Brother Regulus

by SakuraHitomi22

Summary:

Regulus forces Severus into an obedience contract after Snape lost a bet. It promsied Snape to do every wish Regulus had. However, Severus is extremely uncomfrotable around his housemates as it is but now that he spends mroe time with them, the mre he saw how ight his gut feeling was. Only now he simply cannot leave thanks to the contract.

PS: Might change summary. My sleepiness is kind of here and I have about 0 energy to write this.

Notes:

I simply wanted to post 1st chapters of all my fanfics, this is one of them. I hate how snaters/mstans botch characters by copy-pasting aka stealing from Snape while they hate him. I've come across post where mstans claim Remus headcanon is an abused starving poor halfblod SLytherin or assume that Severus would force Regulus to do his homework.

No, and I cuss such people. Regulus is a whole new charater you can paint however you want. Why the fuck would you want to copy? Do something different with him. And if you hate Snape, stop stealing. You make me sound like goddamn Dora. I adore the Slytherins. From their dysfunctional families to how they potray racism.

Snaters cannot potray racism at all. In one hand they say Snape is a "nazi", meanwhile in the other hand they romanticize "nazi", so bs. De is NOT "nazi", I don't even get where they got that from. What's wrong with potraying Death Eater wannabe for who they are? Keep that racism thriving. It is not romanticizing racism at all. What romanticizes racism is you hating one character for doing something but don't hate it when others do that same thing. To me, the word halfblood doesn't even exist in these purebloods their dictionary. You either are or are not a pureblood, that's it. That's how they were raised.

And seeing others Twinkify and ruin a good character like they did with Sirius to hate on Snape, as in Snape is homophobic. I decided to write my own fanfic. It might not be for all people and I get that, but I wrote this mostly for myself and if you enjoy it, so be it. Also, Ive come to terms to extremely hate snaters. I stopped reasoning with the majority of them, fuck them. Enjoy this fanfic.

Chapter 1: Mudblood

Moments like these, Severus begged Lily to explain how she saw him as part of them. But that ship has sailed. Friendship shattered so easily that the Lake incident was the infamous final nail on the coffin. Their relationship was crumbling way before that moment. There in the common room, he sat at a table with a stupid contract laid out there for him. He was so sure, he would succeed this particular test.

He knew that test like the back of his hand. Muggle tests. How could he fail at that? While he thinks the Marauders were behind this, there were no real merit points linked to the test. That's why he specifically chose that test to bet on. First bet and he already is fed up with gambling for life. Mulciber, Avery, Rosier, Wilkes, Barty and Regulus are in the room.

Slytherin didn't have a large batch of students. Parents began instructing their children that Slytherin was awful and any other house is great. Filling their kids with fear worked. He unfortunately was not raised with such policies and simply adored Slytherin for 2 reasons. His mom was a Slytherin, and he can't help but be ambitious.

Avery is laying on the sofa, Wilkes is trying to read a book, Barty is annoying Evan, Evan is standing beside Regulus, Mulciber is taking a picture and Regulus sits across him, waiting for the contract to be made. Severus glares at the piece of garbage paper. 'Snape, I don't h-'

'Shut the fuck up, Black. Don't preach me. I want a do-over. Something must've gone wrong. Binns is a forgetful ghost anyway.'

Regulus sucks cool air into his lungs. 'You lost your bet. I took you better than someone who makes excuses.'

'Maybe I wouldn't have to if I am about to write a contract that basically makes me your goddamn slave!' Tears prickled his eyes, holding that seethingly hateful glare. Evan pulls out a knife from his pocket. Barty instinctively stops poking the boy. Severus tenses up at the cold candlelight reflecting off the blade.

He tried to get up but Mulciber pushed him down 'Don't worry, Snape. We will make sure not to abuse those rights. Black will be a good owner to his pet mudblood.' Regulus frowns at them. This is taking too long.

Mulciber and Evan knew what to do to please the young Black heir. Mulciber forcefully placed Severus his hand on the table despite all the struggles. Hurting him badly for disobeying purebloods and Evan was about to stab the hand onto the contract but Regulus shouts 'No! You'll harm his hands. He needs to make our potions still.'

While he shouted at first, he collected himself later in his words. He smiles at Severus as he drags the blade across his skin. Words of Severus his name formed on the parchment with his own blood as ink. Regulus wiped the blade and sliced his hand next. Regulus Arcturus Black became the master of Severus Tobias Snape.

After the deed was done, they all left the common room, uncaring for Severus his anger. Hours into the night, right before curfew, he went to the bathroom and made a poor attempt at washing away the contempt he held against his housemates. Alas, it is the thought that counts. Back in his bedroom that he shared with Mulciber, Evan and Barty, he goes to bed.

