Spell Master

Author: Babychan


email: baby_chan1778@yahoo.com or babychan1778@yahoo.com

Title: Spell Master

Rating: R

Series: Yes. Chapter 5/?

Parings: H/D S/N/L N/B

Summary: The wizarding world is going to find out that Harry Potter is not the only one with awesome powers. Its a Pro-Slytherin and Pro-Draco fic. This is slash fiction. This is also the re-edited version.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all its characters do NOT belong to me :( (pout) I’m just writing for the fun of it. I get no money for it whatsoever.

A.N.: Please be gentle with your reviews. This is my first fanfic.

Spell Master


Snape was in his living quarters, in the dungeons, magically unpacking his belonging and placing them in the appropriate place. He still had an hour before the students arrived, and he wanted to get as much done as possible. He wasn’t sure what his stepson had in mind for his House this year, but the boy was determined in what ever his plan was. And a determined Draco was never a good thing. He wanted to see what the boy was up to.

With a flick of the wrist, hundreds of tomes flew in the air before they were neatly placed on the bookshelves that lined the wall. The raven-haired man smirked at his ability to use wandless magic. It was a forbidden skill because it was considered dark. Snape snorted. It wasn’t dark, it was difficult. And in the man’s opinion, too often the two were confused.

Usually, the professor didn’t have to go through the pains of unpacking. He had lived at Hogwarts since before his daughter’s death. However, the events that occurred at the end of the year banquet infuriated him to no end, and he left after the students and spent the summer at his ancestral home of Snape Castle.
~~~~~~~

The end of the year banquet was almost an exact replica of Draco’s first year. Slytherin had won the House Cup. Ravenclaw was in 2nd place, but this time Gryffindor took the third place instead of Hufflepuff. Though Gryffindor won the Qudditch Cup that year, they lost the House Cup because of the constant loss of points due to Fred and George Weasley’s practical jokes on the professors, the increased amount of hostilities toward members of the Slytherin House, and the inner turmoil within the Gryffindor House.

However, despite all of these legitimate reasons for Gryffindor to loose the House Cup, at the last minute, Dumbledore made up a few ridiculous reason’s why certain members of *his* House deserved astronomical amounts of points, which just so happened to even them in points with the House of the Snake.

It was a blatant show of Gryffindor favoritism, just like the first year.

Then to top it off, Dumbledore awarded Hermione Granger 10 points, to bring them over the top, for a paper she had written on the “Mystical Connotations of the 13 Cyclic Contiguous Cynosures.”

A little over a bakers dozen of students wrote a paper on that same subject, for it was a contest, and Draco was one of those students. Unlike the other students, the Slytherin decided early on, not to even bother with the school’s library. He knew that there wouldn’t be enough information to fully supply all of the contestants. So while Granger’s paper, and all the other student’s papers were lacking important information, due to the lack of information on the subject, Draco’s paper was stellar. Unlike the others, the Slytherin, didn’t limit his research to the Hogwarts library. He gathered books from the Malfoy library, the Snape library, and dozens of tomes from the library in his mother’s palace. He also used his influence and his money to gather everything ever known, from the experts of those guiding stars. He was determined to win.

In the beginning, it was the professors who were the judges of the contest. But in the end, they only proved themselves to be too inept to be fair. Besides Snape and Trelawney, who archived Draco’s paper to refer to it in her astrology class, the other professors refused to acknowledge the Slytherin’s hard work. They accused him of cheating and having someone write it for him. Of course, their only proof to substantiate their accusations was that he was Draco *Malfoy* and a Slytherin. Though the latter was left unsaid, but heavily implied.

The Potions Master personally knew how hard his stepson worked on that paper. He also knew that Draco didn’t cheat, for the boy not only constantly pestered him about the paper, but all the members of his family as well. The Malfoy heir may cheat in sports, and in many other things as well, but not as it concerns with his education. His father, Lucius, would never tolerate it. For the Malfoys prided themselves on their above average intelligence. It was an unwritten rule to know everything about *everything.* And it was privately joked that if they weren’t so ambitious and Slytherin in heart, then all the Malfoys would have definitely been sorted into Ravenclaw.

If the professors really believed that Draco cheated, all they had to do was ask the Slytherin random questions about the subject and his paper. They would have quickly found out, that because of his extensive research, the young Slytherin was now an expert on the Mystical Connotations of the 13 Cyclic Contiguous Cynosures. Yet, no one besides Snape was willing to do that. Instead, they wanted to believe the worst. Therefore, because of this blatant prejudice against Malfoy, Snape argued a great debate against the other faculty, and in the end, the final decision was agreed to be decided by Dumbledore.

Unfortunately, the Headmaster favored his house. Again.

The Gryffindors went wild! They had won the House Cup! They had beat Slytherin, *again!* They had beat Malfoy, and they purposely rubbed the House of the Snake’s noses in it with their boisterous shouts of glee.

Immediately after the dramatic change of the Slytherin tapestry into Gryffindors, Draco stood up. The boy was *furious* and his anger was written a thousand times over his face as he glared at the crimson and gold flags that were floating on the ceiling.

The entire hall went silent in fear of what he was going to do. The flaxen-haired Slytherin rarely expressed his anger beyond his characteristic sneer. Now he looked mad enough to kill. Most people thought that he was going to do exactly that.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he turned his attention to the Headmaster and spoke in a cultured drawl that was loud enough for everyone to hear.

“*Hypocrisy*.... Thy name.... is *Gryffindor.*”

His eyes turned from gray into silver snake-like slits right before he gave the older man an exaggerated and elaborate mock bow as he finished his little speech.

“May you burn in hell.”

