Title: Shadow
Author: --Starbuck--
Rating: PG13
Summary: Someone from Snape's past is the new DaDa teacher...PLEASE READ! It's not that horrible...
Genre: Drama/Romance
Severus Snape awoke just before dawn, like he did every morning. Beginning of a new year, beginning of a new awful year, filled with annoying first years, the insects that never got the gist and flew away no matter how many times you swatted at them. All the way up to seventh years, who sometimes thought they were too good for the rules, too good for the teachers, just wanting to get out.
And then, as it had been for the past few years, a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. This made Snape sneer, Dumbledore always found a replacement. Of course Snape couldn't blame Dumbledore...
He climbed out of bed, knowing that today would be his last student-free day before the term began. He wished it would last.
==XxXxX==
Snape, dressed in robes that seemed blacker than usual, sat at the opposite end of the table from Professor Sprout, the only other person up at this hour. She was busy reading something, and Snape hurridly ate, glaring at the house tables in front of him. Tomorrow they would be filled with students. Then more would come through the door, and be all nervous as the sat on the stool and put the Sorting Hat on his head.
He could almost hear his name being called...
~*
Snape, Severus!
Snape walked up to the stool, trying not to show his nervousness. He glanced at the Slytherin table. All his family had been there, it'd be a disgrace if he didn't go, his parents would--
SLYTHERIN! The hat shouted, and he walked over and sat down among the applause--
*~
"Good morning, Severus," Dumbledore said as he sat in the middle of the table and food appeared on his plate.
"Good morning, Headmaster," he greeted icily.
When he finished eating, he got up to leave, and as he did he almost ran into someone. He assumed it was the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
"'scuse me," she mumbled coldly and sat down beside the chair Snape had just occupied, glaring.
Snape said nothing, but glared at the back of her head, and then made his way down to the dungeouns to check his secret stores. Potter would not be stealing any more from his office, he was going to make sure of that...
==XxXxX==
Snape woke up again, very reluctant. After he dressed he exited his room, already hearing the talk of the students. Then another figure exited right before him, dressed in long, black, billowing robes identical to his. He put on a sneer and walked past her.
"Hey, watch it," she growled. Snape hadn't even seen her face clearly yet, but he already hated her.
The entered the Great Hall together, in silence. Snape glanced at the Gryffindor table and saw Harry Potter's face instantly and glared at him, although he was talking to Hermione Granger and didn't notice.
"Nice, isn't it?" He sneered.
"Glorious," she replied in the same tone.
Snape had a strange feeling that he had met her before, as they took the only two seats remaining, which were adjacent to each other. They both glared at the table. He knew he had seen her somewhere...
"Did you go to Hogwarts?" He blurted out, but he was relieved at how cold it sounded...
"Yes. Why?" She snapped back, glaring at the first years who had just come through the door behind Professor McGonagall.
"Nothing, just thought I'd seen you somewhere before."
"I was in Slytherin."
That was a surprise to Snape. There was silence for a moment.
"So?"
"So what?"
"So what house were you in?"
"Slytherin. And I'm head of Slytherin."
There was no more time for nasty comments or icy remarks, because the Sorting had just finished and Dumbledore stood up.
"I know that you are anxious to eat, but before you get sleepy I want to remind you of a few rules." He looked very pointedly--although his eyes were twinkling--at the Gryffindor table, especially where Harry, Hermione, Ron, Fred, and George were sitting. Fred and George had mock expressions of innocence on their faces.
"The Forbidden Forest is out of bounds to all students," his eyes flashed once again at Fred and Georgie. "No magic is to be used in the corridors between classes. Mr. Filch has a list of items that aren't allowed on school property, which can be viewed in his office." As he continued with the rules, he kept glancing at the Weasley twins. "...and finally, I would like to introduce you to our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Laszla Sistare." There was a mild scatter of applause as Laszla Sistare glared at all the students.
"Let the feast begin," he concluded, and sat down.
==XxXxX==
Snape sneered at all the students he saw on his way to the dungeons, whether they were Slytherins or not. He told some off for standing in one place too long, and when he saw Harry and Hermione talked in whispered voices he took five points off of Gryffindor for loitering and plotting against a teacher. Then he saw Fred and George Weasley with a piece of parchment, scribbling things, but they took off and ran before he could say anything.
When he finally reached the staircase, he again saw the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Laszla Sistare.
"I thought your classroom was up there," Snape sneered, pointing upwards.
Laszla smirked. "I decided to have it moved. Is there a problem?" She asked sweetly, putting on an innocent face.
"Yes, there is a problem. That," he guestered to his classroom, "is my class. I don't want you near my class."
Laszla glared again. "Too bad, Severus," she snapped. Then she took out her wand from the folds of her robes, pointed it at Snape, and muttere something before he could react. Then she laughed and walked into her office, which led to her room.
Snape stormed into his office, slammed the door shut, ran into his bedroom, and stared at the mirror, before slamming his fist into it.
His greasy black hair was flashing all different colors.
Laszla Sistare of Slytherin was going to pay.
