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Revenge of the Scorned
By Kazza
"I said go to your common room!" Professor Severus Snape glared at Hermoine Granger and Ron Weasley. He'd caught them sneaking around the corridors of Hogwarts Castle long after they should have been asleep in their respective beds.
The fourth year students muttered, "Yes, Professor Snape," and headed off down the dark corridor.
"And no detours." Snape called after them.
"No wonder he hasn't got a girlfriend," Hermoine said grumpily. "No one would put up with him."
"Hush Hermoine," Ron hissed. "He'll hear you." Ron didn't want to be on the Potions teacher's bad side this close to exam time.
"Wouldn't matter if he did!" Hermoine replied, uncertainly. Ron was still muttering at her when the turned the corner.
Two hours later, Snape pushed his chair back from his desk and flicked his greasy hair out of his eyes. The Granger brat's comments were preying on his mind. He looked around the dark room, the chilling atmosphere was not helping his mood.
Snape sighed and put the essays he had been marking into his desk drawer. He was about to leave his office when the memory surfaced, yet again.
It was almost twenty years since he'd admitted his love to the prettiest girl in Hogwarts. The image of the moment was etched on his memory: her figure; her beautiful hair; those eyes he could drown in; her dazzling smile. That smile had transformed the noisy Slytherin versus Griffindor Quidditch match into the most serene place in the world.
"By Slytherin's Heir!" snarled Snape at the empty room. "Listen to yourself man. Pathetic!"
The other memories surfaced now, as they always did. Her defection to his rival, the countless lies, the marriage to her rival which she swore was loveless. Severus had followed her, determined to steal her from her husband and accepting lie after lie from her until her son was born.
The child's birth had woken Severus' as effectively as a bucket of water. At that moment, he remembered his late Mother's advice. "Get the bastards but only when the time is right."
By then he was in Lord Voldemort's clutches, as was his rival. Years of lying to everyone had made Snape's rival weak and Severus knew it. All Snape had to do was to weaken the other man's position and bide his time. But Lord Voldemort had other ideas and soon Snape found himself with only two options; aid his rival or join the other side.
Severus wondered if Albus Dumbledore knew the real reason he'd acquired a spy all those years ago. Or the real reason he found it so hard to treat her son the same as he treated all the other students in his care.
Severus smiled coldly and drew the boy's homework out of his desk drawer. As he added an extra five points to the already inflated mark, Severus chuckled coldly.
"He will respect and like me more than he likes you," he whispered into the cold night air. "I promise you that, Lucius."
The End
Revenge of the Scorned
By Kazza
"I said go to your common room!" Professor Severus Snape glared at Hermoine Granger and Ron Weasley. He'd caught them sneaking around the corridors of Hogwarts Castle long after they should have been asleep in their respective beds.
The fourth year students muttered, "Yes, Professor Snape," and headed off down the dark corridor.
"And no detours." Snape called after them.
"No wonder he hasn't got a girlfriend," Hermoine said grumpily. "No one would put up with him."
"Hush Hermoine," Ron hissed. "He'll hear you." Ron didn't want to be on the Potions teacher's bad side this close to exam time.
"Wouldn't matter if he did!" Hermoine replied, uncertainly. Ron was still muttering at her when the turned the corner.
Two hours later, Snape pushed his chair back from his desk and flicked his greasy hair out of his eyes. The Granger brat's comments were preying on his mind. He looked around the dark room, the chilling atmosphere was not helping his mood.
Snape sighed and put the essays he had been marking into his desk drawer. He was about to leave his office when the memory surfaced, yet again.
It was almost twenty years since he'd admitted his love to the prettiest girl in Hogwarts. The image of the moment was etched on his memory: her figure; her beautiful hair; those eyes he could drown in; her dazzling smile. That smile had transformed the noisy Slytherin versus Griffindor Quidditch match into the most serene place in the world.
"By Slytherin's Heir!" snarled Snape at the empty room. "Listen to yourself man. Pathetic!"
The other memories surfaced now, as they always did. Her defection to his rival, the countless lies, the marriage to her rival which she swore was loveless. Severus had followed her, determined to steal her from her husband and accepting lie after lie from her until her son was born.
The child's birth had woken Severus' as effectively as a bucket of water. At that moment, he remembered his late Mother's advice. "Get the bastards but only when the time is right."
By then he was in Lord Voldemort's clutches, as was his rival. Years of lying to everyone had made Snape's rival weak and Severus knew it. All Snape had to do was to weaken the other man's position and bide his time. But Lord Voldemort had other ideas and soon Snape found himself with only two options; aid his rival or join the other side.
Severus wondered if Albus Dumbledore knew the real reason he'd acquired a spy all those years ago. Or the real reason he found it so hard to treat her son the same as he treated all the other students in his care.
Severus smiled coldly and drew the boy's homework out of his desk drawer. As he added an extra five points to the already inflated mark, Severus chuckled coldly.
"He will respect and like me more than he likes you," he whispered into the cold night air. "I promise you that, Lucius."
The End