A/N: Good morning everyone! Errr... perhaps that greeting was a little too
cheery, for such a dispirited tittle. Killing Snape.... as I said in my summary, is the Harry Potter version of Killing Mr. Griffin by Lois Duncan. And, please DON'T tell me everyone is OOC (out of character), because I know that. In this story, I never even tried to make them in character because none of them would do this kind of thing, if they were normal. There would be no killing Snape, I am writing this just to see what would happen. Consider this an.... experiment. I was curious.... hmmm.... curiosity killed the cat.... *cough* not the cracked author. Another thing, Snape will say "Go ahead Weasley, give me a curl," that has something to do with a cirtain Social Studies teacher... comprenze? Many thanks to the best beta reader in the world: Tulip. Wonderful job! Thank you very much! I also might have some fanart (for this story) up on my profile in a while. And, oh yes, before you ask; why didn't I call this Killing Professor Snape? Because Killing Snape sounds better, that's why. Please enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry, Hermione, Ron, or any of the people, places,
things, or ideas that are found in the Harry Potter books. Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling (the Great). Even the major plot line does not belong to me; it belongs to Lois Duncan author of the novel Killing Mr.Griffin (which is a great read, by the way). I, in no way claim any rights to any of the trademarked material in this fanfiction. I make no money out of this. The only thing I own is Calista (and her mirror), which is my own character.
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Killing Snape
Calista Whirling sat in the Potions dungeon fiddling with her quill as the
bell rang. The last of the students piled into the cold and unwelcoming
classroom of Professor Snape. Calista leaned towards her table and looked
towards the door, as her classmates walked in. She watched as Harry and
Hermione slowly sauntered towards their table, arms linked, chatting gaily.
Calista felt her face turn sour, and quickly looked away. She tried to busy
herself with rereading last night's homework, but her mind was somewhere else.
It'd been minute since the bell had rung and Snape walked to his desk from
his office. He took a quick glance around the room, his cruel, wanton eyes lingering on the empty desk beside Harry.
"So. Weasley decided to skip, eh?" Snape sneered.
That sneer is going to kill him one day, thought Calista.
"No Professor, Ron'll be here in a minute," Hermione said with a smile.
"Shut up Granger!" yelled Snape.
Hermione cringed, as Harry protectively put an arm around her.
Snape walked swiftly towards the door, his robes swishing behind him, his
shoes making sharp click-clacks on the smooth, cold, dull gray tiles. He
stopped four feet before the door and looked to the knob, and as if on cue it
turned. Snape's white bony hand was on it in a flash. He opened the door to
find a cool looking Ron. Their eyes met, Snape's cold dark eyes devoid of
pity and Ron's cool, with that "bite-me" expression, he was famous for.
Ron raised one eyebrow. "So are you going to let me in or not," he asked in a
carefree tone.
"Lets try 'or not'!" Snape said as he loudly slammed the door in Ron's face.
He muttered to himself as he walked back to his desk. "No matter how many detentions I give him, no matter how many points I take off of Griffindor, he doesn't change. And Dumbledore won't expel him. I don't know what he sees in that ungrateful git."
Again the doorknob turned, but this time Ron came in and sat down on the
other side of Harry.
"Weasley!" Snape exploded, "get up here, NOW! If you think you can just show
up at any time you want, you're wrong! I will not teach such a filthy rotten
rat, with such a prodigious attitude! If you are so smart, go home, because
you sure don't belong here!" Snape was seething with anger, but quickly
regained his composure. There was complete silence. The class was in awe; they
had never seen Snape loose his temper like that in the 7 years they had been
there. Ron was also surprised, but his anger was much more visible. You could
clearly see the fire in his eyes; and his mouth was twitching as if he were
itching to return Snape's insult.
"Go ahead Weasley, give me a curl," he said as his eyes narrowed while he
looked for something in his desk drawers.
Calista sensed he was looking for parchment to owl Dumbledore, and apparently
Ron had the same feeling because he quickly said, "Come on Professor, give me
one more chance, I need this class to graduate. You can't kick me out."
"Actually, I can kick you out anytime I want." Snape had found his parchment, and had already started writing a letter to Dumbledore.
"Please," Ron added, "my mother expects me to graduate, she'll be heartbroken
if I don't." She'll also kill me... if Snape doesn't first, Ron thought
secretly.
Snape stopped in midsentence, and laughed. The kind of cruel high laugh that
gives grown men shivers in the night. Ron cheeks were burning as Snape laughed at him. Calista could see the pure hatred in Ron's face, even though he was trying so hard to control his emotions. He had an almost overwhelming urge to punch Snape very, very hard in the face.
"Weasley," Snape said between laughs, "do your mother a favor and go home
before you do anything more to embarrass her."
