Hello again, here is another Severus Snape and OC Fic-Of-Fluff.
Disclaimer: I do not own or make a profit from this story. Severus Snape and all characters known as J.K. Rowling are hers and not mine.
It was like any other day. Hermione went down to the Great Hall for breakfast, cramming in the last bits of information before heading to the dungeons for Double Potions with Professor Snape. Harry and Ron were talking about Quidditch, naturally, so when I looked up from my book I didn't look at them. My eyes looked to the staff table, where I noticed the strangest thing.
Professor Snape had no shadow.
"Surely you have noticed how the students are staring." hissed Professor Severus Snape, Potion Master and teacher at Hogwarts school of magic, under his breath. His walk was brisk as he made his way to the dungeons, students tripping over themselves to get out of his way.
No one seemed to notice the woman that floated beside him, till they had walked right though her — chilling themselves to the core in the process. A few of the first years, still unaccustomed to ghosts wondering free in the castle, shuddered and cried out at the haunting feeling of someone going right through you.
The witch did not seem to care, a bored expression on her face. Even an annoyed expression if you noticed how hard the potion master was trying to lose her in the crowd. However, no matter how fast he walked she was right beside him.
The dungeon doors opened with a bang, causing the students' chatter to end in an instant. Severus flick his wand at the chalkboard, where his handwritten instructions appeared. Without a word, he sat behind his desk as the students began the preparations for the potion they were to make. The good thing about seventh years, beside there being such a few still in potions — they didn't need any verbal instructions or hand holding. Severus glared at seeing Mr. Potter in the class before he turned his attention to intimidating others who were still clumsy in his presence.
"Did you see her?"
"Who is she?"
"What's she doing attached to The Git?"
"Do you think he killed her? When he was a Death Eater?"
"She went right through me!" cried a first year. Hermione rolled her eyes, sitting beside Ginny, dumping her school bag to the floor.
"Honestly! Professor Snape helps Harry kill Voldemort, has his whole history put in the papers — clearly stating that he has been spy for Professor Dumbledore all these years and never killed anyone that was good — and everyone whispers he's a murderer."
"He is." said Harry, sitting next to her and reaching for the juice.
"I know that but.. It's different! He wasn't working for Voldemort."
"I know. It doesn't explain about the ghost though, either."
All three looked up at the staff table where the potion master was trying to eat, while the whole hall stared at the witch beside him. The ghost, who was shockingly beautiful, merely watched the potion master as he ate, hoovering over his right shoulder.
"Maybe she was a wanna-be lover and somehow, Snape attached her to him."
Everyone turned to Ron with raised brows. Blushing red, he shrugged a shoulder.
"Read it somewhere... one sided lovers... wanting more... stupid git." he gulped down his pumpkin juice.
Got to love Ron and his ideas... This is a shot fic as mentioned, so each chapter is roughly 500 words plus or minis with a total of 10 segments.
Forgive the beginning but it does get better, I promise! And they should believe you because..? Honestly Severus, didn't your mother teach you that if you don't have something nice to say, not to say anything at all? ... Well?