Faustus Snape

[Warded to Adele]
Your brother is sniffing around asking questions. And making a few veiled threats.

Might want to play dumb when it comes to me and any talking or meeting we've done.
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( [Warded Private to Self] )

Well, that was okay.

[Warded Private to Self]
I'm going on a date. I wish I knew how I let myself get talked into these things. I'm a Slytherin for Merlin's sake. I'm supposed to be able to wiggle my way out of these things.

She's supposed to be very nice and all that but it's always weird going out with someone I don't know and have never met before. Still she's in more or less the same place so we'll both be in that weird place, I guess.
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Do you think the Leaky Cauldron is a good choice for a blind date? It's supposed to be casual, nothing fancy, no pressure, just drinks and dinner.

[OOC: Writing is a little shaky and uneven.]

Home finally. I hate hospitals. I hate being injured. I like ginger biscuits though.

[Dad]
Sorry I didn't see your last entry. Nurse Ratched took my journal away. She said I got over excited when I used it. On the other hand, I'm back to writing again instead of using the Dictaquill.
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[Adele]
Thanks for coming and visiting and for the biscuits. Sorry I was a bit out of it.
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Stupid nurses. Won't let me have my wand. How am I supposed to... no, don't write that... strike that... strike

Al, James, Dad... slight change of plans. I'm in St Mungos for at least a few days. It's been a fucking bad day.

[Warded Private to Self]
Sometimes they're just too fucking irresponsible down in the DoM. Do they ever think of the consequences of the experiments they try? Obviously not.

On a better note, I have a portrait. Or a portrait frame anyway. Apparently it's all as it's meant to be though it's a bit weird knowing that even though the artist painted Dad into the portrait, he's not there now. Sometimes magic even weirds me out a bit. Still it's all as it should be and I hope Dad likes it.
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[Snapes]
Hey, Dad? Why don't you come visit my apartment? The artist said you should be able to find it easily enough.
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[Al, James Sirius]
You may notice the portrait hanging over the fireplace in the living room. It's for Dad so just a word of warning that he may pop in from time to time so if you're planning any shenanigans in the living room, you may get some commentary.

On the other hand, it makes it a bit easier to talk to him 'in person' so to speak.
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[Warded Private to Self]
What am I doing? No, really, what the hell am I doing?

Why am I continuing to have anything to do with Adele? It can only lead to trouble and she's not even my type. Too young for a start. Too pureblooded. Too spoiled. Too much the princess.

Okay, she's cute and when she's in a mood like she was a few days ago, she's a bit of fun. But this cannot end well. Really, it can't. Especially now that her brother has one of these bloody journals.
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[Albus Severus]
I am an idiot.

I thought you should know that.
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[Warded Private to Self]
Well, didn't I miss all the fun today? Probably just as well. I would have been ruder than Pepper and probably gotten myself an official slap on the wrist. And I've had enough of those this year, thank you very much.

Thank Merlin she's gone though. Stupid cow. She'd have gotten someone far better than her killed with that attitude then spouted some idiotic rubbish trying to justify her cowardice and stupidity. I hate people like that. None of us want to kill. All of us try and bring people in alive but you have to be prepared for the possibility you may have to kill.
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I think Hogwarts needs to look at its career counselling. They seem to be directing people into careers they're not suited for. If there was ever a job that requires an open mind and a certain flexibility in thinking, it's the Aurors Department.

[Warded Private to Self]
Fuck.

You know, I've had the odd fantasy in the past about bringing Potter to his knees either literally or figuratively but the reality... wasn't exactly what I thought it be. It wasn't triumphant or amusing or anything else I'd imagined. It was fucking unpleasant and it took a lot of self control from both of us to not smack the shit out of Potter.

This is going to be a circus the likes of which the wizarding world hasn't seen in decades. We must have been seen last night when we brought him in and I can't imagine the news that we've got Harry fucking Potter in the holding cells is going to stay in the DMLE for long.

And I don't fucking care. All I care about is those two boys. They don't deserve the shit storm that's about to descend on them. I wish I had that portrait of my Dad already so I knew someone was keeping an eye on them.

Fuck.
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[Warded to Minister Shacklebolt]
Sir, the report is on the way up to you as I write this but I thought I should let you know we have a... situation.