Regulus owled his parents a letter before he met up with the older Slytherins. He wasn't too interested in his own peers. Narcissa got him used to Snape's his group. He watches Severus stumble out of his room, hair all messy and the clear tear streaks on his cheeks. Met by that glare of his, the younger boy smiles. Is this how Potter and his group felt?

Snape's academics is treasured. Regulus drags Severus to the shower room and hands him expensive products. 'By my side, you have to look more presentable.'

'For Salazar's sake, do I need to look all nice for your homework? ' The boy with little patience, much like his brother grabs the kid by his collar and looks down at him, into those onyx eyes.

'You filthy muggles have a saying right? If I say jump, you say how high. See your position as that. If I say do something, you say when has it to be done. Not why. Especially not from a mudblood like you or your ginger friend will pay for it.'

Severus grabs his hand. He doesn't shove Regulus away, it's just that all the other teens have had their eyes on him as soon as Regulus entered. Despite being a younger Black, somehow, he is placed on a pedestal. 'I am a halfblood.'

'Same thing. Half you is worth the shit I scrape off of my shoes.' he snaps. Severus waited for him so leave but Regulus didn't. Instead he sat down to watch and make sure Snape took a proper shower. It was humiliating but he can hold on. He only has to stomach a year. By 7th year he will be freed from this nonsense.

Regulus his eye twitched upon remembering that Snape gave in after he threatened to hurt that mudblood. Even after she showed him her true colors, he still clings onto her? How pathetic is he even? He brings nothing but shame to Slytherin name. Snape was about to walk past him but Black grabbed his hand 'You tell me when you're done.' Squeezing his thin wrist firmly.

'Fine, I am done. When do you want me to deliver you a list for when I took a shit, piss, exhaled and inhaled? '

Not rising to the bait, Regulus got up drags Snape to Snape's bedroom bedroom 'When we both have free time. From now on, you will be truly hanging out with us. Not just stand beside us whenver Marauders pass you by.'

Severus takes up that challenge and as Regulus hands him his new clothing. Burning all the old ones he owned, even his mother's uniform he wore partially. Younger Black seats Severus and brushed the older boy's hair with an enchanted brush. 'You're not the best looker but this is doable.' and to that, Snape rolls his eyes hard.

Never imagined the day would arrive that he'd be sized and dressed by a pureblood. Door opens and Barty stands there in the doorway. 'Oh wow~ You're almost kissable now, Snape.' Severus laughs at the sarcasm. Honestly, Barty's humor is close to the muggle one.

'Those hideous teeth of yours would wake me up from a nice decent dream though.' Evan adds.

'I am not ri-'

'Being rich has nothing to do with looking after yourself. However, school should afford a bucket of basic necessities to kids like yourself.' Regulus thought out loud. This older Slytherin of his would ignore everyone else their advice on how to take better care of himself, simply because he could ignore. Now he has no choice but to obey.

He squeezes the thin boy's shoulders 'Remember, you offered to take notes of everything.'

Regulus hands him over to Bruce who took him to their dining hall. Glancing over his shoulder as to see if Regulus was following them or not. The boy sits on Snape's bed. The mudblood leaves his bed nicely but his fellow purebloods don't. Maybe he can ask Severus to make up their beds. He'd be so livid, he would probably dump creepy crawly things in their bed.

Severus isn't tame enough yet. Best not to make him do house elf work yet. Nobody was on board at first when he brought up this bet. Until Severus his defiance began to wear others down. Bruce asked him help with muggle things, he ignored Bruce long enough for that test to past. Evan asked his help with spell casting. Severus didn't even bother showing up for food, getting food from somewhere else. Barty needed help with potions. He knew where to find and force Severus to help him.

That git stabbed him in the back by not partnering up with him on the potions test day... Starving himself. Starvation should be torture in someone their mind, an act of defiance or stripping away humanity layer by layer. Someone like Potter, Evans or even his own brother. To Severus that was a bloody option. Honestly, he doesn't even know if he should feel pity for the raven. But now it won't be an option. He will reform Severus to be presentable for Voldemort and other purebloods.

As a mudblood he should try a dozen of times harder. Especially when he will bring the kid to his house during Christmas. Annoying bloody parents. If he agrees with Sirius on one thing, it's that their parents are trash. He's itching to get the mark. His filthy parents are shameless for not having them. Once he has it though. He will force them to have it too. Like that, the family will be more complete.

He got up and got washed and dressed too. Joining the Slytherins and smiling as he saw Barty putting more and more food on Severus his plate. If Severus didn't smack his hand with a spoon to stop, he would've made a pancake tower. 'You're too thin. As delicate as a snowflake.'

'Did you come up with that pick up line for winter to make sure you stay single? ' Snape remarks snidely. Some kids laughed when they heard it. Barty's features didn't harden unlike Bruce and Evan. It softened on the contrary until his eyes landed on Regulus. The boy took his rightful place next to Severus.

