Regarding Severus

Chapter One


I own nothing - just the plot line and the characters and all of the magical world of Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling.


"Who can tell me the similarities to a Dementor and a Werewolf?" Professor Severus Snape barked at his Defence Against the Dark Arts class. It was a Friday afternoon, the last lesson of the day and he was forced to 'teach' a class of third years who were busy trying to talk when he wasn't looking.

He was tired of teaching this class plainly because he was tired, not having much sleep the past night and needed marking to be done before going to bed that night. This group of third years had no more sense that a bucket of flobberworms!

A girl at the back of the class raised a hand which was trembling slightly. He groaned inwardly. It was Felicity Zandra, a girl who had been thought to be a Squib, but only shown witch-like powers the last week.

Three weeks into the new term, Professor McGonagall had enrolled her in a THIRD YEAR CLASS, when she needed FIRST YEAR training instead.

The headmistress could be so dense, he said to himself as he looked over at the witch.

"You have an answer Miss Zandra?"

"No sir, it's just-"she mumbled and played with her plait which was on her shoulder. "-I was going to ask what a Dementor is."

"This is a third year class Miss Zandra" Snape snapped, his patience lost already. "If you didn't understand, this is a classroom and I am the teacher. I ask questions and the students answer them! Not the other way round!"

She was brave for a girl who had only just met him that afternoon. "Sir – it's my first day here and-"

"I am not kind to those who are incapable of working to understand before they walk through my classroom door!" he spat.

He turned away from the class and pointed his wand at the chalkboard. Instructions appeared.

"Work!" he spat again to the class and sat down at his desk, set on marking some papers before dinner. He didn't notice someone who was still watching him.

Felicity walked over to the teacher's desk, feeling no fear towards the teacher.

"Miss Zandra what are you doing?" Snape snapped as he jumped, looking up at her face.

"I need tutoring" She demanded and crossed her arms.

Snape cursed inwardly – women!

"And?" he demanded back.

"That's all!" she said and skipped back over to her desk and perfectly stunned a fellow classmate within seconds.

"Five points from Gryffindor!" Snape sneered at her loudly. "For pure disrespect of a teacher!"

She didn't turn round and she rolled her eyes so Snape couldn't see her.

x x x x x

Snape sighed a sigh of relief when half an hour later, he had slammed the door on the third years and Miss Zandra. He swept across the dungeon and waved his wand silently. All little messes and the caldrons cleaned themselves instantly.

He sank into his chair behind his desk and looked at the clock. Half an hour until dinner -a perfect chance to discuss with Minerva McGonagall about Miss Zandra.

She was right; she did need serious tutoring and fast. She was at least two years behind the year she was in already.

He shuffled his papers and placed the Third Year Werewolf essays aside in a neat pile and pulled towards him the Seventh Year essays on (ironically enough) Death Eaters.

Yes, the Dark lord had been defeated and gone by the famous Harry Potter. He and Ron Weasley had gone to work at the Ministry while Hermione Granger, had stayed behind to finish her Seventh Year.

She was one year ahead of that year strangely and not surprising why she wanted to finish her education. She had taken the past year off to hunt down with Potter and Weasley the Horcuxes that the Dark lord had placed, keeping him alive.

Her essay was in fact on top of the pile as she had been the first to hand it in to him. He remembered it, she had barely crossed the threshold and she had stuffed the essay into his hands. He had rolled his eyes as he saw it consisted of at least five sheets of parchment. Trust her to make it long!

She had to be one of the brightest witches to come to Hogwarts while he's been teacher. He remembered her in her First Year after she snuck past the obstacles protecting the Philosopher's Stone. She, he had been told by the late Dumbledore, had been the one to figure out this Potions logical task.

Shaking his head, he bent his head over her essay and started to read.

x x x x x

The said Hermione Granger was walking hand in hand with her boyfriend, Ron Weasley who had taken time off work to come visit her as he and Harry often did.

"I'm glad your work is going good Ron" she was saying. "It's good to know that you have decided to do something responsible with your life!"

"Erm Hermione?" Ron said, interrupting her. "Are you my mom?"

"No," she said and looked at him. "I'm being your girlfriend."

"Well you sound like Mom. Please cut the whole 'responsible' crap. It's getting on my nerves!"

"Oh" she said, lowering her eyes. "Sorry."

Ron glanced at his watch and shouted "Ah SHIT!"

"Ron!" Hermione scowled him. He didn't' pay any notice.

"I forgot I had a meeting in London with Kingsley!" he panicked and kissed her briefly on the lips before running.

"See ya!" he called over his shoulder.

She stood there for a moment, completely confused and quite hurt. She stared at the spot where Ron had vanished and sighed heavily. She lifted up her bag and hurried along to dinner, trying to stop the horrible hurt she felt. Ron was her boyfriend; he had loved her since their third year! And THIS was how he repaid her?

x x x x x

She got to the Great Hall quickly and sat down at the top of the table, in plain view of the teacher table. She tucked in quickly to the Sheppard's Pie and hoisted her half-done Potions essay. It wasn't due until her next lesson which was next Wednesday but she hated leaving homework.

It was unknown to her that a certain professor was gaping at her (inwardly of course!) as if he had never laid eyes on her.

He had been stupid, foolish and so dim. He would persuade Miss Granger to tutor Miss Zandra! Hadn't he been thinking about how she had been one of the brightest witches he'd known?

He turned to the Headmistress.

"Minerva…"

x x x x x

Hermione sighed and crossed out several mistakes. She reached down and withdrew her book, Advanced Potion Making and continued working quickly, forgetting about her plate of Sheppard's Pie.

x x x x x

"You wish Miss Granger to tutor Miss Zandra?" Minerva McGonagall asked.

"Wish?" Snape sneered. "I suggested it! Miss Zandra is far too behind especially for my class!"

McGonagall looked at him and nodded her head to Hermione who was still scribbling away furiously.

"Let's go tell her then."

Hermione smiled to herself as she laid down her quill. At last, she had completed the essay. It was two rolls of parchment more than intended but she couldn't be scored lower for knowing her facts!

Beaming to herself, she started packing away her things. Pointing her wand at her plate, she heated it up and continued eating once more, the happy smile still in place. She felt a shadow fall across her.

She looked up to see Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall standing there.

"Good evening Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape." She said, inclining her head at Snape.

"Good evening Miss Granger. Have you met Felicity Zandra yet?"

This seemed an odd question to be asked. "Blonde hair, blue eyes and dimples?" she asked back, remembering the girl slightly.

Snape nodded. "She requires tutoring as she has been put in third year when she is clearly a first year" he drawled and she had the feeling he was attacking Professor McGonagall.

"We were hopeful that you would be able to tutor her in all first year topics, so she can the basics." McGonagall corrected quickly.

Hermione considered and tilted her head to the side slightly. Tutor a student? First year subjects? Easy!

"Ok" she answered. "I'll go upstairs and introduce myself. I'll make a copy of her timetable and homework as well so I can help her."

And with that she picked up her bag and her Potions homework and turned to walk out of the hall. McGonagall had walked over to the high table, slightly confused.

"Miss Granger, you have ink on your cheek" he said curtly. Hermione stopped and looked at him curiously for a moment, making him feel slightly nervous. Hermione raised a hand to her cheek, rubbed it off and smiled. "Thank you Professor." Then she did walk out of the hall.

As soon as he sat down, Snape turned to McGonagall.

"Well!" she flustered. "That was erm, easier than I thought."

"As I said-"Snape sneered. "-she can manage the coursework and help Miss Zandra at the same time!"

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