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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
65
Views:
4,068
Reviews:
93
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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Spies Like Us
Chapter 3 – Spies Like Us
Severus Snape reclined across the battered black couch in his own quarters with a feeling of calm he had rarely experienced after meeting the latest Defense teacher. He usually came back with a migraine and a need to break things.
He was reading through Agent Leblanc’s dossier and it was proving interesting reading indeed. The mere fact that she had thought to bring it to him at all said volumes about the woman. She had told him it was an even exchange, as she had read his files, but he was simply unused to that sort of professional courtesy. Hell, he was unused to any sort of courtesy at all from most people.
The Ministry certainly would never have shown him such consideration. He snorted to himself, trying to imagine Fudge giving him classified information. Hell would freeze first.
The file was fascinating, she was a veritable James Bond, though her forte seemed to be analysis, if there had been more field capable agents, he doubted they would have let her out at all.
The medical reports on the Naga venom and subsequent damage was however, more interesting to him than the dry accounts of objectives secured, those were probably more interesting to hear first hand anyway. The poison had burned and destroyed flesh as well as doing neurological damage. She was damn lucky to be alive.
Though he would have to ask her about the Cairo operation, even the bare outline of it sounded incredible.
The reports of the Mediwizard in charge made him glower at the pages, competent enough at potions, but hardly in Snape’s league. There were a dozen things right off he could think of that would have minimized the damage at the time, but the other man had simply not had the knowledge to do much more than keep her alive.
He could think of a couple of possible solutions to her current situation, but it would be a long process and probably painful too. He doubted she was the sort to whinge though.
Her words about the Slytherin students came back to him. Despite the fact that some of them were little Death-Eaters-in-training, Slytherin house was his. They were his children, his responsibilind hnd his family.
Watching some of them make the mistakes he had once made hurt him, but he knew the attitudes of the other teachers and students only served to drive some of them faster into the darkness. It would be nice to have a neutral party around, someone who didn’t think in terms of houses, but in terms of children, students with all the same fears and needs, regardless of parentage.
It was late, he was tired and the first day of class was tomorrow. He would pull out his speech and set about terrifying the next generation into not blowing up his classroom. Not that it would work.
With that grim thought he hauled himself off to sleep, already formulating potions to stimulate the damaged nerves in Kathryn’s leg. He didn’t even realize that he hadn’t actually agreed to help her.
AN - I know it\'s a short chapter, but I will upload the next one quickly.
Thank you to my reveiwers, I appreciate the support.
Severus Snape reclined across the battered black couch in his own quarters with a feeling of calm he had rarely experienced after meeting the latest Defense teacher. He usually came back with a migraine and a need to break things.
He was reading through Agent Leblanc’s dossier and it was proving interesting reading indeed. The mere fact that she had thought to bring it to him at all said volumes about the woman. She had told him it was an even exchange, as she had read his files, but he was simply unused to that sort of professional courtesy. Hell, he was unused to any sort of courtesy at all from most people.
The Ministry certainly would never have shown him such consideration. He snorted to himself, trying to imagine Fudge giving him classified information. Hell would freeze first.
The file was fascinating, she was a veritable James Bond, though her forte seemed to be analysis, if there had been more field capable agents, he doubted they would have let her out at all.
The medical reports on the Naga venom and subsequent damage was however, more interesting to him than the dry accounts of objectives secured, those were probably more interesting to hear first hand anyway. The poison had burned and destroyed flesh as well as doing neurological damage. She was damn lucky to be alive.
Though he would have to ask her about the Cairo operation, even the bare outline of it sounded incredible.
The reports of the Mediwizard in charge made him glower at the pages, competent enough at potions, but hardly in Snape’s league. There were a dozen things right off he could think of that would have minimized the damage at the time, but the other man had simply not had the knowledge to do much more than keep her alive.
He could think of a couple of possible solutions to her current situation, but it would be a long process and probably painful too. He doubted she was the sort to whinge though.
Her words about the Slytherin students came back to him. Despite the fact that some of them were little Death-Eaters-in-training, Slytherin house was his. They were his children, his responsibilind hnd his family.
Watching some of them make the mistakes he had once made hurt him, but he knew the attitudes of the other teachers and students only served to drive some of them faster into the darkness. It would be nice to have a neutral party around, someone who didn’t think in terms of houses, but in terms of children, students with all the same fears and needs, regardless of parentage.
It was late, he was tired and the first day of class was tomorrow. He would pull out his speech and set about terrifying the next generation into not blowing up his classroom. Not that it would work.
With that grim thought he hauled himself off to sleep, already formulating potions to stimulate the damaged nerves in Kathryn’s leg. He didn’t even realize that he hadn’t actually agreed to help her.
AN - I know it\'s a short chapter, but I will upload the next one quickly.
Thank you to my reveiwers, I appreciate the support.