Eating his share. They dispersed when they went to classes. Avery and Wilkes hung out together whilst Snape's group hung around him. Seeing as Barty was more than willing to put up with Snape's attitude, they partnered up. Mulciber and Rosier behind Severus and Barty. Lily enters with a group of friends and sighs when she sees them. Snape truly couldn't care less if muggles died. She's glad they went their seperate ways.

Mary's eyes is fixated on Mulciber. He glances up at her, following her with his gaze until Marlene put herself between the two. Severus turned around and points his feather part of the pen at the two of them. 'You don't order me around. Only Regulus can.' To hell with staying quiet. He was willing to stomach things around them for his safety but now that it already is jeopordized, he will say what's on his mind.

Bruce purses his lips. 'You like to fight a lot don't you? Is this how you began your school feud with Potter? '

'I hear my name in a den of snakes. Be careful of what you're saying. You are already suspicious as it is.' Potter chimes in across the room.

His words remains ignored. 'I didn't start anything! He began ridiculing Slytherin.'

Evan snorts. 'Leave it to the brainless ogres to do so. Mentality of mudbloods themselves, that Gryffindor.'

Severus is quiet. 'Why does everything have to be racist to you guys.' he grumbles, turns around and began writing. Without a teacher, he began writing. Flipping the first page when miss Galatea arrives. They started on the subject of Lycanthropy. He sighs. Noticing Remus shift so anxiously in his chair. That damned mutt and his mutt friends.

Miss Merrythought gave out the assignments. Some students were chattering their free time. A few were busy. Barty looks over in Snape's books. Eyes of his almost bulged out of their sockets. 'You're not even working on the assignment, you've skipped it. You're my partner. Why are you working on something we'd get at the end of schoolyear? ' It's barely autumn.

'Becuase, I actually spend my free time wisely, Crouch. I did not skip it. I am already done with it.'

'When? We just got it.'

Snape's confidence fell. When? When truly? 'I think last year? '

'It was such a long time ago, you don't even know when. You better let me copy.' Barty declares proudly at Mulciber and Evan.

'Barty, honest to muggle god. How did you even end up in Slytherin? I bet if a house Laziness exists, you would be in there as well as Potter and his crew. Why not do your homework on your own. Maybe you learn something for once.'

Barty smiles 'Harsh words for a filthy little mudblood.'

'Oh, how nice. When you can't get what you want, you cuss me. Alas, your father must've raised you with such poor manners... or he wasn't even there to begin with.' All joy melted from Crouch's face. Snape knew he hit the needle on the head. Barty Crouch Junior. The kid with daddy issues. In all honesty, who in Slytherin doesn't have parental issues.

He got up and shows Professor Merrythought his homework. He tried to, as soon as he got up she said 'You can leave, Snape. I trust you that you did everything.' She loves hard working students. Severus was the first to be ahead. Many kids try to steal his books too. When they met for the first time, she was strict. Thoroughly looking at his work.

Now she isn't bothered. She just knows Severus is even strict with his own work. Severus had a new hiding place in the library. A certain odd corner with a nook and many more pillows lying around to sit on the floor. Hours piled up while he worked on creating spells. He went to the Hogwarts kitchen 'Dobby, can I have a piece of bread? '

Dobby turned to Severus. Wasn't his first rodeo with this kid. He, a house elf and he, a wizard wore almost the same used up garments and looked just as thin. 'Just a piece of bread? '

Strangely, the kid never asked for more. 'Just a piece of bread, Dobby.' he whispers softly. A tinge of gentleness that the house elf isn't used with.

Dobby gave him a piece of bread and in return Severus hands him apotion for him and the other house elves to use. Wasn't much according to the child with little to no money. A potion made from scrap materials as he said it. Yes, Severus was no salesman. Underselling his potions for no reason aside his honor. He couldn't lie to such innocent creatures that served their master without a doubt or a squeak.

To Dobby and the other house elves however, the potion was a godsent gift. Since it was made from scrap materials, it didn't heal. All the potion did was soothe aching in the body. House elves being small and all, only needed a drop for their body to revert back into completely fine. Severus lays on his bed, and opens the bag. Seeing more than just a piece of bread. Some sweets as well as sliced cheese and meat.

He wanted nothing to do with his housemates, there is only so much to avoid. After a shower, he crawls in bed. Clinging onto a bit of hope that those purebloods wouldn't disturb someone their sleep. Regulus enters the room first. Peering into the white duvets. Inky black hair spread over the white pillows. Severus kept it simple, black and white. He didn't have silver, gray or green.

Black shakes him. 'Snape, wake up.' Boy didn't and thus the younger one shook him more violently. Severus sits right up. Hair sticking to his face and rubbing his eyes. He did not think he'd actually fall asleep.