The prince then chose that moment to gracefully walk away from the table and out of the grand double doors. After he left, all the Slytherin got up and left the Great Hall in protest of the blatant injustice and Gryffindor favoritism. Neville quickly left his spot, at the far and empty corner of the Gryffindor table and went to comfort his boyfriend. After Longbottom’s departure, a few pureblood seventh year Ravenclaws left in protest as well. Iman was one of them. Dumbledore didn’t just favor his own house above of the Slytherins, he favored them over Ravenclaw as well, pushing them into the third place that rightfully belong to Gryffindor.

McGonagall tried to stop the students from leaving, with threats and a sharp tone, but no one cared what she had to say. It was the end of the year, and it wasn’t like they were in fear of losing the House Cup if she took points from everyone. No, they had already, unfairly, lost the House Cup.

When the last disgruntled student left the Great Hall, there were murmurs of confusion throughout the students who remained. No one was sure what was going to happen now. This had never happened before and many were afraid and curious to see how Malfoy’s wrath was going to play out.

As Dumbledore tried to calm and reassure everyone, the Potions Master stood up to leave. He was not only leaving the banquet in protest, he was leaving because he knew that the students in his House were mad enough to burn the school down.

Not even a second after that horrid thought passed through his mind, the large double doors, the only entrance and exit of the Great Hall, slammed shut with a thunderous boom.

Again, everyone was shocked into silence. Actually, they were terrified into it. Then, not even a second later, every flag, tapestry, emblem and shield that displayed the insignia of the Lion House on it, burst into flames.

Screams erupted from everyone, teachers as well. These weren’t ordinary flames. No, these flames were the work of the...

“Fire Pixies!!” Professor Geta yelled completely terrified.

Complete and utter panic ensued when the tiny, fairy-like, demon fireballs separated from the flames and into thousands of living sparks. Immediately, the pixies started attacking the students and the teachers as they burned everything they could touch.

It was complete mayhem and in desperation, everyone ran toward the doors to get away. Sadly, they couldn’t get them open.

With no where to run, the situation quickly turned into a war of survival and vengeance. It was a deadly war that the students and teachers were unfortunately losing. Spells of water only turned into steam and all other spells were equally as useless.

Normally, it would have been impossible to start a fire in Hogwarts, but again, these were no ordinary flames. Fire pixies were creatures birthed from a magical fire, and that type of flame could only be called into life with the darkest of magic. Only Dark Masters could call on fire pixies and only a Dark Master could control them. That was one of the reasons Dumbledore and the rest of his staff’s counter attacks were ineffective. They were powerful as it related to light magic. Unfortunately, the fear of becoming corrupted hindered them from learning true dark magic. Even Professor Geta, who was the DADA teacher was at a loss at what to do.

Luckily for all of them, they had a true Dark Master in the midst. Luckily from them, Snape was there. He was the only person who was calm throughout the chaos. So while not being observed, the Potions Master performed a secret wiggling of this wand and spoke some secret words, in an ancient tongue, and the fire pixies extinguished as quickly as the combusted into life.

Though no one died, almost everyone, besides Snape, had at least a 1st, 2nd, or 3rd degree burns.

Snape did another spell and the doors opened.

Dumbledore was furious. No, that was an understatement. There is no word, in any language to describe the anger the older wizard felt at that moment. After he barked the orders for the teachers to tend to the injured students, had made his way toward the dungeons in a black cloud of fury. His magical energy was crackling around.

Despite his orders, Snape immediately followed the older man. He could tell that the Headmaster was out for blood. Pureblood that is. One particular Slytherin’s pureblood.

When the Headmaster reached the Slytherin dungeons and the boy’s room, he found Draco at his desk, immersed in writing a terribly scathing letter to his father about the Headmaster and the loss of the House Cup.

The smell of smoke and burnt flesh drew the young Malfoy‘s attention from his parchment and toward his bedroom door.

When his crystal gaze fell upon the furious and badly burned Headmaster all he could do, was ask, “What in the seven hells happened to you?!” as he delicately covered his tiny nose with his hand.

When Draco first caught whiff of the unpleasant smell, the blond initially thought that Vincent or Greg botched up the food that they were trying to transfigure to eat, since they walked out of dinner. Now, he was curious to what happened to the Headmaster and to *why* the older man glowering at him.

“Mister Malfoy!” Dumbledore growled dangerously. “You. Are. Expelled! And I will* personally* see to it that you go to Azkaban for what you have done tonight!” The Headmaster was gripping his wand so tightly it almost broke. It took all his will power not to point his wand at the amazingly, angelic looking child and use one of the forbidden curses on him.

The boy was shocked by what he was told, then his brain processed what was said.

Draco was not amused.

The Malfoy heir stood up with forced calm. “For what *I‘ve* done tonight?” He sneered. “Dumbledore, as much clout as you believe you have... I seriously doubt that you can expel me for walking out of dinner. And as for the threat of Azkaban...” Gray eyes flickered to the man’s wand. He wasn’t stupid, the Slytherin knew this was a threat if he had ever seen one. “I think you better worry about your *own* fate.”

Though the young prince could feel the older man’s power radiating off of him, he didn’t express any of the fear he felt. No, he stood firm, for he was a Malfoy.

Dumbledore’s usually mirthful eyes glinted dangerously. He had *never* felt so angry in his entire life. In his opinion, the boy in front of him, the one sneering at him, was evil incarnate and as bad as Voldemort himself. At that moment, Dumbledore felt that the world would be a better place without Draco Malfoy. So, without thinking of the consequences, the Headmaster started to raise his wand and point it at the boy, but whatever he was going to do beyond that point was stopped by a very low, and *very* dangerous voice.

“Albus... as much as I respect you,” Snape started and pointed his wand at the older and more powerful wizard. “I won’t allow you to harm *my* son!”

Draco just stood there, with wide eyes as they shifted fearfully between both men. He honestly had no clue to what brought this on. All he knew was that one of the adults, in his room, was going to kill him and the other was going to kill for him.

