Hello again! I don't really know why I stopped writing, my best guess is that I got Obliviated or something and forgot I had a story or there was such a thing as FanFiction.
Hope you enjoy the chapter!
Snape was mad. No, he wasn't just mad, he was furious. The reason? One Professor McGonagall. Gryffindor and Slytherin had been rivals in Quidditch for as long as he could remember, and both he and Professor McGonagall had rather blatantly shown their bias on a number of occasions, but this was ridiculous. He glared down at Harry Potter holding the parcel containing a Nimbus 2000, and then turned away just in time to catch Quirrel's smirk.
Snape suddenly felt sick. One of the easiest places to hurt someone and make it look like an accident was during a Quidditch game. He looked back at Potter only to see him get up and race from the Hall. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Draco Malfoy and his two cronies doing the same thing. Knowing Draco, Snape was pretty sure that he wasn't racing after Potter to congratulate him on his new broom. Snape got up from the staff table to go down to the Potions classroom to prepare for his first- and least favorite class. Fifth year potions was the worst.
When the door finally banged shut on Snape's last class of the day, the Potions Master allowed himself a sigh of relief. Second, Third, and Fifth years and not one of them had been able to brew even a decent attempt at a potion.
He started grading essays, from Everything You Need to Know about a Cure for Boils to A Draught of Energy. The only thing that fluctuated as much as the titles were the grades, everything from an "O" to a "T" was given out. He had just finished, when a silver Phoenix entered the classroom, speaking in Albus Dumbledore's voice. "Severus, would you come to my office? We have much to discuss."
Snape sighed, got up, and walked up the stairs till reaching the gargoyle that concealed the entrance. Barely pausing, he said, "Sugar quill," and the gargoyle sprung out of the way, revealing a circular staircase that when Snape got on rotated gently, carrying him up to the gleaming oak door to the room where Dumbledore was waiting for him. He raised his hand to knock, but before he could, the door opened.
Snape stepped inside to find Dumbledore bent over the Pensieve, once again watching Sibil Trelawny speak the prophecy.
"As the seventh month dies…"
"Neither can live while the other survives," said Dumbledore, still bent over the Pensieve. "Ironic, isn't it?"
"What?" asked Snape.
"The line of the prophecy… they both cannot live while one survives."
"Meaning they both must die?"
"That is what I thought once, as well," said Dumbledore. "But now, now I am starting to wonder if, perhaps…"
He turned and looked at Snape.
"What do you think of the boy?"
Snape laughed, though there was no humor in it. "Mediocre, skill wise. The only thing he has shown himself proficient at is riding a broom."
"But what of his personality? Which of his parents would you say he favors?"
"Potter," replied Snape instantly.
"Odd," said Dumbledore lightly, "His protection of Neville Longbottem seemed very much like something Lily Evans would do.
Snape turned away. "What is it you called me here for, Dumbledore?"
"Quirrel has been acting strangely."
"You have told me your suspicions relating to Quirrel."
"I think it probable that Quirrel makes an attempt to steal the stone soon. After all, Lord Voldemort is not the most patient person."
Understatement of the year, Snape thought. Out loud he said, "And what is it that you want me to do?"
"Let him know our suspicions. If Quirrel knows we are watching him, he might be less cautious."
"Very well," said Snape.
Sorry it was such a short update, but I am planning to do a big chapter for Halloween and wanted to have a bridge in between Fluffy and Halloween.
