Title: Lollipops and Crocodile Tears
Disclaimer: I don't claim to own Harry Potter. Go me.
Date: Wednesday, April 23
Summary: Harry Potter never claimed to be normal, but one night on Privet Drive turned his not so normal life into a story worth telling.
Notes: I'm hoping this chapter will unconfuse a few people. Though, I do believe unconfuse is not a word...
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One would imagine the Hogwart's dungeons to be quite the depressing place.
Well, One would be wrong; for Severus Snape the dungeons were home.
Severus had been a resident of Hogwart's dank cellars for many years.
And every year he'd wonder why he'd continued to teach.
For example, there were currently three Weasley's at the school: with identical twins arriving in two years time.
He sighed as he added powdered newt spine to the potion he was working on.
In all honesty, he just found a thrill in teaching. To know that he was the one thing standing in between say…Tonks and a potentially dangerous solution.
Besides, he couldn't honestly say he didn't enjoy baiting Gryffindors.
The cauldron simmered softly and Severus stood back, assessing his creation.
He rubbed his arm absently.
"Severus?"
He looked up and scowled.
"Lupin, what do you think you're doing here?"
The werewolf stood in the doorway, shifting uneasily.
"Well?" He drawled.
"I, I wanted to thank you." Severus stiffened, "If you hadn't warned us we may not have gotten to Harry in time."
Remus surveyed the room awkwardly, refusing to meet the Potions Master's eyes. He breathed in deeply, and sighed.
"I know we've never been on the best of terms exactly," Snape resisted the urge to snort and instead just looked down his nose at the man.
"But, if you hadn't warned Dumbledore what Malfoy was up to…I don't want to know what would happen. Thank you."
Severus nodded but added, "Do not think I took you into consideration, Lupin. My actions were of my own motives."
Remus paused and fled the Snake's Den.