~~~~~~~

Severus sighed at that memory. That had to be the single most worst night in his entire life! It ranked up there with the day he found out Lucius got married and just behind the night he was almost killed by Lupin.

Thankfully, Dumbledore realized the error in his judgment and quickly left the boy’s room. The Headmaster was ashamed. Ashamed because he knew that he would have probably killed Draco if Severus didn’t stop him.

After Dumbledore left, Draco’s shock turned into rage. For the first time in his young life, the boy was angry enough to actually change into True Veela Fury. He had come close before, but this was the first time he had made the complete change. And in a jumbled, combined mess of seven different languages, Draco swore –on his last name– that he was going to kill the Headmaster with his bare hands, if it was the last thing he would ever do!

While the Potions Master decided on how to handle this situation, he allowed his son to verbosely vent with curse words so vile they would make Satan blush. Severus also knew that once Lucius got wind of this incident, all hell was going to break loose. *No one* threatened the life of *his* child and lived to get away with it. Not even the Dark Lord himself had the right to harm Draco. The young prince was the precious and beloved child of a demon princess and two Dark Masters. Not dark wizards mind you, Dark Masters. However, no one would ever tell Narcissa and while Severus hardly ever allowed his anger to cloud his sense of reasoning, Lucius could, and would, become blind with fury. The flaxen-haired man already hated the Headmaster with an unbridled passion. So the Potions Master knew that once his ex husband learned of this incident, Lucius would do nothing short of opening the pits of Hell to ensure retribution.

And he could do it too. Lucius was, after all, a demon.

