Sirius Snape Novels & Stories

"Now, how can I help you?" "Do not accept anything from Sirius Black," he said, his tone suddenly serious. I turned around, my curiosity piqued. "I'm very curious, so please, explain what you mean by that." He ran a hand through his hair, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, clearly agitated. "Just don’t accept any of his favors. The guy is a complete cunt." "Because you lost to him?" I retorted, crossing my arms. "What a brilliant explanation for him being a cunt."

She is more annoying than cute. But I can't stop thinking about her now. Her soft, rounded face with full lips and a cute nose with tiny freckles sprinkled on it, her wild curly hair and big green eyes... Dang it, why do I find her so attractive? "Why do you look like you swallowed a whole lemon?" Sirius pushes me to get my attention. I jump, startled, and quickly compose myself. "Uh, what? No reason. I'm fine." Sirius is the Beta wolf of our pack and my childhood best friend. We are supposed to be celebrating his birthday tomorrow night.

Alex replies snapping me out of my evil thoughts. "Well then let me help you with that, am sure you have more important things to do." I smile politely picking up the cup. "But, Mr Xavier won't lik....... " "Am sure he won't mind." I quickly add. I grin tug on the corner of my lips, the sound of my heels against the tiled floor like music in my ear as I walk to Xavier's office, stiring the cup after adding a drop of my evil potion. Eye drop. Its one of Shelley's recipe she usually use on her ex boyfriend's. The eye drop, when ingested causes a serious case of diarrhoea.

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

I say with a smile before stepping to the side, and allowing him access. He tears his eyes off me, looking into the drawer. He pulls his suit jacket off and throws it to the side. Then he reaches in, and pulls out the Nine Tails, with diamond shaped leather cuffs on the bottom of each strand. He turns it over in his hands. Then he looks up at me, his eyes reading a completely different emotion than five seconds ago. I smile, waiting for him to give me a command. It isn’t until he goes back to the drawer, also picking out the ropes, that he finally speaks.

Now entering the Great Hall accompanied by Severus, who just before was asking him the same things that Minerva asked and got the same answers, he approached the main table, where the rest of the staff was reunited and talking. Seeing the Headmaster's arrival, the staff waited for him and Professor Severus Snape, Head of Slytherin House and Potions Master of the castle, to sit, and started to ask questions about the unscheduled feast. Being 'bombarded' by questions from his staff, the Headmaster makes gestures so that his staff can quiet a little so he can talk.

― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead "I am not your friend, Hunter. I do not think we could ever be friends considering the only reason I made acquaintances with you is so that I could use you." This was not what I had planned to say to him but since the words had come out, there was no point in taking them back. I hated to see the pain reflected in his dark eyes, how his smile faltered until it was gone without a trace.

Her mother was rank S magician, while his father was one of the top leaders from the Seeker Guild back on Outerworld. It was really unbelievable that such a talented magician was going to train herself in the lowest academy out of all the academies. 'Looks like this year would have a different route than last year.' Principal Mar thought.

I purred. Her eyes lit up, "Caden you know just what makes me happy. I'll be quick," she says making her way toward the pack house and I couldn't help but smile. As I made my way out of the crowd to a quieter section near the edge of the ceremony grounds, my eyes caught what was unbelievable. I saw Tyrion, Alpha Bastian's son, on his knees behind a cluster of bushes. His head was bobbing rhythmically as he eagerly worked his mouth over the hard length of a boy from what looked like Firstfell pack.

Their hands inched towards concealed weapons—green eyes glowing with barely contained power. “You dare?” Sirius snarled, rising from his seat. “Your insolence knows no bounds, Magnus.”