Obsidian eyes reach a pair of stormy blue. Unlike the older Black, this one has much more blue hue mixed with the gray. Regulus sits on his bed. 'Severus, who are you? '

'I won't-'

'Who are you!'

Severus bit inside of his cheek. Squirming under the pureblood's scowl. 'Severus Snape.'

'Do you have money? '

Without an answer, Regulus took off his ring before smacking Severus with the back of his hand. 'Do you have money?

'NO!' he growls. Same scowl forming on his face.

'Are you a pureblood? ' Again, it is silent that is filled with a slap.

Tears welled up the in boy's eyes 'No'

'Are you part of the sacred families? '

'...n-no'

'Are you an alpha? '

'no'

Regulus strokes the red cheek 'So who are you? '

'Severus Snape, a poor beta half-blood.'

He winces at the sudden grip of his hair. 'A mudblood. Half-bloods don't exist. You either are a mudblood or pureblood. No in-between. So tell me again. Who are you? '

'S-Severus Snape, a poor beta m-mudblood.' Black offered a gentle smile, wiping the tears away of Severus.

'See? Once you know your rightful position, you will get used to being treated as what you are. Now, help me with my homework.' His hand wraps around Severus his wrist. Yanking him out of the bed. Surprised to see his roommates waiting in the hallway. In Regulus his bedroom, he threw him on the floor and sat by his table.

Severus scrambles slowly to sit next to him. Waiting for Regulus to hand him his homework to slave away. 'I don't get this part. How did they come up with that spell? It doesn't even make sense.' Snape is taken back but explains it as childish at possible. Making it almost sound mocking but Regulus couldn't complain since he understood it now.

As he writes he glances at Severus, sitting restlessly in his chair. From playing with his hair to, cutting teeny-tiny ends, tapping the table and Black admits to himself. Was Snape always this annoying when he has nothing to do? Snape is often hiding from everyone their eyes. Whether it's his housemates or the bullies. 'I know you thought I would force you to do all my homework. Offensive as that is. I am a Black. Whether I am an heir or spare, I cannot be lazy... as a spare I have to try twice as hard, I'd say.'

Not knowing what to do with that information. Severus holds his cheek he was slapped on. 'I was safe to assume you're lazy, all you do is hang out with my roommates and play quidditch and flirt.'

'Forgive me for not being a virgin like you.'

He expects the boy to retaliate. Telling someone they are a virgin at Snape's age is an insult. 'I'd rather stay a virgin than have loveless sex.'

'Is it about Evans? You're awfully obsessed with her aren't you? '

Snape grins. 'Lily and I a- were friends. Best friends. childhood friends. That's it. I don't feel the things for her that I assume Potter feels for her. She was kind to me.'

'For kindness you stomach humiliation? '

Severus bit his bottom lip, to keep him from snapping at Regulus that he wasn't any better than her. The younger kid pinches his cheek amused 'Sometimes Snape, I feel like I am devouring you and when you act adorable, I feel like I haven't taken enough of you yet. As much as your thoughts are an open book to be read, I am not your friend. I can humiliate you. Because you see.'

He holds one hand flat above them. 'I am here' then his other hand forms a fist. 'and you don't even exist. It's very different from what you have with that mudblood and me.'

Regulus brushes his finger under Snape's chin so their eyes meet 'You got that?'

'I do' Severus still tasted the blood of Regulus his discipline session. He allows his older student leave. He finally got the only filthy half blood roaming in their house under the misguided belief of some promised freedom.

Chapter 2: Cursed

Laying in Pomfrey's office with his leg in a cast, a girl moans in his mouth, both students are still at the sound outside the nurse's door. The teenager kisses her boyfriend 'I better get going.' she took the secret passage out of the classroom. There was nothing really secret about it, just barely used by teachers and only students for sneaking around. Most even assume Poppy knows about it but lets students do their thing.

 

Sirius acts like he's asleep. Scenting that god awful scent of Snivellus. It took him every muscle in his body to keep him from sneering as the greasy git. Severus stood there with a perpetual pout, fishing out objects out of his bag. Fruit, medicine and a potion to help with the pain. Which the nurse had more than plenty off but those were only mediocre.

 

Paled in comparison next to Snape's. Instead of leaving after he placed his fruits there. He sat next to Sirius. Reading and schoolwork. Filling up a glass of water to place next to the Gryffindor. Got up and left with some noises audible outside the office. James barges in. 'Sirius, how are you doing? ' he opens his eyes. Unable to believe he actually fell asleep next to that snake. Occassionaly, their skin grazed. Soft.

 

In class, Severus is moved aside when the big snake sat next to him. Bruce Mulciber. Biggest of his group, as well as the only dark skinned one. 'Your parents should get an award.' he whispers soft enough under his breath. Smile tugs at the alpha's lips. Leaning into the smaller body, completely pressing Snape against the wall.

