Here is an excerpt of my new SNARRY fanfic called: "Were Meant to Be". Please read and review! It's a heartwarming AU dedicated to the holidays and will take place in the modern times.
The nurse paused outside the door, her hand still grasping the door knob.
"Before we enter, Mr. Potter" she spoke softly as she peered at him in contempt. "I should warn you- if others have not already- that Mr. Snape is not a man to be reackoned with. He is quite solemn tempered but is easily angered as well. It would be wise to tread softly while in his presence. Is that understood?"
Harry slowly nodded his head. "I understand." He said.
The nurse stared at him a moment longer, prehaps to ascertain or gauge the amount of damage the boy would be able to withstand before he, too, ran off. As did so many interns before him.
And as if in agreement with something in her mind, Nurse Wendy pushed open the door to patient #68.
Severus had complained and ranted so much until a pudgy looking intern, that went by the surname: Longbottom, had finally plead "Release" and begged to be transfered to a new ward on the east wing of Hogwarts Hospice.
Minerva had pursed her lips at him, sending one of her lethal glares, which in his teenage years would have made him feel ridiculously guilty and make him want to turn into a pile of transparent liquid. But now, he equally met her glare with a scathying scowl.
"Really, Minerva" He drawled. "I don't know how on Earth you manage to find these incompetent fools. The only thing they seem to know is bollocks on absurd idiocities. And they call themselves people of science. Bah!" He scoffed at the idea. Though thinking about the fundamental baring that every medical student needed to be fullfilled.
He continued. "That last one, Longbottom, the fool, couldn't even prescribe me the right drug to take with my evening tea yesterday, did you know?"
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