Harry Potter has been arrested for assaulting his eldest son. It's not a joke, it's not a 'family situation' and it's not got anything to do with any past between my family and his. The complaint was laid officially by James Potter after he had his ribs and cheekbone broken by his father.

We've done everything by the book but... this is going to be messy.
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[Warded to Albus Severus and James]
You two okay?

Your father is in the holding cells at the DMLE and isn't likely to be going anywhere until after the preliminary hearing.
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[Warded to Dad]
You know, I thought I find a certain amount of smug self-satisfaction in bringing Potter to his knees but now that it's happened, I just feel tired and worn out. Does that make any sense?
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[Warded to

[Warded to Adele]
How good a lawyer is your brother?
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[Warded Private to Self]
Bloody buggering fuck! What the hell crawled up Potter's arse and died? And why the fuck was he taking it out on me?

He usually ignores me for the most part and when he does pay attention he's either dismissive or suspicious or uncomfortable. Or a combination of two or more of those things. He's never been outright hostile before.
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[Warded Against Harry Potter]
I am officially out of the office.

If anyone needs me, I'll be following up on those sightings of the remnants of Greyback's pack. Or I'll be at home doing paperwork.

If Potter's looking for me, tell him to blow it out his arse. Preferably after he's stuck his head in there.
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[Warded Private to Self]
It went well. Thank Merlin. He likes me, he's proud of me and he's said I'm what he'd want in a son.

Damn, that feels good.

I think I need to celebrate.
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[Warded Private to Adele]
It went well!

I'm in a mood to celebrate. Come and have dinner with me.
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[Warded Private to Self]
My father has a journal... and a dictaquill. Fuck. I so wasn't ready for that. I was going to tell him... eventually. Maybe. I think. I hate having my hand forced and boy, did it get forced.

Still it seemed to go okay. He doesn't hate me or not want me to exist. He even approves of me. That's... a relief. He wants me to go up and speak to him in person. I've said yes. What else could I say? I want to meet him. I really do. I'm just... nervous. I kind of feel like I'm eleven again and waiting for the Sorting Hat to decide which House I'm going to be in.
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[Warded to

[Warded Private to Adele]
They gave

[Warded Private to Adele]
They gave my father a journal and a dictaquill.

He... approves of me. Me, my name, what I do, everything. He said I could call him Dad.

I'm going to see him on Saturday.
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[Warded Private to Self]
I feel sorry for the kid. Whether Skeeter's article is true or not, it's not a pleasant thing to have to face. Mind you, guess the kid has faced that kind of shit all his life.

Albus Severus Potter. Honestly. What kind of parents saddle a kid with a name like that? Almost as bad as Faustus Severus Snape. But at least I know why I got the names I did. Faustus means auspicious or lucky in Latin which is mostly the reason Mum chose the name. Purebloods like those significant Latin names for their kids and Mum certainly was a pureblood. But Faust was an alchemist who sold his soul to the devil and if that isn't an oblique reference and dig at my father, I don't know what is. Severus is bleedingly obvious. My father's name. One I'm proud to bear. And she changed my surname to Snape shortly after the end of the war. My names make sense and frankly until I got to Hogwarts, no one knew I existed. I had time to come to terms with the names on my own. That poor kid didn't.

Considering what I know of what happened, I've got to wonder why Potter saddled the kid with those names. The oldest boy I can understand. James was his father's name, Sirius his godfather's. The girl, well, that's the same kind of thing. But Albus Severus? I understand wanting to offer a show of respect but think of how your kid's going to feel first before you go saddling them with ridiculous names.
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Deed poll. It's a good thing. Ever wanted to be called John Smith? Deed poll is the way to go.

For Eugene to aid in your revenge and in overcoming your fears. (It's a really old recipe so I have no idea what it tastes like but it's worth a try.)

RABBIT PIE

1 rabbit
1/4 lb fat bacon
1 oz breadcrumbs
a little grated lemon rind
1 tablespoon chopped parsley
1 egg
1 onion
Pepper
Salt
Nutmeg
Stock or water
Pastry

Wash the rabbit and dry thoroughly. Cut it into neat joints. Cook the bacon, keeping back about 1 oz of the fat. Parboil the liver and heart and chop finely with the bacon fat. Add the parsley, seasoning and beaten egg and make into small balls. Place the rabbit joints, the slices of bacon and the forcemeat balls alternately in a pie-dish until all is used. Pepper and salt each layer, fill up with good stock or water in which the onion (cut finely) has been cooked, cover with a nice short crust, brush over with beaten egg and bake for 1 hour in a moderate oven.

