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Lost in Forever || OPEN Jun 25, 2014 16:21:28 GMT -8 ? QUINN likes this

Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2014 16:21:28 GMT -8

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! You... Don't you DARE talk about her! You – you –" There was no insult hurtful enough to throw back at Potter. Nothing Snape could say to wound him as grievously as the pain James inflicted upon him. Every callous word that slithered from his disgusting mouth was an ice-cold dagger in Severus' lungs. He could feel his eyes stinging with tears, but his face had contorted into something inhuman with rage. His lips were twitching over his bared teeth. He shook so furiously that he could not keep his wand steady. The Blacks twisted the knives deeper in his chest; Sirius with his heavy-handed bluntness, and Bellatrix with venom. Her touch made his skin crawl, and he smacked her hand away.

"Shut your mouth, you harpy," he spat back. It felt good to vent his anger on her, where the pain was less raw. It helped to alleviate his hysteria; allowed him to regain some control over himself. As he glared into her acid eyes, his voice became a low hiss. "What do you think you're doing with him? It's not even seconds you're settling for – or have you always been a whore, Bellatrix? Maybe that's why Potter's taken such an interest. One more notch for his belt. That's all you'll be, so why defend him? Don't you realize he's the enemy of us both!"

If Snape had taken the time to stop and contemplate the truth of his own words, he would have been more suspicious of her. Surely Bellatrix – if anyone in this school – was on the side of the Dark Lord. James had always hated the Dark Arts with relentless persecution (which had been one of the reasons Severus was a favorite target of his violence), but Bellatrix was as Dark as her last name. The two ought to have been adversaries. Instead, it felt as though the whole world had turned upside down. It was not the his housemate who stood with him against the inseparable Gryffindor duo. In fact, it was looking like it would be Sirius who was inexplicably allied with him against the two unlikely lovers. Everything had gone completely mad. Snape, however, was not allowed the time for real reflection. He momentarily lost focus on the enemy, and Potter pounced on his distraction.

One swift kick, and Severus was down, at James' mercy. The next moment he was on fire, screaming as flames ate through his shirt and searing blisters erupted over his skin. He quickly smothered them out with what was left of his robes. Piece by piece, his whole body was taking a beating. Bellatrix's knockback jinx, Black's fist, Potter's flames; if they teamed up three-against-one – none of it mattered. They could pummel him within an inch of his life, but as long as he was conscious, Severus would keep coming after James again and again. Wordlessly from the floor, he sent a Flipendo of his own up at Potter and Bellatrix, and used the opportunity to clamber back to his feet. He would not have targeted Bellatrix at all, if not for her repulsively close proximity to Potter, but so be it. If that was the side she had chosen, he would owed her no loyalties.

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Lost in Forever || OPEN Jun 28, 2014 0:52:05 GMT -8

Post by JAMES ATTICUS POTTER on Jun 28, 2014 0:52:05 GMT -8

The air around him seemed to freeze in time, everyone seemed to just stop. Even though spells were flying something clicked in the head of the King and he just held his wand tightly at his side. Sure, Bellatrix was everything that he desired, everything he ever wanted, but he also had self control. Belittling his best mate was not on that list of things he did with self control. How had he acted so foolishly? James couldn't give two fucks about Severus, but Sirius was his right hand man, his confidant, someone who loved his parents almost as much as he himself had. Had Sirius been at breakfast when he was, maybe this whole encounter wouldn't have happened. Though given the current state of Snape, it was unavoidable and unfavorable. Sucking in a sharp breath, James wanted it all to end.

James let a breath out he wasn't aware he was holding. The birds, the fire, the flipendo. It was all too much. Softly he closed his eyes and let the world swirl about him, the screaming all seemed to be drowned out by the sound of his own heartbeat, until finally he looked up. A new fire burning behind those hazel eyes, an intensity rarely seen, but it was there. Whore... Now James knew that he and Bells could be racy at times, but never had he ever been considered a whore. That was an entirely different level. Hearing the words spew from the greasy haired git, James was about to say something until he was hit. It was a weak spell, but it did it's job, knocking him back.

