"Morning. This is Severus Snape.

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Yes, yes, don't you get sentimental. It's been almost a week, I know. So what?

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Are you exceedingly busy?

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That's good to hear.

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No, I had to think about what you said and... I must make a confession. Wock-

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Yes. How do you know?

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Uh. Well yeah, he did eat people, occasionally, but he was no... wild animal, you see. We

didn't have a monster in the moat. He would merely eat what he was given and... yes, of

course I saw it.

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Several times, actually.

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Tell you about it? Are you sure that will be necessary?

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Uhm. Every detail?

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Yes, yes. Very well then-

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There were countless times. ... No, never anybody I knew. Strangers, mostly. Except-

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Yes, hang on.

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There has been someone I knew, actually. He was the father of one of my friends. Later at

Hogwarts, you see. I believe he and my father used to be on friendly terms as well. Before

that day. But something changed. I still haven't quite grasped what happened. I... never

thought very highly of that man anyway.

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Unpleasant, yes. Couldn't have put better. As I said, he was visiting my mother, when-

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My mother, yes. What are you implying?

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Keep those distasteful comments for yourself. And no, he wasn't. My father used to be at

work at this time of the day.

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But he returned. An hour early. I do believe he was in a very good mood, originally. Seemed

very calm, in any case. And even Luciana appeared less reluctant that usual. He approached

us, kissed her on her cheek and put his hand on my shoulder.

'Where's mother?' he asked in what was almost a cheerful voice, 'not still in bed, I suppose?'

'She's got a visitor,' I said and shrugged, primarily in order to get rid of his firm grip. 'Don't

know his name, though. Haven't seen him before.' It was true. I hadn't. His hand painfully

seized my shoulder for a brief moment, then loosened when the door swung open.

'Lance,' the surprised voice of a man said. I couldn't see him because he was standing behind

the door of the wardrobe. 'I... have come to see Teg.'

'I noticed,' was all my father replied.

'I... uhm... have recommended her an excellent doctor,' the man continued. 'If you haven't

noticed she's very ill, Lance - I have.' He stepped forward so that I could see him now. He

was blonde and a bit taller than my father. Strangely enough his robes showed a large

Slytherin court of armour on the backside. I hadn't yet had much to do with that matter then,

of course. I was only five years old after all. I remember liking the colours, though.

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It is one of the Hogwarts houses. My house, actually. I am Head of Slytherin.

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Yes.

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My father managed to keep his composure although I could feel he was fuming. Luciana had

taken refuge in the kitchen, but I couldn't bring myself to leave the place. I wanted to see it.

Perhaps my sister's just cleverer than I am. I don't know. Anyway, my father put on a rare

smile and asked the stranger to follow him to his office. The latter seemed to assume they'd

be having a drink there. Possibly overcoming old disagreements at last. But I was certain that

no reunion was about to happen. I saw the loathing in my father's expression, although unable

to understand his reasons. I was, in any case, aware that the stranger was falling for something

I had long stopped trusting. He would end up in the moat like the rest of them.

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A trapdoor? Pfft. How would that have worked? Naa - it was much simpler than that. He just

tossed him out of the window.

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Pardon? No, I am not grinning. ... No, I do not think this is funny. Though I must say the

idea... It is quite something to just throw people out of the window if you want to get rid of them, isn't it?

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You're right. I shouldn't say that. I can hear my father speaking. Can you believe it? He was

never very considerate when it came to interpersonal relations.

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I saw the stranger fall out of the window straight into the moat. He stroke the roof with his left

arm, hit against a stone wall and glided down another roof into the musty green water. Head

first. I thought he had drowned immediately. Many did, because the water was quite sticky.

You couldn't really move in there, you see, let alone swim. But then the man's head turned up

once more. His hair had lost its fair colour and he was covered with mud and seaweed.

'You will pay for that one, Snape!' he yelled. 'You can't just throw everyone you dislike into

your moat, you know! I have friends! Powerful friends! And they will take your wife from

you! And your children, and-' He stopped. The huge, green backside of a crocodile came

into his sight, gliding towards him almost ellegantly, but without hurry. All of a sudden his

voice seemed to fail him.

'Help,' he whispered, 'Snape, there is a crocodile in here!'

'Perhaps,' a loud voice came from the window next to mine and I quickly ducked as to not to

be seen by my father, 'your precious friends will never know that you have ever payed a visit

to my castle. That you tried to obliterate the piece and harmony of MY FAMILY. I should

think they never will, Marius Malfoy!' And he laughed.

'You can't have that beast kill me,' Malfoy gasped staring into a heavily toothed maw right

next to his face, 'I have-' But what he had we never found out. Wock's jaws clutched

around the man's neck and with a single bite his head was severed from his...

from...

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Teeth...

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There was... teeth... and a crack, when...

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I am fine, don't - don't worry.

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