A/N If you went ahead and read this chapter, you should go back to the last, because I made major changes in it, leading to this thread. This will be the last chapter. Thank you for bearing with my major writer's block! Thank you to the very kind reviewers as well…and as I set this aside, I could fix and finish my other fic, 'The Diary". (insert evil laugh) . Fix because I don't like how it went at all…but minor changes at most.

Btw, I have to share something weird. Years ago I liked the raunchy song 'Closer' by Nine Inch Nails, but I vaguely remember the video. Now, I just saw the front man Trent Reznor of NiN, and guess what? The guys is a friggin' image of Snape, only more accurate in age! (36 or 37), Fuck, he should be Snape! Go check out pictures of him if you don't know him, and you'll see what I mean.

Evaluation

Final Chapter

By Astral Fou-lu

The term ended as it should be. What should be?

The image of Neville crying over his grades is what should be, in Snape's case. As is the other tiny facts of Hogwarts that all of the students who leave Severus Snape's classrooms should be either depressed or suicidal over their grades, that was fixed too.

"B-But, Professor! I thought you understood me!" Neville whimpered, clutching his report card. Snape swiveled around his chair to face him, as he was arranging potion bottles by the windowsill. Professor Snape seemed to ponder of what he should tell Neville; after all, Lupin in his image had undoubtedly said stupid things to the boy--denying or contradicting his earlier words would prove that he was really incapacitated by that time. Or in more frank terms, went nuts. Severus did not like that notion for the wizards to think that he was a candidate for St. Mungo's…

Snape leveled his gaze towards Neville's. "Yes, Longbottom, I understood you very well," he intoned carefully as what any careful teacher should to a slow-learning student, "I understood that you need great improvement in regards to your grades. My earlier words to you obviously went unheeded."

To his chagrin he noted that his sixth-year incoming seventh-year student was trying hard not to cry, he hastily added (Damn it, thought Snape) "But I trust that you will improve this final year, Longbottom."

Neville nodded mutely.

Snape groaned inwardly and said," Go to Professor Lupin's office. Tell him that I want you to have a chunk of chocolate; and I ran out of supplies."

"Sir?"

"You're dismissed. Now. Scram." Promptly Snape swiveled his chair around once more, towards his stoppered jars. Neville took it as a signal to go; except that when he did so, he felt oddly lighter.

Odd, Snape thought, passing a jar between his hands, stopping himself before it fell.

"Hello, Neville," the unmistakable voice of Lupin wafted over from the direction of the doorway. "You did very well in my exams, I'm proud of you,"

Snape snorted. Patronizing bastard. He resumed his jar-passing to make himself look occupied.

"…oh?" Remus said, slightly chuckling. "Of course, I have lots of them…but later, hm? At dinner. Goodbye, Neville." Remus closed the door behind him and took a few seconds break before saying anything to Snape.

"Doing last-minute changes, eh, Severus?" Remus said, putting on a faux-cheerful face. Of course, Severus only sensed it judging by the lilt in the werewolf's voice. "Well, it's doing wonders for Neville, but--"

"Neville is already approaching seventh-year, Lupin," Severus cut in, tone acerbic as always. "Don't patronize his sniveling ways in which he is so accustomed to."

"Your old ways didn't help either, Severus," Lupin retorted, but with a softer tone with a harder edge. Severus sensed the tension emanated from the werewolf.

"What did you come here for, anyway, Lupin?"

"Nothing. I just want to apologize on Sirius' half, about what happened that day." Remus murmured. "But I guess that that is beyond salvation, eh, Severus?"

"What, your dog-friend too busy rolling over for Dumbledore to say it personally? I'm not soliciting for any apologies, Lupin. It is simply not my way," Severus snarled, ungracefully banging down the jar that he was handling to the windowshelf and rattling the row of jars, "and to think that I trusted you to realized that. You lot are too arrogant to notice that, as always. Why, Lupin?" Snape sneered slightly. "Are you washing your hands off Sirius' actions?"

Remus looked flustered. "No--! I just--"

Severus waved him off. "You just…what? I don't care, Lupin. I don't even care that Dumbledore seems to condone your friend's actions. Not that I care. As long as our relationship revolves around me giving you Wolfsbane, and you getting out of my way, I am content."

"So I take it that you accept the apologies."

"How impertinent you are."

Gryffindor License to Impertinence and Stupidity, thought Snape as he stared down Lupin who stood expectantly by his doorway.

Newly graduated Zinfandel Highwind neé Zinfandel Slytherin (a/n: she has her own story that I'll work on soon) laughed as she lifted the teaucp to her lips and politely declined the proffered lemon drop. "I told you that the muggle Evaluation scheme is brilliant, Headmaster," she smiled into her cup. Sitting across her is a very satisfied-looking Dumbledore.

"Well, child, the scheme worked, to say the least," Dumbledore said. "Your suggestion brought about miracles, even to our favorite purveyor of bleakness,"

They both laughed.

"Truly a Slytherin, you are, child. Salazar must be proud of you. We have found out that a crow could be turned white without the use of paint. He changed color in his will will."

"He did? He's a rather dark shade of gray, Headmaster."

"Do not worry. His time will come," Dumbledore replied cryptically.

"Aren't you worried though, when his punishments go rather--far off?" Zinfandel asked, raising a brow as if challenging the ethereal old man.

"I trust Severus enough to know that everything he does is or the good of the students."

"But, Headmaster…" Zinfandel spluttered her tea, holding in her laughter, "does that include doing what he had in store for Sirius Black?"

The next term.

Severus had, as Zinfandel had predicted (or planned) received fair evaluation feedback, and his otherwise dismal performance did not in anyway affect his payroll ("You will be on probation in consumption of teacakes, though," said Dumbledore solemnly). Humming on his way to his next class, he finally arrived at his classroom where he caught Hermione, Parvati, Lavender, and some Slytherin girls cuddling a large plush toy dog.

Snape cleared his throat, promptly stopping all activity. Hermione blushed red as Weasley, and his Slytherin girls looked chagrined with being caught in such an 'untasteful' behavior.

Imagine their shock when he told them "Carry on," and went his merry way towards the teacher's table.

Somehow Ron Weasley said too loudly for comfort "What is happening with Snape?"

"It is Black that is happening, Weasley."

"What?" Ron and Harry exclaimed. "What do you mean?" Harry repeated, confused.

Then it clicked.

"Hermione!" Ron shouted a little too loudly. "Don't press that friggin' stuffed toy's face to your chest, that's bloody Sirius!"

Several shrieks ensued. Hermione jerked the toy dog away from her chest (what could Sirius be thinking as his face was subjected to…? Oh well) and stared at in horror. Then, when she realized that she practically threw him several feet away, she ran towards muttering several expressions of apology.

When the cacophony subsided, he looked at Potter in the eye and relished the following words: "You do something that is detrimental to this class' studying, Potter (and that includes you, Weasley and Granger), and I will use this toy dog's filling as test tube stoppers."

The class had ended and Severus stared at his Evaluation feedback sheet. At the back of the parchment the following words were scribbled:

"Punish on."