

In the end, Snape decided this was not making him feel any better either. No matter what he did, it just left him more and more frustrated. Remus came along the corridor ahead of them, and Snape practically shoved past him after delivering his final, caustic remarks and sweeping off like a man on a mission.

Jack heard the tirade end, and then another series of curses, and a remark to someone, then quick footsteps coming toward him. He blinked, and set about to walking away from that sound as quickly as he could without it looking like he was flat out running away.

Snape's anger hitched up again. He hadn't thought it was possible, but seeing Jack run, head ducked, cowering, managed it. Despite his earlier decision he sent a blast of rage, undiluted, and not vocalised, along with the image of Jack being shoved violently into the wall and out of his way.

Jack felt the mental shot and it caused his knees to buckle. The violent visual made his stomach clench, and shuddering with blind panic, and moving with instinct and supressed memories, he turned to the side, and fell behind a tapestry that held a hidden door. He struck it with the full force of his weight, and it gave away suddenly. He fell over the threshold, and landed on the floor with a wet "splat" sound. "Porticus" he panted, sending the door shut with a controlled quickness, then he lay there, damp with panic sweat, and reeling from the power of Snape's temper. "What the bloody hell did I do NOW?" he asked himself, and the empty room.

The Potions Master continued to cleave a surgical path through the people ahead of him, and leave the people behind him milling, as he finally entered the Hall, glowered at Albus definatly, and slammed himself into his chair. Not. Happy.

Jack layed there for several long moments, and finally rose to his feet. He looked down, and was covered in dust. "Bloody wonderful," he muttered, then pulling out his wand he cleaned himself off as best he could then looked toward the door. Should he skip dinner again? He already had done that on Monday with no ill effects or contact from Snape. His last words were still ringing in his ears. "Get out of my sight". Jack stood there considering, until his legs went numb, then with a sigh, trudged off toward the Great Hall. He was the last to arrive at his house table, and as such, had to take a less than desireable seat at the end of the table right before the Teacher's table. He sat down and placed chin in hands without a look to the Head Table or the food laid out before him.

Snape was seething. That much was easy to tell without a passing mark in Divination. He had eaten even less than he usually did, but hadn't exactly been more sedentary of late. He knew he needed to eat, but that didn't help. And he didn't want to touch the cutlery for fear of what he might do with it. Instead, he contented himself with carrying on the mental tirade, not slacking off in the slightest. Occasionally, when he glanced at someone he particularly loathed, the anger was directed at them instead, but still he rained it all down on Jack. He was going to suffer if Snape had any say in the matter.

Jack sat there, hands folded in his lap and not touching a morsel. He got the occaisional glace of smite from his housemates, but no one spoke to him or inquired. He looked quite pale, moreso than normal, and every now and again, would flinch as if struck by an unseen object. When the first of his housemates rose from the table and made to leave the Great Hall, he did likewise, making a beeline for the large doors at the back. He expected to feel a steak knife in his back the moment he turned the corner and exited.

Snape hadn't lived this long by being blatant. But he wasn't eating either, and so he left shortly after Jack, deciding to terrorize him for a while, following far enough to be out of sight but not earshot.

If it was one ting Jack hated, it was being followed, watched, stalked. What do you bloody want of me? he cried out in a moment of frustration as he turned his umpteenth turn in the castle, then getting a plan, turned and headed for the East Tower, the Astrology Tower, and began to run up flight after flight of stairs. He would wear him out, or give the cold hearted bastard a coronary in the progress. Heading up was back tactically, but he was near to panic.

Snape didn't need to run, he could follow him all dinnertime if needs be. Eventually Jack would be tired, but Snape had a dogged determination and obssessive capability that had scared many people in the past. When he was set on something he was set. I thought I told you to eat, he replied on a growl, passing a few portraits who protested, but didn't stop him.

I'm on a diet. was the reply, and he could feel him, see him coming slowly and surely on his heels up into the tower. He paused, closing his mind to Snape's and tried to recall what, if any secret places there were in there. Would Snape know them? His flight instinct kicked in, and he continued upward, flight after flight.

The sudden silence didn't distract Snape, indeed he was surprised Jack hadn't shut him out sooner. But he had been going ever upwards before that, and so he guessed that was where he would go. He tried to think what was up here, where he would run to, where he would run himself if he was chased, tormented, bullied.

Jack felt the ache in his calves as he pressed on. He himself was wearing out, and that could be deadly at this point. He knew the roof lie ahead, and a perfect place to do him in. One toss over the parapit, and he would be a splotch on the grounds 20 stories below. He paused, leaning one hand on a wall to bend over slightly and catch his breath. His head spun, he was dizzy now from the lack of eating over the last couple of days, and a stitch was burning in his side. Doomed. He summoned up something from deep inside, a thought of Harry, and continued on until his head struck the wooden trap door leading to the roof. "Dammit!" he cursed aloud, then with a slam of the bolt and a shove, up and out he went.

Anger did wonderful things. Really it did. If it wasn't for anger, much of human history would never have come to pass, and fire would never have been invented to burn people with. It was what kept Snape going, up and up until he saw the open trap door. Oh alright this was clever. He slid his wand to his hand and followed upwards, eyes darting left and right.

Jack wasn't fool enough to be standing out in the open, and had move around behind the draped form of the massive telescope. He leaned back against it, looking out at the night. The night was clear, and slightly windy. Bloody chilly, to the bone. He glanced down at the ground, and noticed a few abandoned butts, crushed flat. This brought a weak smirk to his face. How long had it been since he had come up here for a stolen smoke. A long while. He lost himself in that musement for a moment, letting his breath slow, and his pulse reduce.

Snape could be stealthy. He didn't need an Invisibility cloak to get by, unseen, unheard. He was slight enough and had a step balanced enough with long practice for sneaking up on people. He closed his eyes, tilted his head to the side to listen, not willing to give up any element of surprise he might have. Jack was still breathing fast enough to be heard, out in the silence. A way away Hagrid could be heard chopping something and chunnering to himself, but that was all. Snape tried to pinpoint Jack's location by tilting his head this way and that.

Jack managed to start breathing through his nose now, and listened as he leaned there. He knew Snape was up there. He couldn't hear him, but he knew, even with the radio silence between them. Having nothing to lose at this point, he unblocked himself, but didn't send a call. He would be found, the only question was when. It wasn't like this roof afforded that much cover.

The slight shift in the professor's mind told him a lot, but he didn't deliberately send anything either, leaving his mind open, but not transmitting. The air was thick- the high pressure making the birds in the trees flightly with the threat of upcoming bad weather. It bothered Snape too, but didn't unsettle him. Instead, the roof seemed... more alive. As if he could see it with his senses... deeper somehow, more heightened. He wasn't sure why, but revelled in the sensation, acutely aware of himself and his surroundings, feeling every contraction or relaxation of muscle, sliding over bone, as he deliberately prowled. He knew where he was now, but he took his time, like a big cat stalking through the grass. Toying with his prey.

Jack waited, and waited. He had felt his breath slow, but not the beating of his heart. Snape was furious, he couls smell that much in the air, and he was taking his bloody sweet time to find him. Although, he had a feeling he knew precisely wehre he was. There weren't a lot of hiding crannies up here. He was on the verge of calling out, mentally or verbally and just surrendering to whatever was coming, but something held him back.

With a definably feline grace, Snape slipped around to make a wide curve in, judging exactly where Jack was, without seeing him. Using something else to guide him... Behind, and from the right, he inched his way right up until he was sure Jack was just out of sight... Stopped, waited. Anger still coursed through him, but it was secondary to something else right now, and he waited to see if Jack would bolt or not.

