CHAP 11
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Divination is a ruddy stupid "Art" if you were to ask me. It consisted of a blind old bat (Professor Cybil Trelawney) trying to act mysterious while predicting the death of at least one student (Harry) every year and then looking at them with pity for the rest of their stay at Hogwarts.
Nevertheless, it was an easy class and I took it, mostly because it gave me a good excuse to catch up on sleep or speak to Harry in person since neither Severin nor Hermione took it. Both of them made fun of us for doing so though.
"Welcome my dears to another day of the mystifying art. Today, the Fates have indeed informed me that we shall be doing a study of dreams. For this particular exercise you will be on your own. And Neville dear, there is nothing frightening about Professor Snape, he can harm you no more than a gust of wind," said old bat spoke in her usual misty voice. I sometimes wondered if she took a drug to get that effect.
Our class was spent making "dream journals" out of coloured parchment and ink. It was our job to write down any dream we remembered upon waking, well let's just say that hardly any of mine would be, er fitting, for a professor's eyes.
"I don't think I've ever had such a boring class-ever!" Harry exclaimed as we walked down the stairways to our next class, History of Magic of all things.
"I figure we could use an extra nap," I said as we walked through Professor Bins. Truly however, it was not as unfortunate as it could have been. We were studying the battles of the vampires throughout the ages and the head vampire, Sieta was very interesting.
I really don't suppose the life of a vampire is a pleasant one. They can't reproduce and even if you were to chop them up into a bunch of tiny pieces they would live until they went mad from lack of blood. Truly there is no way to kill one and like werewolves, they mate for life.
I was so focused on class that I didn't notice Dumbledore's voice speak out from nowhere until Harry tugged at my sleeve.
"We have to go the Great Hall, Professor Dumbledore just said so. I think it's bad," my friend looked very worried.
Harry held Hermione's hand as we rushed amongst the throng of students, each as distraught as the next. A few were still in their Herbology smocks, covered in dirt while other students lugged potion ingredients with them.
In a corner, I noticed, Snape had stopped some sixth year Ravenclaws and was sharply questioning them. One could tell that they were terrified, I would have been too.
*
"There you are! I was in Charms and Albus's voice told us to go to the Great Hall, do you lot know what's happening?" Severin asked.
"Harry, I'm scared!" Neville looked it too.
"Er, don't worry, it's probably nothing," came a distracted reply, Harry appeared to be searching the crowd for someone or something.
"Who are you looking at?" Hermione was ever the bossy boots.
"Er, Professor Lupin actually."
By this time we had reached the Great Hall where the tables had been pushed against the walls and cushions littered the floor along with tables. Dumbledore was standing in the middle of the room with two older people, a black dog, Snape and the Lupin twins.
"Everyone take your seats," came the headmaster's voice, "You are to remain here under the supervision of the professors until we give you the all clear sign. Severin, come with us."
There was no explanation to anything as my friends and I took our seat to wait in the unknown. Severin's Point of View
This couldn't be good, it was difficult enough to keep a cheerful façade when reports of the underground indicated Riddle was getting closer and closer to the school but now that something was really very wrong, it was all I could do to keep from screaming. Once before had I experienced the workings of Death Eaters firsthand and it had ended in the loss of someone very close to me. It was the reason I couldn't just stay at home as happily as I pleased.
"What is it Albus?" my voice was a combination of anger and fear.
Instead of answering me, my godfather merely held his hand up, signalling my silence. I looked over at Arabella and Mundungus to no avail, they both shrugged sorilly.
I felt Severus's hand on my shoulder, his spindly fingers digging into my flesh. I have never felt comfortable calling him anything more personal than "my father'', our relationship was not a good one to begin with.
Doing as I had done many times before, I shrugged out of contact with the man I was named after, twisting to stare him in his beady little eyes, "You have no right to bruise me!" I accused.
"We do not need you to put on your tough act right now Severin, there are more important things at hand," he snarled.
I pushed him, I usually avoid contact with the slimy prat, but I pushed him all the same. However, he was quicker Severus always has had lightening reflexes, instead he caught my wrists in his strong grip. I could tell by the hereditary snarl that I had angered him-my goal had been reached.
"You ungrateful little brat!" my father nearly roared, "Your mother and I have done nothing but give you the best opportunities in life and this is how you repay us!"
"I hate you," my voice was deadly.
"Professor and Miss Snape, that will be quite enough now," Albus cut through our conversation.
It didn't take long for the other, inferior and painfully naïve students to settle themselves. It annoyed me to no end the way they bumbled about in their spells. I suppose I am an arrogant one, but is that not one of the shared qualities of Slytherins and Ravenclaws alike.
"Very well, if the eight of you will accompany me," he began to walk.
I sidled up to Romulus, he had been more of a father to me than Severus Snape had ever been and ever would be.