 

Whispering back 'Why? '

 

'For predicting the future! That's why, Bruce. Bruce the Bruiser.' Mulciber tilts his head back, laughing while holding his stomach.

 

Snape moves him aside to get his proper personal space back. Honestly, at this point, Regulus Arcturus Black can go fuck himself. He lost count on how many times he repeated that to himself. It's like a mantra, a nice mantra. Not like they would know what the word meant even if it hit them in the face. If Slytherins had an allergy, it would be muggles.

 

Muggle food, muggle clothes, muggle words, just about anything. Bruce snatched his pencil case. 'Really, halfie? A bunny eraser? ' he pulls out a dirty eraser out of there that Snape wished he could feign ignorance for but who would he fool. It was a pity gift from his dad before he was sent to Hogwarts. Tobias found it outside somewhere and still under the impression, Hogwarts wouldn't be any different from a muggle school and requiered students to have pencils and erasers, he carved one.

 

Bruce holds it next to Severus, looking at him with those desirable big eyes, glassy as he reaches out to it. He chirps 'I see no difference,' and that look of innocence merged into a seething scowl.

 

'Give it back you sodding racist.' Mulciber places an arm around him as the other kids flood in the classroom. Leaning into Snape's head. His teeth almost biting his ear.

 

'Oh, but you're a filthy racist too. Calling that mudblood by her rightful name.' To that Severus bit his tongue. He wasn't bothered moving away his arm from Snape. It felt nice and right. Must be how owners feel with their lower born kind. His wandering eyes land on Mary sneaking glances at him. Disgusting, is one way to put it. Her kind makes him revolt. They deserve to die like the trash they are.

 

He leans closer to Snape, letting his head rest on the greasy raven's hair. Some would assume it smelt bad... but it somehow didn't. 'I am not your pillow, you wreckingball.' even his taunts sound strangely endearing. It held spite and fire but not the kind to leave you crying at night, overthinking if your existence is the problem.

 

'According to Regulus, you bloody are, halfie. An adorable rabbit plushie.'

 

'Adorable? ' Severus is smothered under his weight. There was nothing this class could teach him thus he began to doodle Mulciber being run over by a car. Pleasant to imagine that, especially when he knows Bruce is watching that. Also, he has to tell Bruce he doesn't swing that way. He sounds and acts pretty much fruity. He can't be pureblood and gay at the same times. It contradicts against his ideals.

 

Mulciber was staring at that horrifyingly realistic drawing, being distracted by the long slender hands with chapped nails. Severus is a nail biter when he stresses. One could find him like this around Owls and Newts periods of the year. Evan and Barty watch their backs. One looks unbothered as the other scoffs at the display. Classes end for the day and he gets dragged by the arm to an empty corridor.

 

Barty stares at Snape's bag. 'Can I see the rabbit eraser? '

 

'No, of course not.'

 

Snape can't believe a pureblooded rich alpha could look like a kicked puppy but Barty manages to pull it off. 'Also, you guys should stop touching me, my stuff and I am not gay Bruce. If you want to fuck a guy find someone else. My loyalty is linked to a piece of paper which has Regulus his name written on it.'

 

Speaking of the devil, its descendant walks up to them. 'Thanks. I needed to hear how little I meant in your pathetic life.'

 

'Right, because I pureposely said it when you would arrive, predicting your speed from your class to us, where I also had to stalk your time schedule to see which class you came from-'

 

Regulus holds both hands up in defeat, rolling his eyes 'Alright, Merlin, do you always have to say something? '

 

'Then don't force me in a contract if you can't stand being around me.' For Salazar's sake, stop complaining, a few thought. Midst his rambling, he tenses up at the sight of bright red hair. Lily and her friends. Her friends point at them before bursting out in laughter but Evans did not. How could she. Severus looks lost amongst those taller figures.

 

Like an actual rabbit behind trees, their greeen themed robes and height didn't help either. 'I will study in library.' he mentions. His gaze still lingering on her even after she broke their eye contact. Barty grabs his face to break off whatever they had going on. Cursing that muggleborn, for having a side of their halfblood slave that they did not see.

 

He thought he looked handsome when he said 'That mudblood bitch is lower than you.'

 

Snape makes a pitiful attempt to yank away his head but Barty squeezed it even harder. Causing his lips to pout. Barty smiles, relaxing his grip, before he squeezes it again, relaxes his grip and so on for a few good seconds. 'You look like a fish, blub, blub, blub.'

 

Severus just stares at him. 'What is wrong with you assholes? One is clingy and the other acts like he's on drugs.' Barty was the definition of acting as someone being high. Regulus grabs his hand and drags the boy to a more secluded area. One without Gryffindors. Throwing him on the floor.

 

'What's your problem, Black!'

 

'I have many.'