Jack closed his eyes, thinking. Stay, or go? He knew he could outrun him, but not his mind, or his wand. He hated standoffs, he was the confrontational type, always had been, but now? Well, he was in the body of a 17 Student now, not the fear and loathing imposing form of his former self. How would Snape react to THAT vision he wondered, and in spike of himself, and the dire sitation, began to laugh.

"I'm glad you find this amusing," Snape said in a deadly-chill tone, caressing the words with his voice. He itched with... the thrill of the fight? How cliched, he thought distantly, and started circling in, not a all sure where this was coming from, but deciding, for once, to just let it. "Leading me a merry dance... Your idea of fun?"

Jack laughed harder now, his mind resetting on the present situation. What would this folly get him? Another flogging? Another caning? Another round of savage barebacking? "Yes, Oh Master mine...." he purred, "I thought you might enjoy a new game..." he said, then broke into nervous giggles again, and damned if he wasn't starting to get hard at the thought of... many possibilities...

"And did you also think I would like you to hide from me?" Actually, now that he thought of it, the idea did have a certain appeal... but not this way. Not when he was so damn close to snapping the first person who stood in his way, just for the sound they would make. Dangerous, his temper. He knew. And he'd come up here for... revenge. To deal with the anger that never ever went away. He radiated immense irritation, a low growl starting deep in his chest. "I think its time for a little game *I* know..."

It was then that Jack moved, stooped down and away from the sound of the angry voice, and on the balls of his feet, he kept low, and made his way around the shrouded telescope and back toward the trap door. He would run, then dive down it headfirst. Yes, that would work.

Snape heard the sudden movement, and the wand that was never far from his hand was raised without conscious thought, and it was only with a little presence of mind that he cast the spell slamming the trapdoor shut. "This one is fun," he said, as if he hadn't just done anything, deceptively calm-sounding. "The rules are rather simple, would you care for me to explain?"

Jack skidded to a stop, then dropped onto his belly on the roof, when the door slammed shut, expecting another spells to be thrown at his back. He laid there, listening. "Please Sir, I do like to know what rules I shall be breaking..." he said with a cocky smirk that surprised even himself. Laughter in the face of death, he'd done it many times.

"Oh you won't break them. There are ways I could make sure of that, but I'd much rather not have to go to that effort." Circling close again, head dipped ever so slightly. "All you have to do, is answer me a few questions. Nothing more, nothing less."

Jack rolled over onto this back and looked up and out into the night, he looked for Snape, but the clever bastard was keeping himself just out of sight. Vampiric in nature. The palpable threat just on the edge of vision or subconscious. "Very well, I am always available for quizzing..." he said, lifting himself up onto the palms of his hands, still looking, still watching.

Snape nodded, even though he knew the gesture would not be seen. And now... what to ask. He had a hundred and one questions at least, and most of them were rather stupid, at least half of them ciuldn't be answered, and a good handful had nothing whatsoever to do with this. So he settled for the most pressing; "Why?"

Jack blinked. Why? he thought. Why WHAT? he mulled over in his mind. What the bloody hell could he be referring to now? Jack furrowed his eyebrows, and thought for a moment. Oh... that...? Could it be that simple a question? He spent the better part of the next few moments pondering, Why. "I suppose because you are the one person available to me who can truly dish out what I need, in so many things..." he said in a smooth, calm voice, then moved to sit up, crossing his legs before him and making crunching noises on the gravel as he did so.

"Not that," Snape hissed, and stalked to one side, frustrated at not being understood. "Why did you bloody behave like that... If you end up wetting yourself every time Riddle feels conversational you're not going to get that far." His back arched slightly. "And you'll be a liability..."

"Why does he want me so?" Jack retorted, annoyed suddenly at the way this was going, "I have no bloody idea," he did actually. Why not share it? "No... I do...." he added then thought how to word this best. "He made me an offer that would allow me to get surpreme revenge on my most hated enemy... and I said 'Yes!', then I let him go down on me like drunken Debutante..." Jack scowled, suddenly empowered with getting this out, it was like lancing a wound.... letting the poison out. "He liked how he made me buck, and how I tasted, and he wanted more..." he growled, the paused, "But I later said 'No'. You were there. I walked away from it. Revenge lost, but soul in tact."

Snape growled again, this time definately audible and unmistakable. There was never anything that Riddle didn't screw up. No- that Voldemort didn't screw up. 'He's going to kill us' a little voice in his head crowed. Slowly but surely. He beat that voice down, he wouldn't kill them, he was almost sure. That he had lived this long showed he was worth something, either as help, or as entertainment, was debateable... but he had something. Or had had. 'How are we going to get out of this' was the next question he wanted to ask, but he didn't. "He won't get away with it forever." Not if Snape had to fight him to his last bloody dying breath- no, he wouldn't.

There was a silence while Jack ran that over in his mind, and then he replied calmly. "So what the Hell are we going to do to take the bloody bastard out so we can stop worrying about him and concern ourselves with other matters." he said, the tone bored. The sexual energy of the chase was dying fast, and along with it, his interest in this line of thought. He thought about sending an image to make that clear, but oh, why bother?

"Leave that to me," Snape said, suddenly struck with an idea. That... that might work... He flipped the trapdoor open with a quick charm, and was out in the open and down the stairs with a rather startling show of uncharactersitic speed. And don't you dare shut me out like that again he added as an afterthought.

Surprised at Snape's sudden and casual departure didn't begin to describe how confused he was as he was just... left there. Fine, then I shall keep you in my thoughts as I wank off before bed tonight, he sent sullenly, and slowly got to his feet, brushing himself off before heading slowly back down the stairs. He closed the trapdoor slowly, then muttered to himself as he made his way back to his dorm.

A disgusted mental snort was the half-sent reply, but Snape was already planning. Plotting. He needed to be free from this damn yoke, and now he was set on shaking it... Wait and see, he promised. This should be worth it... Now he was slightly annoyed at the distance he'd travelled from his normal haunts, ut it gave him time to collect his thoughts before he got to his rooms and his notebooks, and his cauldrons.

Jack rolled his eyes at the mental promises, and continued on his way to take a long, hot, uninterrupted shower.

2002-10-31 09:24:00,
In the clearer light of day....

Nothing is clear except: I am still alive. I DIDN'T get the flogging of my life, nor did I get tossed from the roof of the Astronomy Tower to appease Master's anger as having to chase me.

Instead, we talked...

He wanted to know WHY. Well, when I figured out just WHAT Why he was talking about, I told him WHY Not that it cleared up anything for either of us.

However, something I said in my dark confession gave him inspiration, and he fled the roof leaving me alone and confused. Again.

Lather, rinse, repeat.

Tonight is the Masquerade Ball, with Cho. I wonder what will become of that?

As Ever.

2002-10-31 21:25:00,
To the Ball with Cho...

An IC RP With Jack Grim and Cho Chang..

PART ONE OF Two: Meet me on the Stairs...

Jack checked his pocket watch, a recent find among Jack's "things" in the trunk Albus had provided during the summer. He had a feeling it was a gift, placed there recently, but didn't place too much thought on that now, he was almost going to be late, and he didn't want that to happen. He was wearing his Dress Robes, and a velvet half-face Cat Mask over his eyes. He looked quite fetching, even mysteriously handsome as he arrived at the bottom of the staircase, right at the stroke of seven, half past.

They hadn't had time to discuss costumes, Cho's ill-timed bolt from the Three Broomsticks had seen to that. She had had to settle on her Dress Robes; they were navy blue, just like nearly every other thing she wore.

