The Conspiracy against Umbridge, Chapter 1
"Off you go, and don't forget to hand in your essay next time, if you won't I will have you preparing flobberworms for a whole week, including Saturday during Quidditch," said Snape.
He looked at the students, knowing that this would help to get everyone hand in their essay on time. Saturday would be the final Quidditch match and every student would like to watch, even if they had to spend hours in the library to finish their essays in time.
Snape smiled to himself, knowing that some of them would come up with lazy excuses since he expected at least 60 inches of parchment. Of course that Granger girl would hand in more, it would be better than any of the other students could write together. And of course that Weasley Boy would copy half of it and let Hermione write the other half.
Next to the Weasley boy was Potter. He looked worried, Snape smiled to himself. "Just as arrogant as his father, he probably thinks that he has a way to avoid detention since he is the seeker for the upcoming match,'' Snape said to himself. "Unfortunately that isn't going to happen". The Potter boy looked up, meeting Snape's eyes. Snape looked away; he did not want to meet Lily's eyes. Instead he looked at the rest of Harry's face he could only see his arrogant father, James, in it. Potter got up, as did the rest of the class, not being aware that Snape was still looking at him. The students were leaving the classroom, which became empty once again.
Snape sighed; he would have to go to the Great Hall for dinner. He rather had dinner downstairs, in his office in the dungeons. He didn't like his fellow colleagues very much and he knew for sure that they didn't like him either. Especially Minerva McGonagall disliked him and was often wondering why Dumbledore hired him, after the truth came out about him being a Deatheater. He sighed again, wondering also why Dumbledore trusted him. He did give valuable information to Dumbledore regarding Voldemort, but the things he did would never make up to it.
Raising from his chair and walking slowly to the door he was thinking about the rest of the students. He still had to correct some essays from some 7th years, the ones he already corrected were quite good, at least he didn't had to worry about them, which was a relief. In the meantime he did have to worry about his 5th years, the ones he just had in class. There were some that were really good at potions, such as Granger, Dean Tomas and Lavender Brown. But Longbottom, he was barely able to distinguish first year ingredients. How could he possibly get his OWLs?
Thinking about his students he made his way to the Great Hall. He didn't want to be there, but he had to discuss something with Dolores Umbridge. Apparently she was already out of Veritaserum. It would cost him a few weeks before he would have another cauldron for her.
He entered the Great Hall, looking at the teachers table. Most of the teachers were having dinner, except for Umbridge. Her eyes were scanning the students like an eagle, looking for inappropriate behaviour. She looked irritated; apparently no one dared to misbehave.
Snape walked towards her. Umbridge noticed him. "Ah, Snape, there you are! I was wondering if you could give me some new Veritaserum", she said. "I gave you a full cauldron last week, it would take me some time before I can give you another one", responded Snape.
Her eyes narrowed. "You aren't collaborating against me I hope?", she asked in her annoying sweet voice.
"Of course not, I am merely giving you an honest answer" said Snape.
"That's right", she said. "If I ever find out you're lying to me I will make sure you lose your position as a teacher".
After this she walked towards the Entrance Hall and Snape was watching her full of disrespect. "I hope the students will do something fast, if not I might have to help them".