DISCLAIMER- Jim Butcher owns all things Dresden. J. K. Rowling owns Harry Potter. I'm just borrowing for a bit.


PRIVATE PROPERTY

"Dumbledore not letting you give me to another teacher?" asked the air spirit as Snape came back into the room, a scowl still prominate on his face.

"Silence, spirit," he snarled out. He went over to the cabinets and grabbed out a black bag. He dumped out its contents on the floor and reached for the skull above him.

"Hey! What are you doing--" the spirit got out before Snape put his hand over the skull's mouth. Snape smiled thinly. It made an effective gag. He jammed the skull into the bag and tied it shut. "What are you doing/" he asked, voice muffled by the cloth around him.

Snape took the bag and began to walk towards the enterance of the school. "Dumbledore just said that I had to take you in. He never said I needed to visibly see you."

"That's right! Just let me out of my skull and I'll be out of your hair!"

He stopped in his tracks and spoke directly into the bag. "I am not a moron. I know what will happen should I release you. And we really don't need and orgy occuring at this school."

"So...what are you doing then?"

"I'm tossing you out of the window and into the lake," he said simply.

"But...but...You can't, Severus!"

"Don't call me that. And why can't I?"

"I'm private property. Property that's not yours!"

Snape suddenly stopped and rolled that thought over in his head. "Bloody hell."

He turned and returned to his room. In the bag, the spirit sighed in relief. He had survived another attack on his existence.


A/N- I've started work on my next Dresden Files major fanfic. I can't say a lot, but I'll tell you this much- It involves coyotes, hawks, foxes...and Michael. It's going to be at least a month before I start putting it up here though. I want to get the basics of the story down before I put anything up. But rest assured, it is in the making. And Spirit Stories will continue.