Considering this she had taken to them with her wand and altered the colour - Jack would know her straight away in blue, everyone did. But in red ... maybe not. She had sighed whilst making the alterations, in between brief glances at the mask she had been working on. There's no point in pretending you're somebody else, she had told herself stiffly, everyone will know you no matter what colour you're in.

It was probably true. But she was mildly surprised to find few people stopped her on her way to the Great Hall; when she got to the top of the staircase she couldn't see Jack anywhere, she thought she would know him by now. So she just stood and scanned the room, waiting for his familiar face to stand out.

Jack was standing in an alcove near the bottom of the stairs, and he stood there for a moment, watching Cho arrive, then look around for him. When he had waited just the right amount of time, he swung out of the archway and with one hand held behind his back, he ascended the stairs with casual grace, and approached the seeking Seeker. He stopped just two steps below her, and bowed low to her, "Good evening Miss Chang...." he said in a soft deep voice, then brought the single blue rose out from behind his back and offered it to her with a crafty smile.

Despite herself, Cho grinned happily as she accepted the flower, examining it briefly, "No thorns?" She kept her tone playful and even, after how she had acted the other day she wanted this evening to go as smoothly as possible.

Well, as smoothly as things could ever be between them. Cho didn't have an expectation of there ever being a calm moment in their interaction, she wasn't sure she wanted it any other way either. Stepping down to stand on the same step as him, she was suddenly accutely aware of how much taller he was than her. It was a little daunting.

Jack slowly shook his head, "No, no thorns for my lady fair," he smiled, then offered her his arm with a gallant move. "I am stunned by your choice of color," he said with a sound of genuine appreciation in his voice. "Red, goes so well with your skin tone and color Miss Chang. Perhaps you should have applied to Durmstrang..." he said with a smirk, and began to descend the massive staircase, leading her along.

"Who says I didn't?" she asked coyly, trying her best not to roll her eyes at how silly she felt.

There was nothing wrong with going to the Hallowe'en Ball with a fifth year. There was nothing wrong with being dressed in red either; although she wondered if it were so obvious to Jack would her friends find a meaning in it too?

Dismissing the thought she tried to calculate what the appropriate amount of pressure she could apply to his arm was without seeming too close; she remembered a time she'd touched him before and he had reacted indifferently to it, she didn't like that reaction at all.

"Besides," she added confidently a moment later, "If I went Durmstrang I'd never have met you."

Well she congratulated herself dryly, Now that wasn't much pressure at all, was it?

Jack laughed softly, and shook his head. "I suppose not. You would most likely have married Viktor Krum or one of his cronies by now. " he mused, "I hear they betroth them young, and marry them right out of 7th year. That's why he's here." He said with a smirk, making the whole thing up just to test her gullibility. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, he lifted a hand to rest on her hand on his arm, and smiled over at her. "So, shall we away to the Common Room, or are you having reservations about these plans?"

Cho suspected that saying she did have reservations wouldn't have been much of an issue for Jack; it was likely that she would be the one who would regret saying no if that was what she said at all.

"Not at all," she smiled back at him pleasantly, "I'm ready if you are."

She watched his face carefully for a sign of negative reaction, at the same time she reasoned with herself that she would never marry anyone like Viktor Krum because Seekers were a bad match. That she did know, quite well.

Jack grinned wider, and then turned them in the direction of the Dungeons. The Hallways became narrower, and the chill factor was dropping as well the farther down they went into the castle. After about five minutes, they reached a massive mirror at the end of a lonely hallway. Jack presented it to her with a wave of his hand, and then turned to the mirror, and spoke the password, "Excrucior!"

There was a pause, then the mirror slowly slid to the side, and revealed the passway beyond. Before stepping inside, Jack turned to Cho with a dread stare, "Of course, now that you know the password, I WILL have to use a Memory Charm on you...."

Cho opened her mouth in bare surprise, surely he wouldn't?

"Only if you're quicker with your wand than I am" she said quickly, knowing full well that even if he was quicker she would probably still have time to deflect anything he did.

Jack just grinned in reply, his pale eyes twinkling, then he winked, "Gotcha...." he snickered, then taking her hand in his, led her inside of Slytherin House, and the mirror slid closed behind them. The corridor was made of green marble, and opened into an elaborate and richly decorated room that looked more like the lobby of Gringotts than a cozy den.

The couches were all green velvet, and grey marble coated the floors, which in turn were covered with woolen woven rugs depicting the Slytherin House motif. Two loveseat sized green couches were positioned in front of the elegant fireplace, and a table between them was covered with tasty treats and beverages of every sort. Candles flickered from carved Jack o'lanterns placed all around the perimeter of the room, and the air was filled with the scent of pumpkin pie spice. "Will this be suitable for you my dear?"

"Yes," she said softly, allowing him to lead her to one of the couches.

She had never been in a common room other than her own before; everything about the Slytherin's was very different and unfamiliar. And the green - she could feel the colour invading her senses, it was just ... everywhere.

And it was very quiet too. Something she might not have noticed if she didn't suddenly feel so nervous.

Jack saw that she was seated comfortably, then took a seat next to her, but not too close to her. He indicated the room with a lift of his head, and then looked over at her. "What do you think?" he asked, "Not nearly as cozy as Gryffindor..." he mused, then looked over at her.

On hearing that she looked over to him questioningly, "How would we know?"

Jack causually reached for some of the Pumpkin juice on the table, pouring a glass for her first, then after handing it to her, one for himself. "We know much about this old castle and have seen much more than most...." he said smugly, then took a sip from his juice. "I take it you have never ever been 'out of bounds' in the entire time you have been here..." he grinned.

She accepted the glass and gave him a dubious look, "I suppose you've been everywhere, then?"

Somehow she wouldn't have put that past him if he hasn't been so new to the school; surely he couldn't have seen that much in such a short period of time? She tried not to think of exactly what he might have seen, being fairly certain that there were places she'd rather imagine he hadn't seen.

Jack sipped at his juice, then set it back down on the table, and picked up a tray of Hallowwen cookies to offer her before taking two and gobbling them down. "I have seen quite a bit actually." he said proudly, "Being an outcast, and not having a herd of friends or admirers following me around, allows me a great deal of personal freedom, and anonymity. I wander around, and discover things." he said with quite a bit of pride in his voice, and expression.

Nevermind the fact he was Sirius Black, one of the creators of the Marauder's Map and in his seven previous years at the school had gotten to know every nook and crevice of the school.

"Oh yes?" she asked lightly, taking a biscuit before he set the tray down again, "and what sort of things have you discovered in your wanderings?"

She ignored the remarks about friends and admirers and thought best not to mention that she was fairly certain she'd heard his name mentioned by admirer's before; everyone liked new people, they were more exciting than the same wizards everyone had known the whole time they'd been there.

Jack drank more of the juice, and leaned back against the couch comfortably before answering her question. "Hidden passageways, hidden rooms, tunnels leading in and out of the school...." he said lazily. "I could go from one end of this school to the other without ever using the main halls if I liked." he paused, then reached out a hand an poked the end of her nose. "I could find my way into your dorms if I was so inclined I am fairly certain..." he bragged.

"Ah, ah, ah" she shook her head, pushing his hand away, "You're not allowed to touch unless you're invited."

She wasn't entirely certain how true that was, but it sounded uppish and official - very Ravenclaw-like, so she probably couldn't go wrong with saying it.

Jack merely gave her a dangerous leer back, and replied in a low purr, "The same goes for you too my dear...." he said, then leaned back into the couch, and sipped at his juice again.

Moving in slightly, she reached up her hand and brushed his fringe away from his eyes, "I'll keep that in mind."

