I always believed that Sirius and Severus could get along and together, would make for some very special moments. This is for those of you who need a little Snirius Snack every now and again.

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Sirius had advanced on the enemy, fangs gnashing against its tough exterior. It had thundered toward him unexpectedly while he snoozed against the back of the couch. His dreams had brought him far away; they let him soar above the tallest mountain and galavant through the wildest fields; but the whirling sound of imminent danger had quickly woken him.

He hadn't been expecting this attack. After yesterdays ambush, in which he had wounded the opposer and sent it scampering back into the dark recesses it came from, Sirius was sure they would not meet again. He had done a victory lap that day, eager to show anyone who would listen the piece of armour he had taken from the monster. A souvenir!

Sirius admitted now he had been foolish to believe that such darkness could resist temptation. He circled the opponent in a war like dance of combat, edging slowly closer and retreating each time with elegant poise. The opponent was futile, strong, loud and attempted to coil around his legs like a thick serpent. He quickly dove beneath the Queen Ann chair, wet nose extending beyond the cushion and a threatening growl rumbled far back his throat.

The adversary slowed then halted, still whirling obscenities and when Sirius chanced another look, wondering if he could circle the back of the couch and take it by surprise, it suddenly advanced on him, clipping his left foot. He screeched with surprise and pain, bounding quickly from beneath the chair, tongue rolling from his mouth, and he took shelter at the top of the stairs, barking bravely once more.

Severus Snape smirked smugly, pushing the vacuum across the old carpet with triumphant feat. He really had taken to vacuuming lately.

Would you like more? Let me know! I don't know if there are many of you Snirius Snackers out there.