HP snippets
“So you are Uncle Fred? You look like Uncle George, younger.”
“Nonsense,” Fred declared with a mock snort. “He looks like me, older.”
The kid laughed and turned away, to meet someone else. Fred and George were now alone in the kitchen, without a clue of what to say.
“Still not willing to die?” Fred joked, grinning like he used to. George did not laugh. He was staring at his twin with an absent expression.
“How can you say things like that, Fred Weasley?!” Molly shouted, pure shock written all over her face. “Don’t you dare wish your brother’s death!”
“Being dead is actually lots of fun,” Fred shrugged with an amused look. “I met Harry’s dad, upstairs (he pointed at the ceiling). Now I’ve met every creators of the Marauders Map! It’s also easier to trick people when you’re dead… I’ve even wondered if I could go assist Peeves at Hogwarts, but…”
He was interrupted when Mrs Weasley slapped him across the cheek. Technically, her hand went through Fred’s head, blurring the image of him, but one could still saw him gap, shooting a hurt look at his mother.
“It’s not funny!” She cried with a broken voice. The voice of a mother crying over her dead child in itself was unbearable…
It was worst when it was yours. “We were all destructed by … by your death! And you laugh of it!?”
Instantly, Fred’s eyes softened and a timid smile graced his lips. He looked like the sheepish boy he was at the beginning of his life, when the twins weren’t self-confident yet.
“I’m sorry?” he tried, looking slightly ashamed. “But… it’s just that…”
The rest of his sentence was lost, coming out too low for anyone to hear, but George smiled, making him look just like his ghostly brother.
“It’s alright, bro’. You can tell us how greatly you missed everyone here, how you called for me every night because you were lonely and…”
Fred laughed out loud. “I think you’ve got the wrong person, George. That’s more like you.”
“Sure it is,” George admitted, smile disappearing only briefly. “But it inspired me creating a sketchbook, for the shop. You draw someone and magically insert some of its DNA, and it starts talking like the person it must be. Like a portrait, I talked a lot with yours…”
“Bloody brilliant!” Fred exclaimed, eyes wide in excitement. “Can I see it?”
Trapped in the world that was supposed to be shattered two decades ago, they had forgotten everything about their mother standing beside them.
“Oh, you know my amazing skills at drawing,” George hesitated, but his voice was deeply amused.
When his long lost twin nodded, he continued: “I’ve drawn a carrot.”
“What?!” The silvery boy took an afflicted look. “You know, that’s insulting the beauty of my face.”
“Of your face?” George sneered. “We have the same face. I can do whatever I want with it.”
Fred pondered the wisdom of the words for a minute before agreeing. “Absolutely correct! Now, can I talk to myself?”
“Fred Carrot would be glad to meet you,” George informed with a stern look. “I talked to him a lot about you.”
He indicated to Fred to follow him, but Molly Weasley grabbed his wrist.
“George…”
“George? I’m Fred, mom! Can’t you make the difference?”
“You know, I think she actually can…” Fred whispered to him.
George pretended to pout (and failed miserably) before shrugging. “I think so too. It’s just that, after doing it all this time alone, I thought that I could try with you here.”
“Sad thing I died,” Fred recognized, tilting his head to the side.
“Fred,” Mrs Weasley said warily.
It was George who replied. “No, you fell for it? I was yanking your wand, I’m George.”
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Oh, I had this too, in the same folder. Basic, clichéd idea of Harry asking for a portrait of Snape to be done. -shot- Forgive me. xD I wrote this after reading the book and before seeing all the fics about it. xD
-- Lily--
“Severus!”
“You called me a Mudblood…”
“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean it.”
“You sold us to Voldemort.”
“I didn’t know it meant you! When I knew… I…”
“And you gave detentions after detentions to my son.”
“That, he deserved. Your son was a cocky brat, always showing off, like his father, never listening to anyone…”
“Friendly, not boasting about his importance in history, courageous, he destroyed Voldemort and I’m very proud of him!”
“I guess he deserves that too.”
Lily examined her old friend, eyes narrowed to catch the truth. “Dumbledore and Sirius… told me all that.”
She paused, looking uncertain. Snape had to struggle against the urge to shake her for the rest.
“And?” He questioned, attempting to sound indifferent. It proved to be easy, after all those years of practice.
Lily shook her head. “And I don’t know what you have to say about it… Dumbledore said you have been very courageous for a very long time. He said that you would deserve to be in Gryffindor.”
“And you want to know why before going back to James?”
His voice was sharper than he wanted it to be. Lily was clearly taken aback by it.
Even the day where she had stopped talking to him, he hadn’t been that cold toward her.
“No… I’m waiting for my son. But I thought you would like to give me information.”