She looked away before he reacted, not really certain of how that would be. Since he had already touched her it seemed only fair that she got to touch him back. Although maybe he wouldn't feel the same way.

Jack didn't react verbally, he merely watched her and her faux coy moves. She was like clockwork, precise, ordered, restrained. Everything he wasn't. If only she wasn't 17, and he wasn't really who he was. "What else do you keep in that mind of yours Miss Chang?" he said as he scooped a handfull of Bertie Botts from a skull candy bowl. From the looks of it, it was a real skull.

"A lot of things," she replied in an under-stated fashion, remembering that those things weren't ones she typically shared nor were they very appropriate for her to give away to a fifth year, "some things that people see the effects of, and a lot of other things people are probably glad that they don't see. Nothing you should worry your pretty little head about, at any rate."

She sipped at her drink and went back to observing him; eventually, if she looked hard enough and paid attention, she would figure him out.

After the witty banter had become tired, Jack had produced a muggle book and after lowering the lights in the room to a few sparce jack o'lanterns, he began to read to her. It was "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow" by Washington Irving. He seemed to be a master at dramatic reading, giving each character and occurance a voice and sound all it's own. He came to the climatic scene at the send of story, and paused, looking over the top of the book, and from under his bangs over at Cho, sitting near him on the couch in the dark.

Her eyes had widened considerably as he told the tale, Cho hated to admit that she was feeling a bit threatened. The tone of the story along with the shadows cast by the fire on the walls was making her feel uneasy; the picture of Slytherin green everywhere, drowning out the other colours and shades of the room felt like it was creeping up on her again.

And his voice ... he seemed to be enjoying it more than he should.

"The old country wives, however, who are the best judges of these matters, maintain to this day that Ichabod was spirited away by supernatural means; and it is a favourite story often told about the neighbourhood round the winter evening fire. The bridge became more than ever an object of superstitious awe; and that may be the reason why the road has been altered of late years, so as to approach the church by the border of the mill-pond. The schoolhouse being deserted soon fell to decay, and was reported to be haunted by the ghost of the unfortunate pedagogue and the plough-boy, loitering homeward of a still summer evening, has often fancied his voice at a distance, chatning a melancholy psalm tune among the tranquil solitudes of Sleepy Hollow."

Jack finished the last staza of the book in a deep, ominous tone, the quite suddenly, snapped the book shut, and let loose with a demonically deep and monstrous laugh as he lurched forward at Cho, stopping just short of contacting his nose with hers. His eyes were open wide, wild looking. They looked even more odd in the flickering candle light, the perfect scare effect.

Cho jumped back immediately, her heart beating fast as she slid half way down onto her back. She gaped at him as he stared at her, wanting to scream as much as she wanted to hex him for scaring her. It's all an act, it's just for show, he's just being silly, she told herself repeatedly, but he still wasn't moving.

Jack hung there, leering at her just long enough to be on the edge of uncomfort, then slowly leaned back to his former sitting position, and smiled sweetly, "Happy Halloween Cho." he said quietly, then blew her a kiss as he set the book aside, and rose from the couch to stretch languidly, stretching his hands up over his head, and twisting from one side to the other. "Ah..... that feels better...." he sighed, the turned to look back at her.

"You brat!" she accused, grinning ruefully and sitting back up, "I don't know how you live with yourself, Jack Grim." She shook her head and cast him a look of mock disparagement, "That was terrible."

She chuckled in spite of herself, her cheeks slightly flushed, "I hadn't planned on scaring you, but I suppose I could try."

Jack took a graceful bow before her, then resumed a sprawl on the couch, and draped one arm on the back of the couch behind her. "Oh.... you could try...." he baited her, then fluttered his dark lashes at her.

Feeling only slightly more adventurous now that he'd scared the living daylights out of her, she stood up and positioned herself in front of him. She calculated that it would be just as simple for her to draw her wand on him as it would be for her to do anything else; and yet, though her hand was poised to go for her wand, she instead lowered herself back down, gingerly resting on her knees which stretched slightly apart to accomodate the fifth year's legs.

She grimaced inwardly and took in his expression; wondering what the hell he was thinking and also wondering what she was going to do next. She couldn't just sit on him, and she was certain it frightened her a lot more than it did him.

Clearly her throat, she looked directly at him, unblinking, "I suppose not too many Ravenclaw Seekers sit in your lap?"

Jack slowly opened his eyes wide as she slowly straddled him, and sat down, her eyes locked with his. He could feel his heart starting to beat faster, and the seventeen year old boy hormones begin racing into his blood like a drug. Control Black.... Control yourself... he chanted mentally to himself as he watched her closely. He wasn't scared, oh no, but worried? Oh Hell yes. "No... I can't say that I have ever had a Ravenclaw woman sit on my lap before." he said softly, unconciously running his tongue over suddenly dry lips. Well, not since my sixth year anyway.... but that was then....

Putting Jack on the spot was not quite as close to scaring him as Cho would have liked; he seemed a little uncomfortable, but who wouldn't be? She grinned as she reminded herself that it wasn't every day a wizard had Cho Chang sitting in his lap.

Reverting back from her vain reasonings she concentrated on his face again, the last time those lips had spoken he had so soft, not at all like he usually seemed.

She opened her lips slightly and let her breath push past her lips and fall onto his own, that was about as close she would get to him at this point. He looked decidedly undecided, she couldn't read him at all.

Finally speaking, she asked him another pointless question; keeping her voice low so he'd have to come closer if he missed anything, "Do you like it?"

Jack closed his eyes as she moved her lips closer to his, the natural reaction when preparing for a kiss. He heard her softly spoken words wrap around his mind, and he balled his fists down alongside his legs, he would NOT reach out and touch her, he would not embrace her despite the firey desire starting to stir inside of him. What is wrong with you??? She's a CHILD! his mind screamed at him, while his body went off in another direction. "Yes.... I do..." he heard himself confessing, then was horrified when he felt himself leaning forward, closing the small gap between them.

"I'm glad."

Was she really? She supposed so, she didn't feel like running like she had before. But was that because she really wanted to be there or because she was too proud to let herself back away again?

She reached her hand up to push away the strands of hair that fell in front of his eyes again, they never seemed to want to stay put; focusing on the task of pushing her hand through his hair gave her the strength to carry on with looking him directly in those eyes she was seeking to uncover completely.

Cho thought about making another move, any move to get them past where they were now; she was a Seeker, - did he want to be caught? Or should she be the Chaser and try and score with him instead?

She didn't even bother reprimanding herself for such crude reasoning and waited for him to make his mind up - whatever he was thinking, it had to be beyond this point.

Jack sighed as he felt her hand comb through his hair and a shudder followed. She was so close. He could smell her now, sweet, clean, and with just a hint of nervous sensuality. She was right there, so ripe, all he had to do was.... No! he told himself, then turned his head to the side, thwarting her if she was going to kiss him.

He wanted it, SHE wanted it, but it would be wrong. He suddenly recalled the reaction of the Ouroboros the last time he had though amourously of another. He did NOT want a repeat of that. Instead he smiled shly, color coming to his pale cheeks, and he whispered to her, "What would Ravenclaw house say now if they could see you like this, with me?" he mused aloud.

"They'd cheer me on if I were winning," she replied immediately, her hand dropping away from his hair when he turned his head, "and they'd try and make sure you failed at everything you do." This was true enough, Ravenclaws didn't hex, as much as they might think about it - they tried to get back at people by being better than them.

"But I don't want you to fail" she added a second later, "Not at everything you do."