( Warded Private to Self )

Okay... bath salts, the usage of the aforementioned to remove the disgusting smell left by bog mud on one's person - feminine frippery or secretly masculine? Discuss.

[Warded Private to Self]
Have I lost my mind?

She's a silly, prejudiced pureblood princess and a Lestrange to boot. You know that what's in Marius Lestrange's file is accurate. He was a fucking Death Eater. You're proposing to play games with the daughter of a Death Eater? You're an idiot, Faus.

Still it's nothing really. Just a meal and a drink and a conversation that may or may not be interesting. Not like I'm proposing to her or anything. I somehow don't think she's my type anyway. The few pureblood women I've come into contact with through my work have tended to be a little... docile for my tastes and a lot of what she said proves she's pretty docile for all her protestations to the contrary. Not entirely but a fair bit. Maybe the pureblood men like their women docile, pretty and kind of subjugated. Merlin only knows why. If I ever got that involved with a woman I'd want her to be my partner, my equal, not a pretty dolly that you trot out at social events, who only says what hubby wants her to say and bears docile little pureblood children. Urgh. Even just the thought of it makes me nauseous.

It'll be interesting to see if she turns up. I'd planned to do what I needed to do in Diagon Alley but Hogsmeade will be just as good. Maybe I should take the opportunity to finally wander up to the castle and visit my father's portrait. I've had offers to do that but... well, it'd be kind of weird to tell a portrait that he has a son, especially after all these years. Still he'd know about this Marius and Astra Lestrange. Well, I'll think about it.
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( Warded Private to Self )

"Sticks and stones will break my bones, but names will never hurt me."

It's good advice.

Typical. Am I the only one who is suspicious about these stupid things? Never trust anything when you can't see where its mind is. That's damn good advice and if it isn't perfect for these things, I don't know what is.

Besides it's not like I don't have better things to do with my time.

Faustus stood in the line of First Years and waited for Professor Flitwick to return with the Sorting Hat and stool. This was the part of coming to Hogwarts that he’d both looked forward to and dreaded. He hadn’t given his surname on the train and his mother had given him a fair idea of how people were likely to react to it. He hadn’t known what to say other than ‘it’s not fair’ and he hadn’t bothered with that. He knew what his mother would say: “Life isn’t fair.”

The diminutive Deputy Headmaster returned and set up the Hat and stool then pulled out a rolled-up piece of parchment out of his robes and Faustus set aside his worries for the moment to listen to the Hat’s song.

“Alright, children,” Flitwick said with a smile when the Hat finished. “When I call your name, please come and sit on the stool and place the Hat on your head. Once it’s announced your House, please go and sit at the appropriate table.” He unrolled the parchment and held it up. “Allensen, Carla.”

A young thin nervous girl hurried forward and sat down on the stool, jamming the Hat on her head. There was a moment of silence then the Hat yelled out, “Ravenclaw.”

The girl beamed and jumped to her feet. She took the Hat off and left it on the stool then ran down to the table that was cheering for her.

Faustus watched as this ritual repeated itself with each boy or girl who was summoned by Flitwick. Finally it reached his turn. Flitwick blinked as he read the next name and he looked over at Faustus, who steadfastly refused to return the look, finding his shoes to be fascinating. The Deputy Headmaster cleared his throat and said, “Snape, Faustus.”

Faustus heard the gasps, murmurs and whispers as he walked over to the stool. Once again he refused to look at anyone or acknowledge anything, concentrating on sitting down and putting the Hat on.

‘Well, well, isn’t this interesting? Never expected to get another Snape,’ the Hat murmured in Faustus’ head. ‘Now where should I put you?’

‘I would have thought that would be obvious,’ Faustus replied nervously.

‘Not as much as you might think,’ the Hat said jauntily. ‘You’ve got courage by the bucketload but so did your father. You’re intelligent and hardworking but... ah, yes, you do seem to be right. Only one place for you. SLYTHERIN.’

( Faustus Severus Snape )