 

'You don't say' Severus grumbles, hoping soft, enough for none of them to hear.

 

'If you look at your friend once again, I will force you to call her a mudblood. You did it oh so confidently the first time.' Regulus expects him to talk back. Throw snide comments his way again. That is Severus Snape after all.

 

Then why is the older kid looking to guilty 'Fine, I won't look her way.'

 

He finds it hilarious these purebred freaks have such an inflated ego like Potter, that they can't stand him looking at her. They cannot stand the idea of some half-blood looking at his muggleborn ex-friend. Laughable. They are laughable. With four of them towering over him, it sinks in that he should just stomach it and do whatever they want.

 

A switch flips inside of him. Going into a complete obedient state. 'Good, tonight you will help Rosier.' Regulus needs Snape to get used to multiple Slytherins.

 

'Fine'

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Severus sits by their table for hours on end. Not that he had to. If he wished, he could've already returned to bed but recently he got a new project. Remus Lupin so to speak. His condition then. It looked extremely painful to watch the kid tear his own skin apart for that agressive wolf to claw out of its human hide.

 

And the idiots would complain about him not fulfilling his side of the bargain. As usual, he's the butt of their joke. Must be one of their elaborate borish pranks. If Marauders were pranksters that the school idolized, Slytherins were the type of dark pranks that may or may not have offended them in the past.

 

The door of their bedroom opens once again. Immense stench of iron souring their air by each second. Evan walks in, bleeding from his nose. Severus frowns. A bit of nosebleed won't cause all of that right? The young man walks to his bed which was right beside the door. Seeing that this would lead nowhere, he got up and flinches when Evan sat right up. 'Snape...'

 

'Yes? '

 

'Why are you awake? ' His suspicions melted immediately. See? This must be a prank.

 

'You asked me for help with herbology.'

 

'...'

 

'Right, I do have to bring in that homework tomorrow. I could study with you or-'

 

'Good' Severus snaps. Pratically tasting that the ungrateful fetus would ask him to make his homework.

 

Evan threw his legs off one side of his bed to get up. Knees buckled and there he laid. Helpless on the floor. Snape got up to get a clsoer look at the scene. Maybe that simple nosebleed wasn't simple after all. 'Were you hit on the head? '

 

'Very funny, mudblood.'

 

'No, I mean it. Your nose is bleeding and you don't have any balance in your body... have you been drinking and rammed your face into something on the way here? '

 

Evan stares at him from the floor. Damn, that kid could look like a demon. 'For a slave you sure act nice.'

 

Snape goes on a rant about how this was unfair and that he should not be treated like some stray. Meanwhile Rosier coughs up blood, staining his icy blond hair with his own fluids. Undressing and that anger of Snape morphed into horror. 'Right... I'll get something.'

 

He does not hear Evan telling him to wait, striding towards his bed in search of potions. But... what could heal skinned flesh? Larged patches of skinned flesh? His bed creaks and dirty hands grabs his. Wasn't a bone breaking grab but gentle. Eerily gentle. It was then he noticed, he was trembling. Bile resting in the back of his throat. 'You can't heal this, Snape. It is nothing but a curse.'

 

Nothing but? Wait, it's a curse? 'We can inform the headmaster about this so it could break.'

 

'That man hates Slytherins enough to not care about us.' he sighs. Rubbing his thumb over the boney knuckles.

 

'Surely, he wouldn't let you be tortured this much.'

 

Evan tips his chin up to have Snape face him 'It's a family curse. Whenever I don't live up to their expectations. I suffer these wounds once a week.'

 

'How high are their expectations then? '

 

'I have to get good marks, that at least.'

 

Makes sense. The blond puts dumb in dumb blondes. 'Why haven't I ever seen it? ' 

 

'Because you have a sleeping schedule. Even though you act and look like dehydrated fish on land, you care about your sleep. By the time you wake up, the room is aired out and my wounds are gone.' Matter of fact, Snape is a deep sleeper thanks to his potions. Whenever he enters the room, the other students do wake up but not Snape.

 

Unbothered by the stench of blood, not like Rosier would ever tell him that. Severus decided that Rosier could copy his homework tomorrow. In bed, the blond could only think of How high are their expectations? No, honestly, their whole conversation was new. He usually got the disgust spoken to his face, and people asking what he did to make his parents this angry.

 

Boring to say the least but this was new. Severus was always a trange kid amongst his peers. If nobody knew any better, he resembles Salazar himself and could have been mistaken as his offspirng. The most Slytherin of all Slytherins. The kid offered his own medicine to him. Gradually his body felt heavier and heavier. Easing the pain.

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'For you' he pushes a bag of galleons.

 

'Why? '

 

'That's so unSlytherin of you. If you get money, take it.' he teases.

 

'Yes, I would usually. But this comes from the likes of you.'