Jack opened his eyes slowly and looked sidelong at her, "I have failed at so much in my life already, I can only hope that nothing but successes come my way from this point on..." he said in a soft, reflective voice as he watched her expression closely. He felt the tension between them, for him anyway, draining away thankfully. "I would cheer you on in anything that you endeavor Miss Chang..." he smiled. "I consider you, just being here, and being my friend, one of the greatest accomplishments of my life...." he said, then took her hand in his, and lifted the back to his lips, kissing it softly again.

He smiled up at her, awaiting her reaction again, then suddenly, the quiet of the room was broken by the sound of loud voices from nearby. Someone, several of them, were returning to Slytherin House....

The sound that distracted him was taking her attention away from what was happening as well. She could hear the approach of someone, a number of someones. Was there any way out of there without being seen?

Her heart sank as she put the rest of her weight onto him, not bothering to sustain herself anymore as she thought of her she could possibly get out of that situation without getting in trouble. She couldn't be seen there. Being alone with Jack was one thing, being alone with him in a common room that wasn't her own was entirely another.

She barely noticed him smiling at her until she missed the warmth of his lips upon her hand. Hadn't she been more daring and different up to that point? What was stopping her now? A few Slytherins?

"Jack" she said slowly, "You must forgive me if I ever do anything that would jeopardize that."

Jack looked back from the entrance hallway to her as she spoke, and he managed a quick grin at her comment. "I shall," he said softly, then placing his hands on her hips, lifted her up easily and set her on her feet before quickly rising to his, and taking her hand in his. "Quick, follow me, don't talk...." he said, his face a sudden expression of serious determination as he led her across the Common Room to the far side and through a series of corridors leading to the dorms.

Cho sighed inwardly and obeyed, that annoying voice of reason told her it was all for the best and it was just as well and anything else frustrating like that.

Allowed herself to be led away, she held his hand tightly, trying to keep up with his strides which were a lot faster than the ones she made. Her wish to be taller had not been granted in the recent past so she had to make up for it by travelling more quickly; unfortunately, he seemed to be twice as fast on his feet than she was.

Jack led her into his dorm, and slammed the door shut as soon as they had entered. He led her to alongside of his bed, the side nearest a wall, and let go of her hand to flip a tapestry out of the way, and run his hands over the rough greenish stone walls as if looking for something. "Bloody Hell, were are you now?" he asked to the wall as he continued his search.

As Jack continued his search (for what, Cho could only assume was some way of escape), Cho marvelled at the new story she'd now have to tell her friends: she was inside a Slytherin wizards' dormitory.

It was exceedingly more tempting than being inside one that belonged to a Ravenclaw - for one thing, Cho had been inside the boys' dorms in Ravenclaw before, and for another, no one fancied anyone in Ravenclaw - this was much more interesting.

She tried not to grin as she sat down on Jack's bed and watched him struggle with the wall; he seemed to be losing somewhat.

He cursed again as precious moments passed, the suddenly, he called out, "Gotcha you slimy bastard," then with a stroke of his fingertips, reminiscent of a Gringotts Goblin opening a vault, there was a crunch and the sound of stone grinding on stone as a panel then slid silently to the side, revealing a tunnel beyond. Jack turned to Cho, holding the tapestry up so she could see the entrance to the tunnel. "Found it. Come on.." he said pulling out his wand and lighting it with a "Lumos!" and offering her his other hand.

She jumped up immediately and took his hand, following him into the semi-lit darkness.

The fact of the matter was that though the light from his wand cast a reasonable glow along the route, Cho could still barely see where she was going. The other fact of the matter was that she wasn't sure she even cared where they were going - away was good, with him was better.

She remained silent and let him lead her on.

PART TWO OF Two: Just get me home ALIVE...

The panel to the passageway slid silently back closed, and Jack held his wand aloft as he brushed through cobwebs and dusty dead bits of moss to lead Cho along. "I don't rightly know where this comes out.... I only found the entrance the other day, then Malfoy came along and I had to ditch it shut again." he explained in a loud whisper, that seemed louder in the close space of the narrow stone corridor.

"Jack," Cho said plaintively, trying to keep a reasonable amount of level-headedness in her voice, "This could lead anywhere. It might even take us outside of the castle, or worse - outside of the grounds. We'd be in so much trouble."

Indeed, she had almost reverted entirely back to her usual self.

Jack looked back over his shoulder at her, and smiled like a Jack o'lantern. "I know... isn't it fabulous?" he laughed then looked ahead again, a moment later, he stopped. They had reached the end of the tunnel, and a sealed doorway. Upon the stone panel was the crest of Slytherin House, and an inscription below, in latin. Jack looked at it, then muttered it aloud. "Semper Servatus,".

"I don't like the look of this at all," Cho shook her head, more indications of Slytherin seemed like a massive negative, "I don't care - I'll face everyone, we can't keep going - this is dangerous."

The risk was too much to take. Jack might have been quick witted and a good student; but even a years worth of cramming could not hope to give him as much practice as a Sixth year had with magic. She didn't like the odds of facing something down there with just her's and Jack's magical prowess to protect them.

Jack stared at the symbol and the inscription beneath, not paying attention to Cho's protests, and tugging on his hand. He let go of her hand, and almost in a trancelike state, he pressed his palm to the insignia, and spoke the inscription, "Semper Servatus." There was a moment where nothing happened, then silently and with a small falling of dust, the panel slid open. The room beyond was dimly lit and a wash of cold air brushed past them. Jack stiffened, and froze as his eyes took in the sight before him. "Oh my God...." he whispered. "It's Snape's Room...."

"Let's go in," Cho said boldly, seeing as how he so clearly didn't want to, "No one would ever find us there."

Except Professor Snape, she thought, a bit desperately; would making an excuse to Snape be worse than facing up to the students of Hogwarts. It was a difficult call.

Made even more difficult by Cho wondering why on Earth there would be a passage leading from that particular dormitory to the Professor Snape's room. Had it always been there? Did previous Slytherin House Master's have the same quarters?

A look of unease settled onto her face as she stopped wondering why the passage was there and began letting thoughts creep into head about what House Master's and students were doing sneaking around the school; to each other's rooms even.

Her blank look now rested on Jack. Had Professor Snape done something to him? She shuddered to think what ...

Jack felt a shudder run up his spine, catch in his throat, then down to cause a twinge in his groin. This tunnel, leading from the boys dorms directly to.... It could only have one purpose. He blinked, and only Cho's words brought him out of his daze. He shook his head, as if trying to clear his thoughts. "Right." he agreed quietly, he had to get Cho out through here, and fast.

"This is his bedroom, the office and classroom are beyond." he said. "He's got bloody wards everywhere, so as soon as we cross this threshold, he will be alerted." he said in a dread tone, then turned to look at her. He suddenly looked quite pale. "When I say, RUN, the door to the left leads to his office, then out to the Potions Class. Don't stop for anything, just run, and get back to your dorm, got it?" he asked, eyes wide with worry.

"But how did you ... ?" Cho let her voice trail off as the information that Jack knew about Snape's security measures reached her eyes. He knew. How could he possibly know that? Unless ...

She didn't even let herself think the horrible thought that was forming in her mind, placing an image in her mind, of the Professor. And Jack.

Cho took a deep breath and nodded, she would get out of this mess first and think about the other one later.

Jack looked at her, he managed a weak smile, "Ready?" he asked, then reached out and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. The question was, whom was he trying to reassure? When Cho nodded, he smiled wider at her, then leaned forward, and impulsively placed a kiss on her cheek, "Thank you for a wonderful evening, Cho." he whispered in her ear, then moved so she was standing in the opening of the tunnel. "Take my hand, and follow me, FAST." he said, then took in a deep breath. "One.... two.... THREE!" he said, and on three, he began to run, practically dragging her behind.