With this in mind, Snape knew that he couldn’t just think like a father anymore. It was his paternal love that made him take up arms against the Headmaster. Albeit, Severus wasn’t going to allow anyone to hurt his son, –even if it wasn’t by blood– either. Snape also knew that something was amiss. Throughout the boy’s multi-lingual rant, the raven-haired man deciphered that Draco had absolutely no clue to that what provoked the Headmaster’s attack. He had no idea about the fire or the pixies. As far as the prince was concerned, Dumbledore threatened him for simply walking out of dinner.

That was why Severus did what he did. He went to his son, his last living child, and under the boy’s trusting gaze, he obliviated Draco’s memory of this incident.

As a Slytherin, Severus wasn’t ruled by his heart. He looked at the big picture and he knew that once Lucius heard about this incident everything that everyone was working toward would be in vain. And amazingly enough that goal was getting rid of Voldemort.

The elder Malfoy had grown tired of the Dark Lord and felt that the deformed dark wizard had outgrown his usefulness. But the problem of breaking away was not so much with Voldemort. That disgrace of a “dark lord” couldn’t even beat the novice wizard Harry Potter. No, the problem was with Voldemort’s legions of minions, and the fact that joining the death eaters was like joining the mob. The only way out was death his or Voldemorts. And since Lucius had no plan which included *his* death, that meant Voldemort was living on borrowed time.

So Lucius had a plan to breakaway, but to accomplish this task the blond man needed certain people, *alive.* Harry Potter and Dumbledore were important figureheads in keeping people believing that You-Know -Who could be defeated. So if the Headmaster was savagely murdered by an irate father, not only would the people lose hope, the small advantage they had over the Dark Lord would be greatly diminished.

Not only that, once the rest of the Slytherin House found out about Dumbledore’s transgression against one of their own, all of Snape’s subtle, yet effective, work in placing seeds of doubt in his students minds about joining the death eaters would be for naught. The raven-haired man knew that the main reason most of the students of his House ended up going Voldemort wasn’t because of family obligation, though that did play a part. What the other Houses didn’t know, or care, was that most Slytherin usually followed the Dark Lord as result of going to Hogwarts.

The young snakes spent their most impressionable years of their life treated as though they were *evil* from the moment the sorting hat cried out *Slytherin*!!. They were a product of their environment and forced to live up to a reputation that pigeon-holded them from the very beginning. They had no choice but to learn how to scheme and cheat because they quickly found out that they had to work twice as hard to achieve the same recognition as the other Houses. Also, there was so much hate toward the followers of Voldemort that sadly, the Slytherins, who were deemed undoubtedly evil by the rest of the school, were usually the ones who were attacked by the other student’s displaced anger, whether the Slytherin was a future follower or not. So the Slytherins had to watch their backs, at all times, and learn how to pull their wand out faster than the other guy. They learned this, so at the first sign of danger, they would be able to attack first. In Slytherin opinion, it was always better to get reprimanded by a professor than allow a student to defeat and bully you for the rest of the year. The young snakes also taught themselves how to use the art of fear to their benefit, so to avoid future confrontations. Lastly, those of the House of Slytheirn had to learn how to school their outward reactions into those of indifference, or perpetual anger, because when it came down to dishing out punishment, whether the Slytherin student was guilty or not, *they* were always punished first and never asked to explain what happen. It was always the word of the other House taken before theirs. No matter what.

Snape remembered his own years at Hogwarts. The Golden children, the Marauders would always harass the Slytherin House and never once did they ever truly get into trouble. No instead, the Headmaster would twinkle his eyes and warmly chide his favorite lot. But when the Snake House would retaliate, *they* were given punishments and harsh punishments at that.

It made for miserable memories of the school he attended. Unfortunately, it was *still* miserable for Slytherins and that unhappiness was etched into each of their frowning faces.

It was Dumbledore’s hand who pushed Snape to the edge of no return. So like Severus, who followed Voldemort because of the way his attempted murder was handled, most Slytherin, who joined the death eater ranks, in their teens, did it in hopes to achieve power over those they felt suppressed them. It seemed that only Lucius Malfoy joined for reasons other than revenge. The flaxen-haired man had his own plan even before he allowed the mark to burn into his skin.

However, Snape also knew that he jumped into the pit of darkness with both feet, but his eyes were blinded by thoughts of revenge. That was why he stayed here at Hogwarts, to teach, when he could be doing bigger and greater things. If he could help it, the Potions Master was determined never to let what happened to him, happen to Draco or any other Slytherins.