 

His smile slips 'Likes of me? What's that supposed to mean? '

 

'I obey Regulus, and Regulus makes me obey you. Why this kindness if not treating me like some charity case. What more do you want from me? '

 

Evan wants to tell him that Snape showed him kindness by giving him a valuable potion, of him and letting him copy his homework. Instead he says bluntly as possible 'Your kind is the filthy one. Be grateful you even can breathe near my presence. Much less offer you money like the beggar mudblood you are.'

 

Nobody did a thing either. None of his friends did. Severus snatched the bag and threw it out in the garden, storming off to his next class. Regulus sighs while he shakes his head. 'I don't get him. He was so careful and probably even more obedient before this contract, like the others, now he lashes out more often.'

 

They nod, trying to figure out what Snape's deal was. Bell rings and the group gets ready for classes.

Chapter 3: Amuse

3

 

 

On his way to see Severus for flying class, he's pulled aside by a blonde Gryffindor chick. 'McDonald, what do you want?' Mary smiles with the audacity to still touch Mulciber after the whole incident.

 

'Why the hurry? Your pet is suddenly more interesting than me? '

 

'Yes' her eyes widen and so did Mulciber's. Was Severus that entertaining to be near with? He was. From the way he spoke, to the way he ate, to his way of studying and nagging them.

 

He's a shit teacher though. That better not be on his career list. 'I am sorry, Brucy. I am so sorry.'

 

Bruce pushes her away from her. 'I am sorry. I didn't mean for things to get out of hand that way.'

 

'You made your choice, I'll make mine, now leave. I will be late for my class.' Severus is probably all anxious now to leave the quidditch grounds. A sneer formed on her face. She yanked him in for a kiss. In an atempt to awaken their last year spark but it ends with her wrists, squeezed hard enough to let go of him.

 

Her blue eyes, looking into the dark brown eyes. 'I am sorry, it was an accident.'

 

'Your little acccident cost me almost everything. My name, my pride, my goddamn honor and the house of Slyhterin. Go find someone else to sink your disgusting nails into.' he spat. Wishing so badly he could use the Imperius curse on her to send her away from him. He leaves her behind, filtering out all that god awful sniffling she did.

 

On his way to the flying grounds, he could not help but think of that blond banshee. Animosity between Gryffindor and Slytherin is fun and game, always has been. It began all childish and innocent. The basic house rivalry, so they began to date in 3rd year. He approached her. Mary was sweet, kind, diligent and he liked that. He liked that a lot. There weren't many people in his life capable of showing that.

 

So they kicked it off. They studied together, during mealtimes, they sat with their assigned tables but snuck off somewhere with a bit of food as pathetic as that sounds, to spend some time together. Around 4th year, the Gryffindors truly took their house rivalry a notch further. They started calling them Death Eaters scum. It put a strain on their relationship.

 

Mulciber knows it now. Mary truly is the mudblood filth his parents warned them about. She became a coward around their 4th year. Distancing herself from him and in the 5th, she pranked him. Asking his help with the Dark Arts, and Lily walked in on them. Did not blink once as she whined and rushed to her ginger friend. Blame him for using dark arts on her.

 

He spent his whole fifth year, staying low. People spread rumors he assaulted her. His parents were called. Knowing them, they said that their child has every right to do with a mudblood as he pleased. Which didn't help his name at all. Nor did he like the idea his parents did not even question if he did it or not.

 

Games were lost thanks to people whispering him as an assaulter. Now in 6th, people were more focused on the whole incident between Snape and Lily, thankfully. As if he'll hang out with that blonde filthy thing and ruin himself again. Someone flicked his head 'I know you're a tall prick but Merlin, don't shove me aside.'

 

He looks down at Severus. 'I shoved you aside? '

 

'No, but you shoved those Slytherin kids aside.' He turns and saw some kids hurriedly picking up their books, eyes locked on him before they fled.

 

Snape chuckles 'They must be terrified of us. Intelligent Slytherins, one of us then.'

 

Mulciber's lips twitched into a smile 'That intelligence needs some daring attitude.'

 

'Are you calling me a coward? ' Severus snapped, walking over to his broomstick.

 

'I am not.' the Slytherin humms, before he asks the broomstick to get in his hand. Mulciber speculates if flying objects just hate the raven's guts or if they have feelings and when Severus called the thing stupid, it decided to fly up right against his fingertip.

 

Severus glares at the thing but Mulciber appears behind him, wrapping his arms around Snape to cup the injured hand. 'Are mudbloods this clumsy? '

 

'No, I am not clumsy. That stupid broom should be burned. That's what.' Mulciber breaks out in laughter, and Severus just feels that rough voice vibrating of that alpha within his own ribcage. These assholes think they are all that. Mulciber gets on his broom and pulls the thin boy to his side and mount the broom too. He didn't even want this nor was this important for any class. Regulus forced him once again, after he found out one of Voldemort's future followers can't fly for shit.