Burnt robes, charred flesh and the disgusting smell of roasting hair had filled the corridor. It mingled with the scent of blood, sweat and pure animosity. They needed to paint the walls black so this hallway was never used again. "ENOUGH!" James's mind was reeling, thinking of all complications that could arise from this all, but in an instant his emotion was null. He didn't care that Severus cared for Lily, he didn't care that he had hurt Sirius's feelings, and he didn't care that Bellatrix was spitting vile words. James was too used to it all and he just stood there.

"Are we done acting like children? Fight for love, by all means, but for something so infantile, and futile? Yes Severus, I had sexual relations with Lillian Evans, Gryffindor Sixth Year. Remus Lupin was there. Yes, Sirius, I'm in a livid mood and would quite enjoy if you kept your happy mouth shut for five seconds. Life is not all a prank or a sick joke. Perhaps some people have feelings that are unexplainable, I don't have to run everything through you for approval. And Bellatrix, doll, you're so vile and repulsive, but I cannot keep my hands off of you. I yearn for you at my side."

Brandishing his wand high above his head he aimed at the walls on either side of them. "Reducto!" Stone from the walls crumbled down in between both parties. "I think it's time we all took a step back and talked like civil adults, now. Wouldn't you agree?" James could see the seething anger behind Severus's eyes, it was there and honestly he highly doubted that words would help this siutation. "Aguamenti!" James shot a jet of ice cold water into the air letting it rain down on all four of them. "Cool off."

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Lost in Forever || OPEN Jun 30, 2014 7:07:12 GMT -8

Post by BELLATRIX PROSERPINA BLACK on Jun 30, 2014 7:07:12 GMT -8

Severus’ spell hit Bellatrix, sending her reeling back on her arse, “He’s not as much an enemy as you - look at the blood traitor you’ve sided with, Snape!” Her words cut through the air, possessing all the anger that she felt in that moment. She was not Potter’s whore - it was so much different than that. And yet, others could not understand it from the outside. He understood her, she understood him. There was a hurt that lay within both of them. He was not the enemy, he was the salvation. She glared up at Severus, ready to pick up the fight precisely where they had left off a few seconds ago. Bells clambered back to her feet - the want for blood now nearly insatiable. Rolling the sleeves of her jumper, she raised her wand above her head, poised to punish the Slytherin boy for crossing her, “Cruc-” Immediately James’ voice broke through her train of thought and she felt like something had slammed her in the stomach. She bent the will of no man but Lord Voldemort himself, and yet, here she was, stopping herself because Potter seemed to have regained his sense of self.

She was so angry. Angry at herself for stopping the fight even though her body ached for the taste of the unforgivables on her lips. Angry at Sirius for interrupting something that he had no part in. Angry at Severus Snape for coming at her like she was some ‘harpy’ that needed to be reminded of the fact. The stone walls crumbled down into a barrier of sorts between them, as Bella’s wand fell loosely at her side.

The water hit her body and she held out her hands, letting it soak her entirely. It was freezing and set a chill through her veins, but it was nothing like the icy chill she felt when she looked across the make-shift barrier at their assaulters. She moved her position again, leaning over the stone wall to glare at Severus, “This is not finished.” Bells mouthed to him, “I will see you in the common room, Sloppy Severus.” She tucked her wand away and then turned to look at Sirius, “As for you, cousin, it’s always a pleasure. Try not to get into too much trouble, won’t you? I’d hate to have to be the one to kill you.” She turned his threat around and spat it back at him. With her words hanging in the air between the two sets of people, Bella turned sharply on her heel and padded back to James.

“If you don’t mind, Potter-” Her eyes flitted over him, her fingertips touching the collar of his shirt, adjusting the red and gold tie around his neck - the tie that had caused her so much strife, even just today, “I think this is a conversation best played out amongst the three of you. I can’t seem to keep my hands off of my wand. And I sincerely doubt we want to clean up my dear cousin’s guts and Severus’ grease stains,” She set her hands on his chest and stepped on her tiptoes to brush her lips across his jaw-line, “I’ll wait for your after Transfiguration.” With that, the raven-haired Slytherin slipped back into the entrance hall, her body still on fire with the desire to punish each of her opponents for what they had done to her.