He stayed because he knew that no one else was going to care enough to save them.

~~~~~

Severus tiredly sat down in a large comfortable chair, in his private sitting room. He needed to rest for a bit. In a few minutes, the students were due to arrive, and the professor wanted to saver these few moments of solitude.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t going to be alone for long. A gentle knocking was heard at his door.

Reluctantly, the Potions Master answered it.

“Ah Severus!” Albus smiled at the stoned faced man in front of him. “I was wondering if you wanted to share a spot of tea with me?”

Severus stared at the older man with an unreadable gaze before he stepped back from the doorway to allow the man in.

The Headmaster looked around the small quarters as he took a seat. Severus took the one directly across.

“As you can see,” The dark haired man gestured to the room, which was in disarray. “I wasn’t expecting company. So there is no tea to share.”

“Yes yes..” The older man smiled and nodded as he ignored the not so polite dismissal. “That’s alright.” He assured in a smile. “I really just came down here to chat a bit.”

“Of course.” Snape drawled slowly. “And what pray tell would you like to chat about?”

“Yes, what *did* I want to chat about...” The older man said absently as he looked around the small room, again. After accessing everything, he trained his blue eyes on the man in front of him. “Well, actually I came to talk about your son...Draco.” He pulled out some candy from a pouch then offered some to the dark haired man. “Lemon drop?”

“No thank you.” The raven-haired man said in regards of the candy. “If your concerns are of the young Malfoy‘s qualifications, I assure you that your worries are in vain. I trained him in the art of potions myself and for that fact I personally know that he is *over qualified* to teach--. ”

“Yes, yes” Albus interrupted warmly. “I received the his lesson plans last week and I find them most satisfactory.”

“Then what is the purpose of this...chat?” Severus asked as his dark eyes bore into the man.

The Headmaster schooled his reaction to remain pleasant. Any other man would have crumbled under such a piercing gaze. The older man could tell that the Potions Master was still angry about the happenings of last year, not that he blamed him. Albus could see himself doing the exact same thing if anyone threatened his children. Though for the life of him, he wasn’t sure why Snape was playing down his relation with the boy.

To say the least, Dumbledore was shocked to find out how close the Potions Master and the man’s favorite student was. He had known Severus for years, but yet, he found out that night he didn’t know the man at all.

Ever since Harry clearly identified Lucius Malfoy as a death eater, Albus always wondered why Severus never could, or would, get evidence to confirm the allegations. It wasn’t until the night he almost killed the Malfoy boy did Severus open up to him, a bit. Just a bit. In extremely brief detail, the Slytherin explained his relationship with the Malfoy family. Severus also explained that Lucius knew that he was a spy and ensured that he lived to tell the tell and *that* was why he never snitched on his ex. However, all this was done *after* Snape angrily, and thoroughly, assured him that if he *ever* tried to harm Draco again, he was going to die a long and painful death, if not by his hand, then by Lucius’s because *no one* had the right to hurt their son.

The Potions Master was always in a perpetual state of calm anger. He carried himself like bottled fury, dangerous, yet biddable, to a point. So when the Headmaster foolishly attempted to hurt Draco, that bottle shattered into dust. And for the first time Albus saw Severus *truly* angry. The older man was ill prepared for such a terrifying sight, and he hoped that he never had to see it again.

That night was going to be one for The History of Hogwarts because no one was going to forget it for a very long time.

That same night, Aurors were called, the Ministry was informed, and there had been an intense investigation to discover who started the fire. Of course Draco was the key suspect, and besides all the Slytherins, a few Ravenclaws, and Neville everyone else wanted to see him rot in Azkaban.

Lucius came as soon as he was informed of the incident, and with both fathers by his side, the flaxen-haired boy kept proclaiming his innocence. Arrogantly and angrily, Draco let it be known to all, that if he was going to try and set Hogwarts on fire, he wouldn’t have gone into the *dungeons* to write a *letter*!! He wasn’t stupid! He would never start a fire and then go trap, not only himself but his entire House *inside* of a burning building. No, he would have left the school grounds all together and watched it burn from afar.

Severus knew for a fact that Draco was telling the truth. There were several dark spells that he and Lucius never allowed Draco to learn. Those spells were kept in a secret place, known only to the two men, until they were sure that their son was mature enough not to use them in anger. Summoning fire pixies was one of those spells. And Draco was still not mature enough for them to teach him.

The aurors checked the boy’s wand, and needless to say there were no traces of the summoning spell. Although there *were* quite a few dark, but not illegal spells burned into the memory of his wand. Never the less, the spell they were looking for wasn’t there, but they were still convinced that Draco summoned the pixies. For that reason the Ministry gave the permission to use versatium on the boy and questioned him. Lucius was pissed, to say the least, but he allowed it as he quietly took names. No one was going to go unpunished for not taking his son’s word.

You see, Draco inherited more than his looks from his father. The boy also inherited the same taste for revenge.

Under the dangerous and watchful eye of Lucius Malfoy, the aurors questioned his young heir about the happenings of that night, and *only* that night. In the end, it turned out that Draco was telling the truth. He did not and had no idea of how to summon fire pixies.

All the other Slytherin were then questioned and so was Neville and the Ravenclaws who left before the fire. Again, there was no proof to incriminate *anyone.*

When the aurors seemed to be at a lose, and had no one else to accuse, seeing how all of the Slytherin were proven to be *innocent,* Draco then accused the Gryffindors for the fire. Lucius readily agreed and threatened with legalities if they allowed the Gryffindors to be above suspicion.

Draco then said something that tugged the strings of Dumbledore heart and conscious. The boy accused the fire of being a Gryffindor’s prank; A “prank that got out of hand,” because everyone knew that Slytherin was supposed to win the House Cup.

Because of the seriousness of the circumstances, the Gryffindor had their wands checked as well. Though the summoning spell was not found, interestingly enough, a few of the Gryffindors had practiced the Forbidden Curses with their wands.

The Slytherin House had a field day with *that* knowledge, for none of the snakes were caught with such *evil* etched in *their* wands. Of course, they also knew of a potion to soak their wands in that erased certain spells.

But that was a Slytherin secret.