==XxXxX==
Lol, it's not gonna be all Laszla-curses-Snape Snape-curses-Laszla stuff, there's a plot...;)
Author: --Starbuck--
Rating: PG13
Summary: Someone from Snape's past is the new DaDa teacher...PLEASE READ! It's not that horrible...
Genre: Drama/Romance
Severus Snape awoke just before dawn, like he did every morning. Beginning of a new year, beginning of a new awful year, filled with annoying first years, the insects that never got the gist and flew away no matter how many times you swatted at them. All the way up to seventh years, who sometimes thought they were too good for the rules, too good for the teachers, just wanting to get out.
And then, as it had been for the past few years, a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. This made Snape sneer, Dumbledore always found a replacement. Of course Snape couldn't blame Dumbledore...
He climbed out of bed, knowing that today would be his last student-free day before the term began. He wished it would last.
==XxXxX==
Snape, dressed in robes that seemed blacker than usual, sat at the opposite end of the table from Professor Sprout, the only other person up at this hour. She was busy reading something, and Snape hurridly ate, glaring at the house tables in front of him. Tomorrow they would be filled with students. Then more would come through the door, and be all nervous as the sat on the stool and put the Sorting Hat on his head.
He could almost hear his name being called...
~*
Snape, Severus!
Snape walked up to the stool, trying not to show his nervousness. He glanced at the Slytherin table. All his family had been there, it'd be a disgrace if he didn't go, his parents would--
SLYTHERIN! The hat shouted, and he walked over and sat down among the applause--
*~
"Good morning, Severus," Dumbledore said as he sat in the middle of the table and food appeared on his plate.
"Good morning, Headmaster," he greeted icily.
When he finished eating, he got up to leave, and as he did he almost ran into someone. He assumed it was the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
"'scuse me," she mumbled coldly and sat down beside the chair Snape had just occupied, glaring.
Snape said nothing, but glared at the back of her head, and then made his way down to the dungeouns to check his secret stores. Potter would not be stealing any more from his office, he was going to make sure of that...
==XxXxX==
Snape woke up again, very reluctant. After he dressed he exited his room, already hearing the talk of the students. Then another figure exited right before him, dressed in long, black, billowing robes identical to his. He put on a sneer and walked past her.
"Hey, watch it," she growled. Snape hadn't even seen her face clearly yet, but he already hated her.
The entered the Great Hall together, in silence. Snape glanced at the Gryffindor table and saw Harry Potter's face instantly and glared at him, although he was talking to Hermione Granger and didn't notice.
"Nice, isn't it?" He sneered.
"Glorious," she replied in the same tone.
Snape had a strange feeling that he had met her before, as they took the only two seats remaining, which were adjacent to each other. They both glared at the table. He knew he had seen her somewhere...
"Did you go to Hogwarts?" He blurted out, but he was relieved at how cold it sounded...
"Yes. Why?" She snapped back, glaring at the first years who had just come through the door behind Professor McGonagall.
"Nothing, just thought I'd seen you somewhere before."
"I was in Slytherin."
That was a surprise to Snape. There was silence for a moment.
"So?"
"So what?"
"So what house were you in?"
"Slytherin. And I'm head of Slytherin."
There was no more time for nasty comments or icy remarks, because the Sorting had just finished and Dumbledore stood up.
"I know that you are anxious to eat, but before you get sleepy I want to remind you of a few rules." He looked very pointedly--although his eyes were twinkling--at the Gryffindor table, especially where Harry, Hermione, Ron, Fred, and George were sitting. Fred and George had mock expressions of innocence on their faces.
"The Forbidden Forest is out of bounds to all students," his eyes flashed once again at Fred and Georgie. "No magic is to be used in the corridors between classes. Mr. Filch has a list of items that aren't allowed on school property, which can be viewed in his office." As he continued with the rules, he kept glancing at the Weasley twins. "...and finally, I would like to introduce you to our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Laszla Sistare." There was a mild scatter of applause as Laszla Sistare glared at all the students.
"Let the feast begin," he concluded, and sat down.
==XxXxX==
Snape sneered at all the students he saw on his way to the dungeons, whether they were Slytherins or not. He told some off for standing in one place too long, and when he saw Harry and Hermione talked in whispered voices he took five points off of Gryffindor for loitering and plotting against a teacher. Then he saw Fred and George Weasley with a piece of parchment, scribbling things, but they took off and ran before he could say anything.
When he finally reached the staircase, he again saw the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Laszla Sistare.
"I thought your classroom was up there," Snape sneered, pointing upwards.
Laszla smirked. "I decided to have it moved. Is there a problem?" She asked sweetly, putting on an innocent face.
"Yes, there is a problem. That," he guestered to his classroom, "is my class. I don't want you near my class."
Laszla glared again. "Too bad, Severus," she snapped. Then she took out her wand from the folds of her robes, pointed it at Snape, and muttere something before he could react. Then she laughed and walked into her office, which led to her room.
Snape stormed into his office, slammed the door shut, ran into his bedroom, and stared at the mirror, before slamming his fist into it.
His greasy black hair was flashing all different colors.
Laszla Sistare of Slytherin was going to pay.
==XxXxX==
Lol, it's not gonna be all Laszla-curses-Snape Snape-curses-Laszla stuff, there's a plot...;)