 

Bruce's fingers sinks deeper into the cloak. Finding himself baffled at the thin frame the kid is hiding beneath these large cloaks. Eventually, his hand settles on the waist. 'Stop that. Go find a pureblood lover for this or something.'

 

'Usually betas don't whine this much about physical touch. Brush it off as simple skinship. But you' he leans into Severus and the kid could feel the sneer against his ear as Bruce whispers while they hover quietly in the clouds. 'You act as if you're hiding something.'

 

Snape's face burns a bit. 'I am not. I don't like skinship in general.'

 

'Not with that redhead.' Bruce whispers against his neck. Pale slender neck. He purrs softly towards the alpha. Eyes almost bulge out of his sockets to look at Mulciber. Alas, the rough twist of his body to face the alpha, caused him to lose grip and slip off of the broom. Bruce dived down and snatched him right as Snape was about to hit the ground.

 

Accidentally knocking out all air out of Snape's stomach. Sigh escapes his lips, seeing the snake is unconscious. Carrying him to nurse Pomfrey. 'I-'

 

'Mister Mulciber, is this another one of your tasteless pranks? '

 

He frowns. Sure, he can be a bit awful but this hatred doesn't even lie with him. It lies with being a Slytherin. 'It was an accident.'

 

She looks at Snape, and places him on bed, tucking him in. Bruce would almost say, she treated him motherly. 'No harm is visible inside nor outside, so you're good to go.'

 

'I want to stay here.' Pomfrey gives him a stern glare.

 

To which the boy rolled his eyes at 'I won't harm him. I'll just study.'

 

Someone has to keep an eye on Snape all the time according to Regulus. It would work better to desensitize him and rid of all the trash the redhead left beside Snape. Funny as it may be, he will definitely get some repercussions of his group for letting Snape faint. Bruce took out his books and did as he promised he would.

 

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Bones ache while he stirs awake from his slumber. He just couldn't get up. Something heavy laid on top of his torso. Snape looks beyond his nose, down at the object and chuckles. Waking up the other person sleeping on top of him. 'What? '

 

'Do you ask me or the droolstain on my blanket? ' Mulciber glances at the blanket. Merlin! That's a lot. As if a dog just slept here. He wipes his face with his sleeve and covers the stain.

 

'What stain? '

 

'You can't be possibly this childish.' Acting like, if he can't see it, then nobody can.

 

Made him even snort and mock him in a baby voice. 'Awh, Brucie thinks if nobody can see his booboo, nobody can? ' Severus laughs hysterically at his own joke. Unable to catch his breath and began to wheeze and cough. Ignoring the darker male's withering glare.

 

'Silencio' the alpha mutters. Lifting Snape, thinking maybe the kid would get angry at this but Snape didn't. He kept on laughing in silence. Mulciber hurried to their room and the others woke up with all the noise he made.

 

Mulciber looks flustered at the laughing raven, now red from joy. 'What happened? ' Evan inquires from his bed.

 

'Nothing'

 

They look at Snape. It clearly wasn't just nothing. Snape undid Bruce his spell. 'He fell asleep on me.' he says with trouble. Trying to take deep breaths as the others questioned why that was funny. Was sleep funny to Snape? Then, Merlin give them strength, Severus truly lost his marbles then.

 

Regulus enters their room. Speechless at the scene. 'A-an he drooled all over me. But wait, but wait, ow, he covered it and acted like it wasn't there.' he laughs.

 

The others also laughed a bit. 'It was as if he became an animal, if I don't see it, nobody sees it.' for the others it wasn't that funny. Still humorous, but just not that much.

 

Black searches for Mulciber, glaring at his bed. 'Do you find it funny, Severus? '

 

'Of course, a pureblood finally looks like a dog.' drooling all over him.

 

Not quite happy with how things turned out and fairly dissatisfied with the way Snape worded it. Regulus closes in on Snape. 'I don't know where you got the nerve to look down on purebloods. As punishment you will be Mulciber's pillow. Let him sleep and drool all over you.'

 

While Bruce clearly was against being used like some punishment. It was worth it to see Snape bring his act together and protest but Regulus wasn't having it. Using magic to put Snape in his bed. 'That's my will, Severus.' Now, in his bed, the raven makes him smile with a frown on his face now. Looked rather adorable with his cheeks still red from laughing.

 

'If you drool on me, I will make you a pacifier, Bruce.' the boy chuckles as he pulled a blanket over himself.

Notes:

Character names that aren't known such as Regulus Black, Seveurs Snape, Evan Rosier and Barty Crouch Jr. You know? Full names. Here are my names in case people will get confused.

Bruce Mulciber
Mason Avery Jr
Josiah Wilkes