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Lost in Forever || OPEN Jun 30, 2014 9:29:28 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2014 9:29:28 GMT -8

Sirius felt the drops of water landing on him. He felt so burnt up about this whole conversation that he was surprised that the water didn’t evaporate upon contact with his skin. Instead, the cold water merely flattened his black hair against his face and dripped into his eyes. He didn’t give a damn about Severus’ hurt feelings or Bellatrix’s ranting. James’ words rang heavily in his head, bouncing off one part to the next. He couldn’t believe that James was the one who was telling them all that they were acting like children when James was the centre of it all. He was the one who decided to suddenly turn coats and join the ranks of the likes of Bellatrix. He was the one who had used Lily and then tossed her aside. He was the one who was throwing a fit at Sirius for no explainable reason – yet he chose to scold them all? The injustice of it all caused Sirius to curl his hands into a fist. He barely registered Bellatrix’s departure. Instead his eyes bore into James’. For the first time since he had met James he felt like throwing himself at the other boy, wands forgotten. He wanted to punch those silly glasses off his face. He wanted to physically knock sense into him since it all seemed to have deserted him.

“You know, I would have done anything for you. It’s not about running things past me; it’s about decency and respect. If you think so little of me, then maybe my loyalties have been misplaced,” Sirius sneered angrily, his face contorted in rage. “I’m done. And by the way, my uncle died recently. I suppose you’ll be happy to know that I won’t need to go to your place this summer as he’s left me enough of an inheritance so I won’t have to bother you any longer.” He had never been able to find the right words to tell James that his uncle had died. Well, he had recently found out that Bellatrix’s father also died, but that was irrelevant to him. This uncle had been his favourite – he was the only one who cared for Sirius’ well-being. Sirius had grieved, but had done so alone. He was offended that James thought that Sirius was so simple-minded that he couldn’t comprehend that people had feelings. “Welcome to my family now, Potter.” He turned on his heel and stormed out, but not before flourishing his wand and angrily destroying a few stones that James had dropped in dramatic explosions. The lump in his throat was uncomfortable, and he began to feel warm drops of water cascade down his face. At first he was confused because the water that James had created was cold, but it was only then that he realized he was crying.

Out of sight, Sirius disappeared through a passageway. His first intention was to go to the Room of Requirement, but knew that would be the first place James would go looking for him. Instead, he collapsed to the floor of the passageway, drew his knees to his chest, and hid his face within his arms, ashamed that he had ever misjudged someone so much. Ashamed that he had let James in so far that this hurt even more than when his uncle died. Ashamed that he had been misled to trust anyone at all, just for James to choose his horrible family over him just like everyone else did.

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Lost in Forever || OPEN Jun 30, 2014 16:09:07 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2014 16:09:07 GMT -8

Potter seemed to have had enough. The walls collapsed, and Snape found himself doused with cold water like the rest. Much the same as the Blacks, however, the downpour did nothing to cool his anger. Bellatrix had been preparing to Cruciate him, and as she slinked away, he could only agree with her promise that things were anything but resolved between them. She would be the bigger danger in the long run. Potter might be cruel, Sirius insensitive, but Bellatrix had no inhibitions. She would not hesitate to target Lily. She would go for the throat like the vicious bitch she was. Severus would have to think fast and act faster to leash the dog before she bit. Her cousin, meanwhile, was doing a good job of distracting the enemy at hand. Sirius whined at James, giving Snape time to circle silently around the rubble between him and his target. Potter may have decided to play at being the bigger man (a favorite tactic of the sleazy git), but he would not get off that easily. By the time Black stormed away, leaving the two of them alone, Severus was already in position to strike. He could not worry about Bellatrix now; he could not even stop to think about Lily's reaction to all of this. He had Potter on his own, and he would get his revenge at last.

Fueling all of his torment and fury into one deadly stroke, his wand slashed savagely through the air. The first Sectumsempra had missed in his shaky rage, but this time Severus was in control. The spell caught Potter across the chest. For a moment, Snape was triumphant. He watched his nemesis crumble to the floor. A vindictive leer tugged at his busted lip, as he savored the taste of retribution... But as he watched, when the blood blossomed through Potter's shirt, the victory turned hollow. James was bleeding relentlessly; it came pouring out from the deep cut, now spilling over onto the floor. Instantly, Snape's elation turned to cold horror. What had he done? He had never used his own spell in anger, on a human target. If he did nothing, Potter was going to bleed dry at his feet. Indifferent though he might otherwise be at his rival's death, Severus could not be his murderer; not like this.