If Cho had had time to be stunned that he kissed her she would have been suitably so; but when he lurched forward and pulled her hand along with him, all she could think of was how sore her shoulder felt at being yanked so hard.

The inside of Snape's quarters were a blur, she didn't have time to take any of it in; it passed so quickly. And yet, though Cho knew she herself had perfect eye sight - Jack's seemed to be even more acute. He didn't have to look twice to know where he was going.

This place is familiar to him, she reminded herself darkly again.

Jack erupted out of the tunnel like a hound at a track, and crossed Snape's expansive bedroom, skirting around the massive Green and silver draped canopy bed, then headed past the throne-like chair and cold fireplace to the door leading to his office. He paused, then placed his hand on the handle and pulled. It clicked open and he let out a sigh of relief. Jerking the door open, he passed through, leading Cho behind, then quickly reshut the door and they found themselves at the front of the Potions Class room, behind Snape's desk. Jack froze there for just a second, staring at it like it was a mythical beast, then tearing his gaze away from it, he pointed to the door up the levels of benches at the back of the class room. "Up there!" he said, then started off in that direction.

Cho knew the Potions room as soon as she was pulled into it; though she was acutely aware that she'd be detentioned back to the stone age for being there, she was glad something familiar had finally come up.

Jack had pointed to the door way and cried something out, Cho could only assume it was a direction as all the sights and sounds seemed to be whirring into the same frame at that moment.

You'll be removed from the team if you're caught. She froze for a moment at that realisation, this was certainly a great enough offence to warrant that.

Jack didn't wait for Cho to answer, he started running up the tiers of desk rows in the classroom, dragging her to the door. He reached the door, and gripped the handle. He let out a cry and shuddered, as if he had received a shock. "Bloody Hell!" he cried, shaking out his hand, then with a growl he gripped the door handle again, and wincing against the pain, he pulled it open. He whipped Cho out of the door ahead of him, then turned and pulled the door shut with a slam.

Upon being shoved into the hall outside the Potions classroom, Cho finally stopped a moment, her legs were so tired. Jack's face was screwed up in anguish and clutched at his injured hand with the other, pulling it tightly to his stomach.

Despite this abject pain he appeared to be suffering, he didn't seem to want to stop either.

She didn't know what to do. But, feeling slightly less panicky, she took in few strangled breaths and waited for him to make a decision.

Jack looked up at her after a few seconds of trying to recover, his look read, What are you still doing here? "Cho.... you have to go!" he said in a pleading tone. "Go back to Ravenclaw, QUICK." he said staring into her eyes. "I have to make it back to my own Dorm now, FAST." he said, the pausing, gave her a smile. "Thanks again Cho. I hope it wasn't too awfult for you." he said, then gave her a wink. "Sorry I can't walk you home..." he added, then turned and hurried down the corridor and back toward his House Common Room.

She watched him walk away and waited until he had disappeared completely out of sight before turning slowly and making her way out of the dungeons; she noticed there were a lot more ghosts out that evening than there usually was, some of whom she didn't even recognise.

They didn't even care that she was there, and no teachers crossed her path either.

When she finally got back up to the Entrance Hall she could see a number of students chatting idly in front of the Great Hall doors; the Ball still seemed to be going.

Dressed all in red, the students didn't notice that it was the Ravenclaw Seeker making her way back up the stairs.

2002-10-31 23:18:00,
Happy Birthday?

AN IC RP with Snape and Jack Grim wil be here EVENTUALLY.

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Yeah so you looked anyway.... it's NOT DONE...

Snape had been one of the chaperones at the Ball. And though he had been severly tempted, he had not, eventually, gone in his full Death Eater regalia. Though he could think of little more suitable. Instead, he had hung in a corner, occasionally yelling at the students, but not too loudly in case Albus reprimanded him for his enthusiasm. But when his wards went off, he knew immediately. Where, when, how... who. He refrained from mental comment, willing the end of the Ball to come, so he could be gone from the Hall. The rest of the time, he was unaware- operating on autopilot. Staring at the clock.

Arriving back in the common room of Slytherin House, Jack found several of his housemates gathered around, some even sitting and enjoying the repast left behind by Cho and himself. He made his way through the small crowd, ignoring all comments made either about, or to him and retreated to his room. It wasn't until he laid down on his bed after shedding his formal robes that he remembered something. It was his birthday today... "I can't believe I bloody well forgot THAT...." he muttered aloud to no one.

Few things were sacred to Snape. In fact, he could count them on the hand of a disfigured sailor who had seen one too many squid. So the things he did hold dear were doubly so. His. Rooms. HIS. He wasn't all too sure how the hell Jack had managed to get OUT of them - without going in so he could tell... he got to his chambers, and looked about, scouring everything with a careful eye. He knew this room well.

Jack looked over at his robes and clothing scattered about his bed, and some nagging voice in the back of his mind; not Snape's for a change, got the better of him, and he rose with a groan, and put everthing away, then got changed for bed. He decided to forgo a shower, he was just too tired, and felt more like laying under the covers and bemoaning the passing of another birthday alone, and forgotten.

There was something definately not right. Somehow, aside from the... disturbed air? Was it that which carried the image of flight through the room, or his imagination? That wall... Snape looked at it. Tilted his head to one side. Leaned in closer. I think you and I need to have a little word don't you? By the time the mental summons came, Jack was mired down deep in mental flaying of those, the ONE responsible for ruining his life and the lives of his nearest and dearest. His dark and shrouded bed just perfectly fit his mood, and he sent a quick retort, Sod off. Simple, and to the point, and damn the consequences at this point. He had been shunted aside by him, and the world too much lately, it was his night to wallow in self pity if he chose. Even if less than an hour ago he had had a ripe Ravenclaw on his lap begging for him to touch her. It wasn't enough. Not by a long shot.

Snape snarled, and his hackles raised. You either come under your own power, Grim, willingly or not- or by force. And believe me when I tell you I can do that. Get your sorry excuse for a Slytherin backside over here Now really was not the time to be annoying him in the slightest. As if to reinforce his threat, the Ouroboros tightened slightly, and moved to hiss menacingly in the closest ear. Snape ran his fingers over where he thought something was odd, and stopped himself jumping back when he felt the edges of something large and rectangular amongst the normal brick pattern.

Jack swore aloud and threw the covers back from himself and sat up in the bed. He sat there for a moment, and fumed,feeling the tightening of the serpentine collar around his neck and the angry hiss it gave. He turned his head to look at the wall where the panel was hidden behind the tapestry. He knew that was what this had to be about. He had found or felt someone going OUT, but not IN his rooms.

Should he share the secret? Did he already know about the passage? Had he, or other Heads of House used the same pasage or procuring nighttime company from a select harem? It would save him getting dressed. Slipping from his bed, he looked first for signs of dorm mates. None. Then he slipped under the tapestry and with wand in hand and a breeze up his nightshirt, entered the tunnel, and stopped again at the door at the opposite end, hand poised. Knock, Knock. he sent curtly, then waited before pressing his hand to the symbol.

You tried to dedicate yourself to your job, a task, and what happened? Anything and everything to get in your way and distract you. Come in, Snape sneered in a mock-greeting, standing back slightly from the wall. This couldn't be... no. Well, he;d heard stories, but surely they were just that? He had never really wanted to know anything about his predecessors- he had not been on good terms with the head of his house whilst he had been a student, for one. The thought of the man made Snape shudder slightly, and bile rise in his throat. Now there was a thoroughly disagreeable bloke.

