Who are you and what are you?
Disclaimer: I own some of the characters, but they aren't the ones you recognize in the start. I also own a can of soda as well as the words nar and narkanuekie.
Chapter 1: A not so innocent start.
It had been five years since Dumbledore had been killed by Severus Snape before him and Draco Malfoy had left the grounds of Hogwarts for what they honestly had both thought for the last time. Four years since the last showdown between Voldemort and Harry Potter had found the 'boy-wonder' victorious and the war ended. Yet it would never be truly ended, not with the ideals that had started it still in the air and still being passed down from generation to generation.
Three years since the trials that had found Draco Malfoy and Severus Snape innocent. The reason for this was the fact that they had both been spies for the Order during the last year of the war. Severus had remained a spy while he had convinced the young Malfoy of becoming the same. This had worked out well for the Order since the Golden Trio would be kept in the dark of this and therefore less likely to be found out by Voldemort and his followers. They had both helped with the defeat and the capture of several of their 'fellows'.
That same year they had both been offered jobs at Hogwarts as professors; they really didn't have much of a choice in this since no one was going to hire former-Death Eaters. Even during this they remained spies since others would rise against the light and against the ideals of muggle-borns and purebloods actually cooperating and living in harmony. They weren't as outspoken in the past or as active since there was no longer a powerful enough leader, but spies where needed to keep tabs. No one wanted a repeat of the war that they had just ended for now.
After two years of teaching found the two Slytherins sitting in the older man's private chambers. They had a bottle of Ogden's Old Firewhisky between them, two glasses filled with said beverage sat beside them. Severus had found himself once again the Potion's Master and the Head of Slytherin. Slughorn had been killed during the war and the positions needed to be filled. He was the most qualified to do this since he knew the secrets of the Slytherin house and actually knew what he was doing in Potions. Malfoy was given the teaching position that Snape had wanted, it seemed like the curse on the Defense against Dark Arts job had been broken since the war ended.
"Tell me why I am still teaching at this bloody school?" asked the Potion's Master as he picked up his glass and looked at the liquid as he slowly swirled it. The younger professor shook his head as his mentor before he took a sip of his drink.
"Because no one else would hire a man with your personality, never mind being a former Death Eater."
"'Former' Death Eater, most ignore that word and just notice the Death Eater." Replied Snape almost throwing the glass into the fire; on the verge of seeming like a child that only the Malfoy next to him would ever see.
"You know what some of our colleagues would say if they heard you pouting like that." Said Malfoy with a slight quirk of his lips, he never really sneered nor smirked in private unless the train of thought called for it. Snape gave him a slight scowl but both of them knew it was in jest.
They both looked up as a tawny owl swooped into the room, it was larger than normal as it held a single sheet of parchment. It landed on the table between them, careful of the bottle there. Snape looked annoyed by its appearance but calmly took the letter from it. The owl didn't remain long, seeming nervous around the two Slytherins; it quickly flew out of there as soon as it was able to, not waiting for a response.
Snape smirked slightly, it had seemed like he hadn't lost his touch, making the owl act like Longbottom in his first class with the Potion's Master. He frowned when he saw the seal before breaking it. He read it, a scowl growing on his face before he handed it to Malfoy. They had known that they would both be there, so they didn't bother with two different letters. Malfoy growled and threw the letter into the fire, getting some grim satisfaction watching it burn. One thing, one phrase resounded in their minds as they watched the flames engulf the parchment.
"Bloody hell."
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A pair of twinkling eyes watched the pair from the picture fame that he had been painted into. Even after his death, he would always have some influence in the school that he had once looked over. He was watching the conversation between the pair in amusement and yet interest as well to what was being said yet not said. Beyond this room certain things couldn't be said or done because of the situation.
The girl was standing up and heading toward the door, physically she was like any other student that would be starting their instruction at Hogwarts that year, and yet her eyes told of having lived far longer than that. She headed toward the door but paused as Headmistress McGonagall cleared her throat. She turned toward the older woman with a tilt of her head.
"I know these words you may not heed, but considering the circumstances, please do not cause any trouble while you are here. It would be nice to keep this school intact." The young woman gave a nod and had a grin on her face before she left the room. McGonagall turned toward the portrait of her predecessor and shook her head, "This day will mark a change, and you know that don't you?"
The portrait just grinned in his frame, his eyes twinkling just as they once had when he had been alive.
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Yes this is the start of a new fanfiction; my comp blew up so the other story I started is lost until I can get it fixed, same with chapter 71 of what now. So I will be going with this until then, and this one actually has a plan. I know a short start, but the other chapters will be longer. Please leave a review. Reviews will warm the heart and motivate me, while flames will help cook my dinner.