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*Warning: Mild violence, swearing.
It was a dull, damp day as the students of Hogwarts bustled around getting ready for breakfast.
As students did this, Severus Snape stood from the top of the Grand Staircase and watched. He had been doing this for the past month now, as he had been appointed headmaster. He had been spending most of his time in his office, ordering the Carrows to do all the work for him.
One evening, there was a heavy knock at the door. Snape stood from his chair and moved swiftly towards it.
"Yes?" He said, opening it a crack. There McGonagall stood, as tall as a twig.
"Professor, the Carrows would like to speak with you." She said, her voice stern. She had no fear of Severus once so ever. Any that she did, was kept well hidden. Severus sad nothing but walked straight past Professor McGonagall, not making eye contact. He had been avoiding her ever since a month ago when they had a row.
"Where?" He said plainly, looking down the corridor ahead of him.
"The Dungeons." She replied earnestly. Professor Snape nodded curtly and walked toward the Dungeons, leaving Professor McGonagall standing at his office.
Snape moved, without a sound towards the Dungeons on the bottom floor of the castle, not far from his office. As he walked, he passed three eager Slytherins withholding a Gryffindor boy whom they claimed had tried to hex them. He ordered them to take him back to Gryffindor tower, and he would take care of it later. The group of Slytherins looked at each other, stunned. Usually he would have requested punishment. They nodded and let their professor pass without question.
Reaching the Dungeons, he spotted the Carrow's standing at the back of the room. They were each holding Neville Longbottom by one of his arms, tight as iron.
"What is Longbottom doing here?" He asked, looking from one to the other.
"This boy refused to fallow regulated instructions in Dark Arts, sir." Alecto said angrily. Neville swallowed. He had been sweating from head to toe as the Carrows held him there, stiff for the past hour and a half. "What should we do with him?" She asked, glaring at Neville with a wicked smile.
"Leave him for me. I'll take care of him." Severus instructed. The Carrows nodded curtly, leaving the dungeons. But not before freezing both of Neville's hands to the stone wall.