Hello again. So this one is my take on that infamous incident in the Marauders sixth grade when Sirius tells Snape how to get to the Whomping Willow tunnel. Enjoy!

It was a bright pleasant day at Hogwarts School and all the students were in the Great Hall for lunch. But on a closer look, one might note that a certain scraggy haired Gryffindor and a greasy haired Slytherin were nowhere to be seen in the hall.

Sirius Black was walking slowly walking near the edge of the Black Lake, staring into its murky depths, looking for answers. His brother was hanging around future death eaters and he didn't like it one bit. Regulus would always hold a special place in his heart, no matter what had happened, and what would happen between them. He was his little Reggie. Sirius may have turned his back on the Black family but never on his brother.

Severus on the other hand had no appetite. He had received an owl from his mother that morning, letting him know that his father had gone on another drunken spree… again. And once more he had taken it out on his mother… again. She had reassured him that she was fine and it was only a little bruise but Severus didn't believe her. He knew his mother was a brilliant woman: why couldn't his father see that?

He took his temper out on a nearby stone and gave it an almighty kick and it skidded along the banks of the river before it landed in the lake with a loud "plonk".

Sirius heard the plonk just moments before his feet were splashed with water.

"Oi! What was that for?" He exclaimed angrily, looking around for the culprit. A greasy voice sneered back at him.

"Ah, lucky kick." Sirius' head snapped up to where the voice had come from and saw Snivellus striding over to him, he cloak billowing out from behind him.

As Severus walked over, a thought of glee washed over him. Perfect, Black's alone. Severus had hated the Marauders ever since the first train ride to Hogwarts, all those years ago. They had humiliated and bullied him for the past six years and he, Severus, was always defenceless against the four of them; the four "brave" Gryffindors.

"Where's your little gang, Black?"

"Oh piss off Snivelus."

"Not so brave are you huh? You really ARE a snake in a lion;s skin. You can't take me on by yourself; you always need three other people who you can hide behind."

While Snape went on and on Sirius felt his blood beginning to boil. Not brave? Snake in a lion's skin? Snape's gloating voice penetrated his mind. But he tried to keep his temper in check, tried to have self-control.

Severus, seeing how he wasn't getting the reaction he had hoped for decided to turn it up a notch.

"You're really no different to the rest of the Black family. I'm betting that you dream of nothing more than to become a death eater when you grow up."

That was it Sirius decided. He snapped, lunging forward with only one thing on his mind: kill.

Severus knew he had hit a sore spot when he saw Black's expression change to a murderous one. What he didn't expect was for Sirius to lunge forward and punch him in the face, wand forgotten.

Ahh, that punch felt good. But the rage was still inside Sirius so again and again he lashed out until he heard Snape mutter something and he was blasted away, landing not so gracefully on his tail bone.

As soon as Severus had blasted Sirius away he regained his breath and raised his wand to curse him since he was a wizard, not a muggle. But Sirius was too quick for him and tackled him to the floor, successfully pinning him to the grass below.

Sirius pulled out his wand and stuck it between Snape's eyes, breathing deeply. In. Out. In. Out.

"I. Am. Nothing. Like. Them. NOTHING, YOU HEAR ME?!" Snape, powerless to do anything, remained silent.

"They're all a bunch of slippery cowards" he went on, "just like you" Sirius growled. Snape began another stream of insults when Sirius cut him off with another jab of his wand.

"Oh you think you're no coward? Fine then, prove it for me. I know you like to slither around, trying to figure out where my friends and I go each month. I'll let you in on our little secret" Sirius leaned closer to him, the anger in his mind like a cloud, covering up any rational thoughts about how much of a bad idea this was.

"Next Thursday, after sunset, press the knot at the base of the Whomping Willow, it will make the branches freeze. Then just follow the tunnel." And before Snape could say anything else, Sirius was gone.

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~ Codla