Title: Snape's Revenge

Author: FawkesnFlame

E-mail: horselover_1296@hotmail.com

Rating: PG (language)

Category: General (for now.....)

Keywords: anything with the name Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, or Ron Weasley

Summery: Seventh year has come to the trio from Hogwarts. Love is in the air and it's the world's greatest couple that's in love (a.k.a. Harry/Hermione). But there's someone new among the staff. And she knows Snape intimately -- a side that no one else has seen. But she turns out not to be a teacher. What is she doing here and who are all these new people that keep showing up!? Why can't they be left in peace?! And what does Voldemort have to do with it?

Spoilers: PoA

Disclaimer: I own nothing! Nothing I tell you! If I did, I would be writing book 5 (witch.. Erm, which comes out June 21! WOO HOO!)

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It was a warm and comfortable day on Privet Drive. The Dursleys of Number 4 had left early that morning for a walk, surprisingly, and had left a single being in the house -- one that they didn't trust at all. And that single soul had just woken up.

Harry Potter woke up on the morning of July 31 to an empty house, relishing the feeling of a good night's sleep. Turning over in his bed, he looked at the clock to see that is was 5 a.m.

"Happy birthday to me," he sang softly to himself.

As he sat up and stretched, a sudden tapping came at the window. Outside were three owls, two tawny and one snowy. The three owls flew into the room, giving a hoot of thanks after he had opened the window. One of the tawny owls was Pidwigeon, his best friend Ron's owl. Harry grabbed the hyper owl from the air, his great seeker skills put to work once more. After taking the letter from the delirious owl's talons, he let it go and watched it fly out of sight. Harry ripped the envelope and read:

Dear Harry,

Happy Birthday! How are you? Good, I hope. I was

wondering if you finished the essay for Snape. I know

that he wants two rolls of parchment but I can only get

one and a half. Help me! Hermione already has four

rolls and she still hasn't finished. Oh well. Send me

an owl when you finish. Happy Birthday again. Don't let

the Muggles get you down!

-Ron

p. s. - Hey, Harry. See if the Muggles will let you come

over next week. Mum already said that it was fine, she loves

you to death anyway -- more than us actually. Let me know.

Send a response with Pig. (With Pig? Harry thought. The

damn owl already flew away.) Hope to see you soon. Your

present will come later. (Harry pouted.) Oh, by the way, check

the bottom of the envelope for some "treats" for Dudley. Courtesy

of the WWW.



Harry smiled. Same old Ron. Typical Hermione. It was the closeness of the friendship that he cherished the most. Yet they were so easy to predict. Harry shook his head at the thought of his potions homework (Discuss Which Potions are More Readily Used for Harm Than Help), which he had just recently completed, including three pages more than what was required. He could just imagine Snape yelling at someone just for not having two rolls of parchment. Detention! You can scrub the trophies today! 10 points! Blah, blah, blah. Snape desperately wanted the DADA job, but so far he hadn't gotten it. Harry thought that he was better at potions anyway. (He shuddered to think that he had a good thought about Snape.) Next he grabbed the letter from the snowy owl, his own Hedwig, and saw Hermione's small neat handwriting on the letter.

Dear Harry,

Happy Birthday! How's it going? Ok, I hope. The Muggles

aren't that bad I hope. I'm going to be in Diagon Alley next

week - can I meet you there? (Do you need to ask? Harry thought.)

I'll meet you at Florean Fortescue, OK? (Fine be me.) I can't wait

to see you. Oh, by the way, I got you a present (Harry smiled.) and

I decided to send it with Hedwig. Hope that you like it.

-Hermione

p. s. - I told Ron that I would meet you in Diagon Alley.

Oh, and by the way. I forgot to tell you. Lupin is coming

back as the DADA teacher -for good. See you soon.



Professor Lupin was coming back! Harry couldn't wait to see the old Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher again. With these thoughts in mind, Harry saw the package from Hermione on the bed. It was an unusual shaped box, triangular, and Harry's curiosity about what could be in there overwhelmed him. There was a note attached. It said:

This belonged to your mother. Use it wisely. Only to be given from one true love to the other.

Harry was very confused. Where would Hermione find such a thing? Could Dumbledore have given it to her? He wasn't sure and decided to open it later. Finally, Harry read Sirius' letter, which was also brought by Hedwig.



Dear Harry,

Happy Birthday! How are you doing? How are the Dursleys'

treating you? (Harry glared at the mention of the Durselys' name.)By the way, the Ministry of Magic cleared my name! They said that you can finally come and live with me. Isn't that great? (Hell yeah!) If you want, I can come to pick you up soon. Send Hedwig with the reply.

-Sirius



Harry almost began to scream, but restrained himself enough not to wake the neighborhood. He couldn't believe it. Sirius was coming to take him away from the Dursleys. Harry was about to leave the room when he noticed the third owl, also a tawny, carried his school letter. Harry relieved it if it's burden and watched it fly off into the misty morning.



Dear Mr. Potter,

Please note that the new school year will begin on September the first. The Hogwarts Express will leave from King's Cross station, platform nine and three-quarters, at eleven o'clock. A list of books for next year are enclosed. Also, a list of the prefect and Head Boy and Girl announcements will be owled out later.



Yours sincerely,

Professor M. McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress



Harry pulled out the list of books that would be needed for his final year at Hogwarts:



All Seventh -Year Students Will Require:

Standard Book of Spells, Grade 7

By Miranda Goshawk

Rare and Unusual Creatures of the World

By Adrianna Grander

The Inner Eye and other Divinitation Needs

By Cara Trelawney

Advanced Transfiguration

By Mara Connolly

When Good Wizards Go Bad

By Albus Dumbledore

Defense Against the Dark Arts, What to Do When Confronted with Dark Magic

By Remus Lupin

Remus wrote a book? Harry thought. Well, at least it won't be like 2nd year with Lockhart. That bastard.

The news of who was to be Head Boy and Girl put Harry on pins and needles. Hermione was a shoe-in for Head Girl, but Head Boy was another matter altogether. Harry could easily be Head Boy just as much as Draco Malfoy, Ron, or someone else in their year.

Better not be Malfoy, for all I care, Harry thought as he brushed his flyaway jet black hair.

Harry's emerald green eyes stared back at him from the mirror across from his bed. His glasses lay discarded on the dresser before him, next to his prefect's badge and his wand. Harry had remained prepared after the events in his sixth year. At the final feast last year, there had been a Death Eater attack and Harry, along with other sixth and seventh years, had come to help defend the school. They managed to fight them off, capturing Wormtail in the process. But the summer months were the worst. Dreams and visions plagued him day and night. They showed pain and suffering of both Muggles and wizards alike. And each time, Harry notified Dumbledore of the proceedings. Somehow, Dumbledore had managed to null the rule of no magic during the summer for the 5th years and above. It was a great relief for Harry to know that if he had to, he could use his magic to destroy Voldemort once and for all.