Jack placed his palm again on the symbol on the panel, and spoke the words, "Semper Servatus," There again was a pause, then the panel slowly, silently slid back into it's hiding place in the walls, and Jack raised his eyes to fall upon Snape, and the oddest mixture of expressions on his pale face. "Good evening to you, Master," he said softly, then dropped his glance down, and extinquished his want with a soft, "Nox."

I was right.. Snape allowed his mind to wander for the briefest of moments more, but there was no happiness in that victory. He didn't know what to make of this. "I see you've been exploring," was what he said aloud. His head then tilted ever so slightly, one eyebrow raised. "Good evening indeed."

He was still angry, he wanted to be back in his bed. Alone with his anger and hate. He nodded anyway, and slowly, for no reason he could think of, lowered himself to kneel before Snape. As if on cue, the panel slid silently shut with only a small bit of falling dust to tell the tale anything had been disturbed. "Yes, Master. I found the passageway the other night. I did not come to the end of it until tonight. I had to come through the panel to this side to avoid it being known by the others in my dorm..." he explained in a dull tone. He kept his head lowered, and just remained there, fuming.

"You weren't alone." Not a question, a statement. That was the violation, the crux of the matter. His rooms were... his. Somewhere he needed to feel... safe. Not that he did, but... "What the hell is the matter with you?" he snapped, Jack's attitude grating against his less-than-sunny disposition.

Jack closed his eyes and sighed, a perfect ending to what had started out to be a fairly enchanting evening. He didn't feel like draggin this out, he confessed his sins. "I was in the common room with a girl. Just talking. We skipped the Dance." he narrated. "I didn't want her to have to deal with the shame of being seen with me by the rest of the house, so when they returned, we hid in my room, then the tunnel. I had no idea it would open to you rooms, Master." he said, and he was telling the truth. For once. "I would not have come this way with... her had I known." he said, then slowly, ventured a look up at Snape, his eyes partially obscurred by his long duo-toned fringe. "I am sorry, Master."

Snape resisted the urge to run his hands through his hair, though that was what he wanted to do. "There are things in here... that need to remain unseen. Highly..." what, classified? Compromising? ..."sensitive things." He shouldn't have to be saying this, really. Oh gods, for a simple life. Exasperation, tinged with a bit of despair, and strain. "Do you intentionally set out to complicate everything?"

Jack looked away, "I understand, Master," he said softly, then at the second question, he replied, "Apparently. You are just the latest to fall victim to my follies." he said then sighed. He stared down at the stone floor, feeling his knees going numb, then idly began to sing to himself in his head, Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me, he didn't send it intentionally, forgot to close the commection as it were, so distracted by his spiraling mood.

Snape nodded, a little wearily, feeling rather frayed. He'd been so thrown into his work in an attempt to find an outlet for his increaingly obsessive behaviour, but that was no more profitable than any other. He just couldn't go half way, could he? And then he heard the dejected singing... and his thoughts stopped that train of thought, derailed, and the survivors stood staring about at the wreckage. Birthday? Admittedly, he had read his record, but that had been before term had started properly- and Snape didn't go out of his way to remember everything... Well, he did, but birthdays had never held that kind of importance to him. Now he thought of it, he didn't really know that many people's. Albus, Minerva, the rest of the staff, Lucius... a handful, perhaps. In absence of anything better to say, and rather confused as to what he actually should, Snape just stood there.

Jack acknowleged Snape's silent question with a dull answer, Yes, it is. Not a very noteworthy event judging from the amount of cards, gifts and sweetcakes that have been sent in my name... he moaned mentally. "I was considering drinking myself into a coma when you called..." he muttered then shifted slightly in his position, feeling the ache in his knees. He pondered standing up, but found he was just too tired, mentally, and physically.

Snape had never felt the urge to celebrate such a stupid affair that was only dictated by the duration of the earth's orbit. Just another excuse for all the holier-than-thou people to bask in their own self-importance and overindulge. Ego-massaging, he thought. Nothing to do with the fact that no one had ever thought to treat him any differently that one day a year. "And here was me about to say you looked like you needed a stiff drink more than I do," Snape grunted, and went into his office.

Jack looked up when Snape walked off, and blinked slowly. Was that it? More to come? Jack sighed and slowly got up from his kneeleing position, he winced at the stabbing needly pain in his legs and knees as the blood flow started again. He stood there for a moment, the cautiously walked over to the door leading to Snape's office, and peered out. "Master?" he asked quietly as a curtesy in case of... oh who knew.

Snape knew his way around practically every intoxicating substance known to man, and a few that weren't. As a rule, he rarely drank, but when he did he usually drank. And right now, he didn't want to deal with the fact he was so annoyed, or that he had to work, or anything. He passed his wand over one of the books in his shelf, and the bottom drawer of his desk opened. "Pick one," he said, putting his wand away again with a complicated manoeuver.

Jack walked ove closer to Snape, and gave him a shy, mischeivous grin then looked down into the drawer, the small bottles came in all colors and shapes, they looked like an assortment of jelly candies. He moved his hand over them, as if to sense the differences between them, then at last selected a green one and held it up triumphantly, as if picking the correct key that would start the Ferrari car on a Muggle Game Show. "This one please." he said, watching Snape's eyes for a reaction, or clue.

Snape shrugged, "Sure I'm not poisoning you?" he said with weariness, before reaching in for a small, twisted bottle with a colour that defied description, one minute almostr honey-coloured, the next, a deep burgundy. With his knee, Snape pushed the drawer back shut, with the explanation, "At least one of us has to get up int he morning." He threw himself into his seat, and flipped the lid with his thumb.

Jack uncorked the bottle and placed it under his nose, smelling the scent of the liquid within. It was so strong it made him blink and his eyes water. "Bloody Hell, you could remove paint with this..." he mused then lifted his botle to clink with his, "Heres to me being the one that will rise in the morning," he grinned, then took a cautious sip.

Snape shook his head. "No, not quite paint, but definately your stomach lining." Snape lifted the bottle and barely wet his lips, no idiot when it came to this. His voice, usually smooth, had the slightest huskiness to it when he replied, "And me being the one who doesn't sleep."

Jack gave Snape a crafty smile, and nodded slowly. He took another cautious sip of his brew, and already feeling it hit between his eyes, set the bottle down on the table and went to sit on the floor next to Snape's chair. He looked up at him and smiled, his eyes beginning to go in and out of focus slightly. "When is your birthday Master?" he asked in a slow fashion.

"Been and gone," Snape said, with no hint of a slur yet. "Its September, actually. Just when we get back into school." Which had left him almost a full year older than the majority of his peers. "But I'm sure it will decide to annoy me again next year."

Jack nodded slowly, and reached for his bottle again, this time taking a smaller, more cautious sip. "I figured as much.... you are an Autumn." he said with a slow blink of his pale eyes, and a warm smile. The bottle was set aside again, and he leaned one arm on Snape's nearest thigh. "I can smell it on a person. You smell like cold mornings, dusty leaves, and fires in the night." he said quietly, losing himself in the pitch of Snape's eyes.

A Virgo, too, and prone to poisoning when badly afflicted. And few were as afflicted by the stars as Snape seemed to be. Ill-starred. His cold fingers of his free hand idly touseled Jack's hair, warming them slightly, but not much. "Hm... I do? Never... thought of that..." Autumn was nice. It wasn't too hot, like Summer, it didn't have all the bouncing baby lambs like Spring, which promised heat to come, and it wasn't riddled with stupid things like Christmas, Yom Kippur, and countless other stupid ritual excuses to get drunk, laid, fed or whatever.