“You’re finally willing to listen to my explanations?” Snape sounded innocent, like he had been when he had threatened to sleep before the Gryffindor’s entrance, many years ago.
-- Meanwhile --
“What do you mean, there won’t be a portrait of Snape?” Harry frowned, trying to keep his voice even.
-- Dumbledore--
“Where am I? I was with Lily a second ago…” Snape growled, inspecting his surroundings with a disappointed curiosity. A dreaded feeling settled in his chest when he recognized the place.
“You were? How interesting,” a familiar old man said, coming out from nowhere.
Snape scowled. “Dumbledore, why am I here!?”
“You are in the Headmaster office because you were a Headmaster, Severus.”
The light bulb popped above the Potion Master head, who suddenly realized he was living in a portrait. This time, Snape seemed utterly panicked. “I don’t want to spend eternity with you!”
Albus Dumbledore smiled mischievously. “How very like the man who killed me.”
“I didn’t kill you,” Snape protested, scowling even more. “I only helped a senile old man avoid an overly painful humiliation.”
Dumbledore laughed heartily and even Snape hinted a smile. Not that it lasted though.
“I shouldn’t be there,” the dark haired man muttered, crossing his arms stubbornly. “I don’t want to be and I shouldn’t be. I abandoned my post before dying.”
His wise mentor nodded sadly. “A shame you only have been there one year.”
“A shame?!?” Snape repeated in disbelief, letting out a bitter laugh. “I terrorized everyone and let the students be tortured! What a wonderful Headmaster I have been.”
Dumbledore eyes twinkled. “You did it for a courageous reason, Severus. Harry understood that.”
“Harry Potter?” Severus asked, frowning lightly. “What does he have to do with anything?”
“Severus, don’t pretend you don’t know the boy.”
Snape groaned before shaking his head in frustration. “Darn that idiotic boy. Had to play hero, didn’t he? Just like his arrogant father…”
“I think it would be more like Lily to stand up for you the way he did,” Dumbledore countered, his expression utterly serious.
Snape tried not to wince at the name. “I hate that boy.”
-- Harry --
“Look at who we’ve got there. Our… local hero.”
Harry smirked. “Now, where did I hear that before?”
Snape lips curved upward, unnoticeable by Harry. “I believe it was before the Dark Lord killed both of us.”
“Yeah, I think I remember,” Harry nodded in a bad attempt at seriousness. “My very first year at Hogwarts, in the time when we both hated each other.”
“I still hate you,” Snape supplied with a smug face.
“Sure,” Harry agreed pleasantly. “I only came to see if you were happy with your new installations.”
Severus brows furrowed down his forehead. “Not at all. I hate you for it, Potter brat.”
“You’re being redundant,” Harry sighed. “A very boring imprint.”
“So you remember my classes, at least?”
“No… More like the copy. Even if it’s not carved on my skin-”
“Well, I don’t need Umbridge’s methods to educate students.”
-- Albus Severus--
Two huge eyes stared at the portrait intently. “So you are Severus Snape?”
“Yes, it is I.”
His heavy gaze scrutinized the little Harry Potter replica in front of him. “And you surely are another Potter’s brat.”
It was nothing else than a statement, cold and sharp, but the boy beamed. “Wonderful! Just like my dad predicted!”
Snape sighed. “And what did Potter said about me?”
The grin spread on the first year’s face. “That you are a scary looking man and that you had greasy hair.”
The portrait choked and glared at nothing in particular. “I should have let that boy be killed the first time he had been attacked by the foolish Quirell! He always thought he was too good for the rest of the world… No respect at all for authority, always breaking the rules…”
“He also said that you were the bravest man he ever knew,” Al continued patiently, making Snape stop his ranting, “And that you did lot of great thing without ever letting people know the best side of you.”
Severus lips were slightly parted, but to his dismay, no sound came.
“However,” Al added, “he said you were one of the worst teachers he ever had. After that awful Umbridge toad face, but before the Death Eater who made so many efforts to kill him on his fourth year. Approximately on Binns and Trelawney level, I reckon.”
“Binns and Trelawney?” Snape snorted. “The ghost and the ridiculous faker?”
Snape was growing more and more annoyed with the visitor. Inwardly, he wondered when the Potters would finally let him rest in peace. “What are you there for, Potter?”
“Meet you and Professor Dumbledore, of course,” Al responded matter-of-factly. “But Dumbledore isn’t here… it’s too bad. I would like to talk with the other Headmaster I was named after.”
The moment he said that, Dumbledore appeared in his own portrait. “Albus Severus Potter! Nice to meet you.”
The boy’s eyes widened. “You are Albus Dumbledore?”
After the shocking revelation, Snape didn’t speak another word.
Yeah, sue me.