"Professor, please." Ron said again as calmly as he could while being
insulted by his 50th favorite professor. (He had only nine in all).
Snape looked up from his letter. "You really want another chance Weasley?"
"Yes sir."
A slow smile crept up Snape's oily and slightly wrinkly face. "You really
want another chance? Then get on the floor and beg me."
As Snape said those last words Hermione's eyes widened and she looked at
Harry who was equally aghast.
Ron didn't know what to do. He stood there in the awkward silence, the whole
class's eyes on him, waiting for what would happen next.
"If you want to come back into the class Weasley, get on the floor."
Ron stood there for a few moments thinking which was more important: his
dignity or his life. He decided he would make Snape pay later, and very
slowly and reluctantly he got on his knees. He swore to himself, that one day
he would make Snape beg him.
"Go on Weasley." Snape said in a taunting voice.
He must be loving this moment, thought Calista. She just hated the way Snape
stood so arrogantly, scoffing at poor Ron.
"Go on," Snape said again.
Calista noticed Ron was looking daggers at Snape's shoes. He wanted to spit
on those overly polished black boots.
"Can I come back into the class?" Ron finally said in a shaky voice.
"Professor MAY I PLEASE come back into the class," Snape corrected.
"Professor may I come back into the class?" Ron said dryly.
"Please," Snape corrected once more in a nasty tone.
"Professor may I PLEASE come back into the class?" Ron repeated with growing
hatred.
Snape laughed again. "Get up and go to your seat, and next time, you're out
for good, understand?"
Ron didn't reply, but he did get up and he went quietly to his seat. Harry
gave him a helpful smile. With that, Snape started the lesson and the whole
incident was forgotten.
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Calista just couldn't concentrate on Snape's lecture. She looked one way and
then the other. The Gryffindors were on one side and her own house,
Slytherin, was on the other. Calista was a small, bony little girl. She
lugged around a large bag full of school and reference books. She had frizzy
yellow hair that came up to her shoulders and sparkling blue eyes. Her eyes
were the only thing she liked about her appearance. Many times she had looked
at herself in the mirror and had greatly disapproved of her reflection. Her
mother and father were two gorgeous people; it had never made sense to her
how two such good-looking people had such an ugly daughter. Even her two
younger brothers were wickedly handsome. She often wished her parents would
let her magically correct her eyes, so she wouldn't have to wear those horrid
glasses. Many times she considered going to the Miranda's Magical Hair Salon
down the street from her house, and getting her hair straightened and dyed an
attractive strawberry blonde, but knew her parents wouldn't be pleased. In
the night she would look at herself in her tall mirror, hung by her dresser.
She'd imagine all her bony angles away and replace them with curves, how she
wished she could be beautiful.
You may conclude, Calista was the average "nerd." But, wait, there was a lot
more to her than that.
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Many times Calista found herself thinking about why she was in Slytherin. She
was horrified at the prospect of becoming a Dark Witch, and she strongly
disapproved of the Dark Arts. You definitely couldn't call her "sly and
cunning," in fact she was the complete opposite. She was polite, kind, and
honest. Everybody knew she would never lie, cheat, or steal. She almost was
unable to do anything wrong. In that way she was like Harry, he could always
do the right thing without taking a moment to think about it, and so could
she. But that was the only quality she and Harry shared. Sometimes she wished
she could be brave and stand up for herself, like Harry. But (alas) many
people said she was afraid of her own voice, and she almost believed it. She
had asked herself over and over again how she had been chosen to be in
Slytherin, and it had never made sense to her. She would have made a much
better Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff. She remembered back in her first year, when
she put on the Sorting Hat. She had been very nervous, but she had clearly
heard the Sorting Hat laughing. It said "You're a strange one," but after a
minute it yelled "SLYTHERIN!" and she had gotten off of the stool and walked
over to the Slytherin table. There were no cheers for her, she remembered,
they just stared at her. She told herself that they were just tired of
clapping and cheering, but inside she knew she wasn't welcome, and knew she
would never fit in. Every single student, professor, and staff member of
Hogwarts had wondered at least once why such a sweet girl like Calista was in
Slytherin. Many times Calista's professors had gone to Dumbledore, they would
ask if the Sorting Hat had made a mistake, and each time Dumbledore would
answer stubbornly, "The Sorting Hat is always right. It has never failed us
before." So Calista remained in Slytherin without friends.
A/N: There you are. Chapter one.... chapter two is up, so you can go read
that, if you aren't asleep, that is. It will get a lot more exiting, I know this chapter is boring, I had to do all my explaining. But the next chapters will get better. Thanks again to Tulip. And again (sorry to all of you that already get my point), please DO NOT tell me everyone is OOC. They have to be if this story exists. Thank you for reading.... hope it wasn't THAT bad.