Divination is a ruddy stupid "Art" if you were to ask me. It consisted of a blind old bat (Professor Cybil Trelawney) trying to act mysterious while predicting the death of at least one student (Harry) every year and then looking at them with pity for the rest of their stay at Hogwarts.
Nevertheless, it was an easy class and I took it, mostly because it gave me a good excuse to catch up on sleep or speak to Harry in person since neither Severin nor Hermione took it. Both of them made fun of us for doing so though.
"Welcome my dears to another day of the mystifying art. Today, the Fates have indeed informed me that we shall be doing a study of dreams. For this particular exercise you will be on your own. And Neville dear, there is nothing frightening about Professor Snape, he can harm you no more than a gust of wind," said old bat spoke in her usual misty voice. I sometimes wondered if she took a drug to get that effect.
Our class was spent making "dream journals" out of coloured parchment and ink. It was our job to write down any dream we remembered upon waking, well let's just say that hardly any of mine would be, er fitting, for a professor's eyes.
"I don't think I've ever had such a boring class-ever!" Harry exclaimed as we walked down the stairways to our next class, History of Magic of all things.
"I figure we could use an extra nap," I said as we walked through Professor Bins. Truly however, it was not as unfortunate as it could have been. We were studying the battles of the vampires throughout the ages and the head vampire, Sieta was very interesting.
I really don't suppose the life of a vampire is a pleasant one. They can't reproduce and even if you were to chop them up into a bunch of tiny pieces they would live until they went mad from lack of blood. Truly there is no way to kill one and like werewolves, they mate for life.
I was so focused on class that I didn't notice Dumbledore's voice speak out from nowhere until Harry tugged at my sleeve.
"We have to go the Great Hall, Professor Dumbledore just said so. I think it's bad," my friend looked very worried.
Harry held Hermione's hand as we rushed amongst the throng of students, each as distraught as the next. A few were still in their Herbology smocks, covered in dirt while other students lugged potion ingredients with them.
In a corner, I noticed, Snape had stopped some sixth year Ravenclaws and was sharply questioning them. One could tell that they were terrified, I would have been too.
*
"There you are! I was in Charms and Albus's voice told us to go to the Great Hall, do you lot know what's happening?" Severin asked.
"Harry, I'm scared!" Neville looked it too.
"Er, don't worry, it's probably nothing," came a distracted reply, Harry appeared to be searching the crowd for someone or something.
"Who are you looking at?" Hermione was ever the bossy boots.
"Er, Professor Lupin actually."
By this time we had reached the Great Hall where the tables had been pushed against the walls and cushions littered the floor along with tables. Dumbledore was standing in the middle of the room with two older people, a black dog, Snape and the Lupin twins.
"Everyone take your seats," came the headmaster's voice, "You are to remain here under the supervision of the professors until we give you the all clear sign. Severin, come with us."
There was no explanation to anything as my friends and I took our seat to wait in the unknown. Severin's Point of View
This couldn't be good, it was difficult enough to keep a cheerful façade when reports of the underground indicated Riddle was getting closer and closer to the school but now that something was really very wrong, it was all I could do to keep from screaming. Once before had I experienced the workings of Death Eaters firsthand and it had ended in the loss of someone very close to me. It was the reason I couldn't just stay at home as happily as I pleased.
"What is it Albus?" my voice was a combination of anger and fear.
Instead of answering me, my godfather merely held his hand up, signalling my silence. I looked over at Arabella and Mundungus to no avail, they both shrugged sorilly.
I felt Severus's hand on my shoulder, his spindly fingers digging into my flesh. I have never felt comfortable calling him anything more personal than "my father'', our relationship was not a good one to begin with.
Doing as I had done many times before, I shrugged out of contact with the man I was named after, twisting to stare him in his beady little eyes, "You have no right to bruise me!" I accused.
"We do not need you to put on your tough act right now Severin, there are more important things at hand," he snarled.
I pushed him, I usually avoid contact with the slimy prat, but I pushed him all the same. However, he was quicker Severus always has had lightening reflexes, instead he caught my wrists in his strong grip. I could tell by the hereditary snarl that I had angered him-my goal had been reached.
"You ungrateful little brat!" my father nearly roared, "Your mother and I have done nothing but give you the best opportunities in life and this is how you repay us!"
"I hate you," my voice was deadly.
"Professor and Miss Snape, that will be quite enough now," Albus cut through our conversation.
It didn't take long for the other, inferior and painfully naïve students to settle themselves. It annoyed me to no end the way they bumbled about in their spells. I suppose I am an arrogant one, but is that not one of the shared qualities of Slytherins and Ravenclaws alike.
"Very well, if the eight of you will accompany me," he began to walk.
I sidled up to Romulus, he had been more of a father to me than Severus Snape had ever been and ever would be.
