Chapter 3
Snape
As Harry and Ron were walking towards Snape's class, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Ron suddenly stopped. "Harry, I've just realized something."
"What?"
"It's already early December, and we haven't lost ANY points from Snape," Ron exclaimed.
Harry sighed and continued walking. "Pretty amazing if you ask me. Of course, he finally got the job he's been chasing for years."
"You know, since that job is cursed, I wonder if Snape will leave next year?"
"Don't get your hopes up. This is Snape we're talking about, remember?"
Ron entered the classroom and said, "Yeah, who could possibly forget THAT?"
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A.J. walked into a secret room and sat on a chair. She was completely stressed and well, quite terrified at the moment. "Why do I have to do it?" She asked herself. Sometimes life could be so...well, unfair. "That stupid, friggin' love pot-" A.J. stopped and hid behind a huge desk. She could have sworn she wasn't the only person in the room at the moment.
"I know someone is in here! Come out now!" It was Snape.
A.J. was about to stand up, but she suddenly felt a wave of dizziness fall over her, and she passed out.
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"You will have to go to Hogwarts to kill him. I will not be able to assist you." The girl's father said.
"I don't want to go," the girl replied, being extremely stubborn.
"You will go!" the man screamed, smacking the girl across the face, hard enough to draw blood.
"I'll run away before I'll kill him!"
The man picked his daughter up and threw her across the room, badly breaking her arm. "If you don't go, I will have to kill you!" he screamed, holding the girl at gun point.
"Ok!!!! I'll go to Hogwarts! Just please don't kill me!" the girl said, crying so hard she could barely speak.
"Good. That's more like what I wanted to hear."
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A.J. woke up to find herself in the Hospital Wing. 'Snape must have found me,' she thought. Looking around the wing, A.J. laid bad down and sighed. "Snape knows something," she said out loud, to no one in general.
"Snape, what happened?" Professor McGonagall, Professor Dumbledor, and Professor Snape were standing in the Hospital Wing, talking about something.
"I found her on the floor. Don't know what happened," Snape replied stiffly.
"Do you think he could be anywhere near Hogwarts?" McGonagall asked Dumbledore.
He cleared his throat. "I truthfully don't know for a change. He could be just about anywhere."
"The students will remain in school?" Snape asked.
"Yes, I will keep the school open until we start getting complaints from parents," Dumbledore calmly replied.
McGonagall looked at Dumbledore over the tops of her glasses. "Are you sure that is a wise thing to do?"
Dumbledore sighed, "We don't really have a choice Minerva."
Snape stood from his chair. "Well, I better go now," he said as he left the room.
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"Hey, Ron, did you hear what happened to that Hufflepuff seventh year yesterday?" Harry asked Ron as they entered the Great Hall for breakfast the next day.
"Oh, you mean A.J. Solo. Yeah. My brothers know her," Ron replied as Maret walked over to them and sat down.
"Hey Harry," she said. "Who hasn't heard about that Solo girl? Wait, wasn't she the one we met at the train station?"
Harry nodded. "Yeah. News sure does spread fast."
"I don't think we should even worry about her. After all, it is her business and not ours," Hermione said as she sat down and started to eat.
"Woke up late?" Ron asked Hermione as she shoved down her breakfast.
She glared at Ron. "No, I had to deal with Malfoy."
Maret's jaw dropped. "He's still following you around?" she said, snickering.
Hermione nodded. "Yeah, he even had the nerves to ask me to switch houses just to be with him!" She stood up and walked out of the Great Hall.
Harry sighed. School was so confusing sometimes. He hadn't been getting along with Maret very well, and now this. He wished he could have had a normal life as he stood up and starting walking to Defense Against the Dark Arts.
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"Good morning class," Snape said as everyone entered the classroom.
"Snape's on crack again!" Ron whispered to Harry as they sat down.
Snape cleared his throat. "I want no joking, laughing, or goofing off in class from now on. In fact, all of your classes will probably be like this. Quite. We will be preparing you for the rise of Lord Voldemort."