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[sirius_is_a_dog]

No.

Nononononononono.

Admiral, I have bloody played your games, I have behaved, I've worked in the kitchens without magic, I haven't complained! I've done everything! Everything!

You can't do this to me! You can't! Why don't you just toss me overboard and be bloody done with it?

[Private to Remus]I know you were just killed, and I'm sorry, but

Comments

Private.

[onefullmoony]

What? I don't understand.

And you've been working without magic? Why would you do that?

Private.

[sirius_is_a_dog]

Moony. Moony, I can't. I can't. He's going to read my file. John let me read my file, and there are things in there! He can't read my file! Why is he doing this to me? I'm not a bloody murdering lunatic like some of these other Inmates! Why does he hate me?

John asked me to work without magic. I don't know why. Some muggle thing.

Private.

[onefullmoony]

Padfoot, take a deep breath. He's not going to use what's in there against you.

Maybe he wants you to be assigned to someone who has magic.

Re: Private.

[sirius_is_a_dog]

I don't want him to know about that.

Someone who has magic and hates me. Bloody brilliant logic, that.

[buywithme]

What? What did he do? Did he remove your limbs?

[BECAUSE YOU SOUND SUPER UPSET, SO THIS IS PROBABLY SOMETHING REALLY REALLY BAD.]

[sirius_is_a_dog]

He broke up my perfectly fine pairing and paired me with someone who hates me.

[buywithme]

...

[He wants to say that sometimes the Admiral does difficult things but they are for the best, and that he's sure that this is all just to teach you a valuable lesson and whatnot... but man, if that had happened to him when he was an inmate...]

Comrade, that is the most terrible thing! The admiral is occasionally the worst person in the world!

[Pause]

I think you should just ignore your re-pairing and continue to act as though your original warden is your warden. It's what I would have done. In fact, one time my warden vanished for a month, and I was reassigned, and the month was just like one long refusal to recognize my temporary warden's authority.

Private

[emptyyourself]

I will be sure to remember this when you have difficulty with your inmate, Prefect.

Private - Several hours later:

[emptyyourself]

Meet me on deck.

You have my assurances that I have no intention of wasting my time throwing your worthless carcass you overboard.

[..........]

Please.

[Spam]

[sirius_is_a_dog]

[Hell. Hell and buggeration. Why had Snape said please? What was the Admiral doing? Snape was going to make damned bloody sure he never graduated. James and Lily were going to be mouldering dust. Who was he kidding? They already were. To Snape, to Moony, to Harry, they were long dead. He was the only one who felt their deaths like a fresh, raw, still bleeding wound.

He trudged up to the deck. His joy at finding out he could make a deal for the Potters seemed a thousand years ago now. Everything since that day had been horrible upon horrible. The other him, Persephone being gone, now this. But he had to. He had to graduate, he had to become a Warden, he had to graduate his own inmate. He wiped his hands over his face, raked his fingers through his hair, and forced himself to breathe before stepping out onto the Deck.]

[Spam]

[emptyyourself]

[Severus was waiting, Sirius's file in hand. After his conversation with Martha - after asking her to leave - he had sat at his desk, staring down at it as though it was something potentially dangerous. He hadn't read it.

This wasn't a decision he could make with his wife, but rather one which he needed to ponder on his own. Because she was right. He had changed. He had been helping Black since the man came aboard. Whether or not he agreed with her about the rest, he knew he had to take this seriously. Perhaps part of Black's rehabilitation was an admission that all of those years of abuse had been wrong.

These thoughts didn't make him hate Sirius any less, but they did convince him he needed to make an attempt. An honest one. His first action had been to restore the other man's magic.

He could do this. He could ignore the swell of hatred he felt, he could ignore the way his fingers itched to draw his wand, and he could be the sort of warden he, himself, had needed.]

Re: [Spam]

[sirius_is_a_dog]

[When he saw the file, Sirius's heart plunged down to the vicinity of his ankles. It took all he had not to run at Severus and tear the file out of his hand. He did not want Snape to read about his home life. He didn't want anyone reading about him and his family, but by the time he had found out it was in there, John had already read it.

Maybe he should have considered Obli--

Merlin's arse. No. He wondered if he even could. He tried not to stare at the file, figuring Severus would only read it faster if he knew his new inmate didn't want him to. His wand was tucked in his belt loop, and he made no move for it. What was the point?]

[mightymorbid]

Is this really necessary?

[sirius_is_a_dog]

Yes, it is.

[mightymorbid]

You know it might actually do you both some good.

[sirius_is_a_dog]

Are you mad?

[Private]

[becauseheswill]

What happened?

[Private]

[sirius_is_a_dog]

The Admiral paired me with Severus Snape.

We don't get along. And that's an understatement. We go way back, all the way back practically, and there was never any love lost.

[Private]

[becauseheswill]

Have you talked to him?

[Private]

[sirius_is_a_dog]

Snape?

Not yet.