~~~~

Dumbledore was grateful that Severus obliviated the boy’s memory of what he did. His actions were a mistake that he made in the heat of anger. He was just glad that the Potions Master understood.

“Severus,” Dumbledore began. “I... wanted to apologize.. again..for my actions that night.”

“So noted. ” The Potions Master bit out and abruptly stood up. He didn’t want to go through this again, for it only served to piss him off.

Severus walked across the small room and opened his door. “Now if you don’t mind, I need to get ready. The students should be here shortly.”

Albus sighed and shook his head slightly as he slowly got up. He wasn’t sure why, but he had hoped that this conversation would go...better...smoother...friendlier? He should have known better; Severus was the master at holding a grudge.

Dumbledore felt this whole situation was a terrible shame, because over the last few years the raven-haired man had started to open up a bit more to him. Now, he feared that Snape would cut him off completely. The Headmaster also feared that by his own actions, he would loose Severus, *again.*

Before the Headmaster walked out of the door, he turned to the taller man. “There was a reason I felt Gryffindors earned those points.... Just as there was a reason I chose Hermione’s paper as the winner...” He looked into cold onyx eyes, searching for a bit of understanding and forgiveness. What he got was an unreadable gaze. “Severus,... you do understand that, don’t you?” Albus looked hopeful.

In Dumbledore’s opinion, he didn’t allow Gryffindor to win because he favored his House. He allowed them to win because he had noticed the lack of camaraderie in the Lion House. The older man was worried about the dire consequences that the division and anger among the students, in there, would do. He had known that some of the students were practicing dark arts, even before the aurors tested the Gryffindors wands. This worried the Headmaster. So that was why he did what he did. Dumbledore felt that if he could bring his House together with a win, then he could save them from making a future bad decision, like joining the followers of You-Know-Who.

Unfortunately, the older wizard didn’t think or give the same respect to what a loss would do to the students of the House of Slytherin.

Snape looked at the man with an unwavering gaze. He knew that the older man thought he understood the reason’s for his actions and forgave him because of this understanding. In actuality, Severus didn’t understand, and would never understand, what was going on in that old man’s damned old head. And he wasn’t even going to try, for it would only give him a headache. He was also sure that it would only piss him off. It was like Dumbledore lived in a world of his own, and the only person who knew exactly what was going on was him. So instead of falsely agreeing, Snape said incredulously.

“Dumbledore, I understand that *you* have *your* reasons for everything you do.”

Melancholy etched itself in blue eyes. This friendly meeting didn‘t go as he had planned. “Yes..well..I guess I’ll be going. I’ll see you upstairs, Severus.”

The raven-haired man gave a royal nod of the head and closed his door.

The white-haired man slowly made his way down the cold dungeon corridor and sighed “This is going to be a long year.”

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