He dropped onto his knees at Potter's side. He could not afford to panic, though fear threatened to overwhelm him. With every passing second, more blood came gushing out. Snape forced his hands to steady as he started to pass his wand over the wound. He began to chant the counter-curse, a little tremulous at first, but growing stronger and more confident as he went. Potter's blood began to seep back into his body. With a second pass, the wound began to knit, and by the third time Snape performed the spell, it was closed. Letting out the breath he had been holding back, Severus' wand fell from his hands. He was shaking again, but no longer from rage. His anger had deserted him in the wake of his folly. He could only stare at James in shock. "Potter? I didn't mean... But you, you brought this on yourself." His voice had risen from a tenuous whisper into a hiss. "How could you?"

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Lost in Forever || OPEN Aug 1, 2014 13:05:43 GMT -8

Post by JAMES ATTICUS POTTER on Aug 1, 2014 13:05:43 GMT -8

Everyone seemed to break away from the situation, and he knew that he could catch up with Bellatrix later. Right now he needed to take his own advice and calm the hell down. Sirius. Sure the words burnt him to the core, but James was by no means interest at the moment and with the news he had been given, he didn't want to be posied with selfishness. For once in his life he felt completely alone. Even if Severus was still standing right there.

Suddenly he turned to see the greasy git still fuming. Wand poised high in the air and ready to strike. Red. An unimaginable pain seared across his chest as he hit the floor gasping and staring up at Severus in sheer panic. There was so much blood as it snaked about the marble floor in small rivers. His eyes shifted to the ceiling a moment with the only thought that he was going to die, and then back to Severus as he gasped for air. Surley what he had done was bad, but did it actually condone the murder of a student. The red color stained his hand and he closed his eyes so he didn't have to see himself bleed out.

There was a sudden chill that coursed across the wound and the feeling of blood seeping back into his body had warmed his flesh. Eyes opening slowly he looked up in fear just for a moment. Severs was working over him and he closed his eyes. "What the fuck was that for?" James knew what it was for, but he hadn't expected the slytherin to literally lash out so intensly. Perhaps he deserved that in the long run. Looking over his chest there was a nasty scar, and he was certain that it would always be there plain as day across his beautiful skin. "Look, I slept with her, and I'm not sorry about that. I never will be. But you're the one that made her cry." He laid still on the floor and took in a deep breath. "We aren't so different, Snape."

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Lost in Forever || OPEN Aug 1, 2014 17:50:06 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2014 17:50:06 GMT -8

He was going to be sick. Snape fought back the urge to vomit with great difficulty. But Potter was talking. Shaky, pallid, and drained as he felt, Severus could not face him. He turned away from James; his cold, dark eyes stared unfocused at the bloody floor. He felt his gut heave and forced himself to swallow down the bile that had risen in his throat. Now that his adrenaline was fading, he felt the full extent of his own injuries – the burns, bruises and bloody lip. The anger which had sustained him now left him weak. James' words, though not half so caustic as what he had already said, cut him deeply, but Severus did not have the strength to bite back. The most he could manage was a broken whisper of protest, "Fuck you. I'm nothing like you, Potter. I love her like you never could." Slowly his hard eyes moved back to James. "You used her. You insulted her, and I'll never forgive you for that."

He might have said more, but the people were starting to appear. There were gasps of shock at the destruction. The two of them had no hope of escaping this one, surrounded by rubble and covered in blood as they were. Some girl was already running for a professor. The other students hung back in a ring around Severus and James, as though afraid that if they got too close, they'd be lumped in as guilty by association. Snape eyed them all wearily. He was exhausted and suddenly wished he was anywhere else but here, sitting next to the scarred body of his bitterest enemy. The Blacks might not even get in trouble, since they had the sense to disappear before any of this got discovered. He looked back down at Potter, sneering. So be it, he thought. Whatever the consequences would be, at least he could hope that he'd made his point. Just in case it needed one last push to get through Potter's thick skull, he added under his breath, "Just stay away from her, and I'll stay the fuck away from you, alright?"

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