Jack nodded and leanded his head farther into Snape's soothing strokes. It calmed him like nothing else. If Snape only new the true duality of his companion and his animalistic subconscious. Jack closed his eyes and sighed. "Thank you, Master, I am quite.... sloshed now. Is it time for cake and presents, or shall we go right to the spankings?" he said, then giggled softly.

"Cake would probably take too long to bake, and I'm afraid anything I try my hand at tastes awful," Snape said, looking at the bottle in his hand. If it did the job, he wasn't all that interested in what it tasted like. The means and the ends, rather. "And I'm fresh out of wrapping paper. Obviously I need to put that on my shopping list... or get the House Elves to bring me some." Actually, paper, bows... He shook his head to get rid of that image. Scratched gently. "I thought your backside was enough of a mess already, or did I not do my job properly?" he asked, raising one brow.

As if to demonstrate that fact, Jack shook himself free of Snape's hand and slowly stood up. He smiled coquetishly at him as he shrugged out of his cloak, then began to work on the button and zipper of his trousers. He made a slow, teasing task of undoing them, then pulling them down to his knees, leaving him bare from the waist down. He then carefully laid himself down across Snape's lap, butt up in the chill air of his office. "I don't know, you are the expert at Discipline.." he smirked, then let his arms hang loosely down on the other side of Snape's legs.

Even the flush of inebriation and arousal that warmed Snape's cheeks slightly did nothing to warm his hands. He leaned one arm on the armrest to the side, letting his fingers brush over the hairs on Jack's neck slightly, whilst he placed the other, palm down, flush over one of his buttocks, squeezing experimentally, and listening for any response. "Mmm no, obviously not, and you don't seemed to have learned your lesson, do you?"

Jack snickered in reply. His body boucning slightly on Snape's lap. "No, Sir. I am chock full of wickedness and carnal desires." he said then laughed heartily. He did paused, and moaned when Snape caressed his backside.

"Well those will just have to be purged from you," Snape concluded triumphantly, almost crooning. "And I feel it is my duty and responsibility to undertake such an onerous task," he said, a long suffering sigh escaping his lips as he stopped his attentions a minute, but only to lift his hand up and bring it down flat-palmed, with a blow that made it sting from wrist to fingertips.

Jack made a surprised yelp, feeling the sting, then the warmth that followed from the slap of hand to flesh. "Uhg! Thank you Master, that's one..." he grinned, and felt the beginnings of arousal starting.

"No I didn't think it helped, do you feel any less wicked?" Snape asked, sounding concerned, like a doctor treating a patient. He rather surprised himself with the tone he managed to adopt, proud that he hadn't lost the skill of feigning so accurately. "I think I better try harder. This hurts me MUCH more than it hurts you," he assured, and slapped the other cheek, harder, before leaning in to peer at his handiwork, close enough for his breath to be felt.

Jack flinched, his cock twitched, and after letting another yelp escape, he blinked at the stinging sensation, then after letting out a long sigh, moaned. "Thank you Sir, may I have another? I am sure I am still quite wicked, my insolent little prick is doing wicked things," he said, then snickered again.

"I think you are enjoying this too much," Snape said accusingly, pinching with forefinger and thumb as he spoke. "It doesn't seem to be doing you much good, really. I'm afraid there's no cure for you, you're throughly wicked, though I shall try..." This time Snape didn't leave a pause, striking first the right then the left cheek, halting slightly, before continuing on and settling into a rhythm. One, two, one, two.

Jack was laughing until the strieks started coming too fast for him to speak or recover between them. This shut him up, and he clenched the chair legs for support as he bit down on his lower lip. His witty replies were reduced to grunts of pain now, and yet, he got harder with each strike of his Master's hand to his rump.

Snape's breath was coming raggedly now, and not just from the liquor. Each blow rocked Jack in his lap almost unbearably, and he couldn't help speeding up. "Its alright... you can let it out..." he said, voice strained, giving slightly at the edges. "Its the only way to cure it..."

Jack was panting now, the pain from the slaps to his still bruised backside bringing tears to his eyes. "Oh.... Sir....." he managed, but nothing more. A light sweat was breaking out on his back and legs as the punishment continued, and the level of pain escalated beyond titilation.

Snape knew patience to a very large degree- self-control and self-discipline taken to the very extreme. It was the only way he kept going this long, but there was little worry for his partner's comfort right now, there rarely was at the time. Something he had always despised in himself, this proof that he really was, by nature, selfish. As much as he liked to boast of it, it was still distressing to see proof. "You have no idea.... how much you deserve this..." he hissed. No idea how much bloody pain and trouble he caused, how much Snape hated him for that. Hate. Even thinking the word made it worse, and he slammed his hand down hard enough to make him cry out from the pain, before he pushed Jack off his lap and to the floor.

Jack was heaving from supressed sobs, and then suddenly he was hitting the floor. He rolled over and looked up at Snape, shock and just a bit of ffear showing on his face. He wiped at his eyes, they were more than a bit moist, and his expression and eyes read, WHY?. "T-thank you, Master," he managed to gulp, then looking down at the disgracefully disarray he was in, quickly got to his feet and pulled up his trousers.

"I never said you could get up," Snape snarled, grabbing Jack by the collar, and pushing him down harshly, stood up himself. " He did look angry again, something burning in obsidian-black eyes. He nudged him with one foot away from the chair.

Jack held his tongue, the squeak of surprise from the sudden choking grab and the shove back down. When Snape's foot cam close, he closed his eyes, flinching, he was sure a kick was next. "I'm... sorry Master..." he whispered, not daring to open his eyes or look up. The buzz was gone, as was the arousal, this was dark, raw hate now, he could smell it. Something, perhaps instinct was taking over, and he considered crawling out of there on hands and knees.

This was the him he hated more than the cowering, mewling fool. Hated himself. Knew that he did, which only made it worse. He was horrid, he was nasty, vicious, and without a single redeeming feature in the whole kit and caboodle. And, deep down, he knew it was his fault, and no one else's. How stupidly, terribly unfair. Jack didn't do things like this, it was just him. Nobody else. So he hated them for their bloody... niceness. Now what was he going to do? He had a good idea what he wanted to do, but... he wouldn't. He wouldn't let himself. No one bloody deserved that. You... might want to leave now... He struggled to get out the warning, knowing that the longer he left it, the more dangerous it would be. Please... I can't...

Jack looked over at him, he could sense the tension within Snape, he was so close to the breaking point. Part of him wanted to stay and watch, not matter what the cost to his body or soul, and the other part, was saying "Run!". "Master.... Can I help?" he asked in a soft voice, then when he saw Snape tense again, he quickly scrambled to his feet, and made for the door. Thank you Master, please, be well, and call me, for anything... he sent before slipping from Snape's Chambers and making his way back to Slytherin House, via the normal passageways.

Snape couldn't help his mind screaming out in frustration, wailing for the freedom that never could be his. It wasn't fair. None of it was. It couldn't be his fault, could it? But something told him it was. He was disgusted with himself, feeling the bile rise in contempt for himself. Sick. He was sick and disgusting and throughly detestable. He might have told him to run a moment ago, but it didn't stop Snape railing mentally that he obviously couldn't ask for anything, amongst other things. Snape started smashing the bottles in his drawer without even opening it, lamenting his situation. No, he never would find true release. The world didn't want him to.

Jack could hear the rage being relased in the room behind him, the mental link was still open, and he shuddered with each crash. He sent nothing in reply. He was useless. There was nothing he could do but, stay away, as before. He was there only to be sent away. He wiped at his eyes a final time, then returned to the darkness of his dorm, and the seclusion of his bed. He fell asleep watching a certain section of the wall, waiting.