Chapter Two: Encounter with evil
Harry was excited to be going back to Diagon Alley and even more excited because he would be meeting this Savannah. And probably more excited that he was allowed to go to Hogsmeade. He had felt like a part of the Weasley family and thought of them as his family. Ginny tugged on Harry's sleeve.
"Does my hair look alright, Harry?" He looked at it. She had put it into 2 pigtails and there was a small piece of hair sticking up like Alfalfa's on the Little Rascals. He smiled and answered.
"Look's fine Ginny." She blushed furiously.
"Thank you."
Snape was throwing various weeds and shrubs into his cauldron. He sighed heavily.
"Filch!" he bellowed for the caretaker. Argus Filch appeared in the doorway.
"What can I do for ya sir?"
"Argus I am sick of making these damn potions! I am thinking about quitting!" Filch rolled his eyes.
"Good God Severus! You're the best bloody Potions master in the world! Please reconsider. The children love you!"
"The children? The children hate me! Except perhaps Malfoy's son and his little friends. What am I talking about? I don't like that kid! I can't stand that spoiled brat! Oh Argus what am I saying? Sure I enjoy tormenting their little minds with my presence and making that Potter's life a living Hell and scaring that Longbottom shitless! But I want to be the damn Dark Arts teacher!" He growled and hit his cauldron; its contents billowed on the floor. Filch balled up his fist and socked him in the jaw. Snape stumbled to keep his balance.
"Thanks Argus. I needed that."
"Don't mention it lad. Yeh jus' needed some sense knocked in yeh!" Filch patted him on the back.
"Take your holiday and clear your head." Filch chuckled softly to himself and walked away, Mrs. Norris scurrying quickly after him.
"A holiday." Snape said to himself and left the dungeons.
Snape walked into Flourish and Blotts. Seamus Finnigan caught a glimpse and ducked behind a pile of books. He was working there over the summer as a stock boy. Snape walked up to the front desk where Boris Blotts, the shopkeeper and co-owner of the bookstore greeted him warmly.
"Good Mornin' Professor. What can I help you with sir?" Snape thought for a moment.
"Ah, yes I was wondering if you had a book on rare flowers. One in particularly, the Violette Agusa or Purple Agnus."
"Hmm," the shopkeeper thought holding his chin. He turned around and replied.
"One moment sir." and he whisked back into the storeroom. Snape had turned around after hearing the familiar voice of George Weasley who was carrying the new girl Savannah on his back.
"Pack on a few pounds this summer, eh love?" George exclaimed.
"Yup! Shoot! I ain't denyin' it!" George put her down and put his hands on his knees to catch his breath. A few moments later the shopkeeper returned.
"You're in luck, came in this morning. Here you are." Blotts said handing the violet velvet covered book to him. Snape thumbed through it and said.
"This would be a nice book to add to my collection. How much?"
"I'd say 15 Galleons." Snape dropped 20 Galleons in the man's hand.
"Keep the change." He said in a deadly silence.
"Thank you for your business sir. Have a nice day." Snape headed for the door and George grabbed Savannah's arm.
"Duck, it's Snape! He's a rotten foul sort of git." Savannah hit him hard on his shoulder.
"Ow!"
"That's mean George. He's had a bad morning. He's jus' lonely." George rolled his eyes.
"Oh brother!"
"Good day Mr. Weasley." Came a dark sinister voice from behind. His eyes widened like Ron's. He spun slowly around and met Snape's cold eyes.
"Uh? Hullo Prof. Snape. I was jus' takin' my friend Savannah here to get some books for school and all that good stuff." Snape raised an eyebrow and shifted his glance on Savannah.
"You!" he said in surprise.
"Geez! How many times do I have to say I'm sorry?" she said. He looked at her puzzled, as did George.
"Don't mention it, I was having a bad morning." George muffled a wisecrack. "Must be every morning," he thought.
"Well I must be off. Good day Mr. Weasley, Miss Johnson," and with that Snape left into the sea of people. Savannah grinned,
"I want ice cream. Let's go to Wizardberry, my treat."
"Can't argue with that." George replied with a smile.
Harry was excited to be going back to Diagon Alley and even more excited because he would be meeting this Savannah. And probably more excited that he was allowed to go to Hogsmeade. He had felt like a part of the Weasley family and thought of them as his family. Ginny tugged on Harry's sleeve.
"Does my hair look alright, Harry?" He looked at it. She had put it into 2 pigtails and there was a small piece of hair sticking up like Alfalfa's on the Little Rascals. He smiled and answered.
"Look's fine Ginny." She blushed furiously.
"Thank you."
Snape was throwing various weeds and shrubs into his cauldron. He sighed heavily.
"Filch!" he bellowed for the caretaker. Argus Filch appeared in the doorway.
"What can I do for ya sir?"
"Argus I am sick of making these damn potions! I am thinking about quitting!" Filch rolled his eyes.
"Good God Severus! You're the best bloody Potions master in the world! Please reconsider. The children love you!"
"The children? The children hate me! Except perhaps Malfoy's son and his little friends. What am I talking about? I don't like that kid! I can't stand that spoiled brat! Oh Argus what am I saying? Sure I enjoy tormenting their little minds with my presence and making that Potter's life a living Hell and scaring that Longbottom shitless! But I want to be the damn Dark Arts teacher!" He growled and hit his cauldron; its contents billowed on the floor. Filch balled up his fist and socked him in the jaw. Snape stumbled to keep his balance.
"Thanks Argus. I needed that."
"Don't mention it lad. Yeh jus' needed some sense knocked in yeh!" Filch patted him on the back.
"Take your holiday and clear your head." Filch chuckled softly to himself and walked away, Mrs. Norris scurrying quickly after him.
"A holiday." Snape said to himself and left the dungeons.
Snape walked into Flourish and Blotts. Seamus Finnigan caught a glimpse and ducked behind a pile of books. He was working there over the summer as a stock boy. Snape walked up to the front desk where Boris Blotts, the shopkeeper and co-owner of the bookstore greeted him warmly.
"Good Mornin' Professor. What can I help you with sir?" Snape thought for a moment.
"Ah, yes I was wondering if you had a book on rare flowers. One in particularly, the Violette Agusa or Purple Agnus."
"Hmm," the shopkeeper thought holding his chin. He turned around and replied.
"One moment sir." and he whisked back into the storeroom. Snape had turned around after hearing the familiar voice of George Weasley who was carrying the new girl Savannah on his back.
"Pack on a few pounds this summer, eh love?" George exclaimed.
"Yup! Shoot! I ain't denyin' it!" George put her down and put his hands on his knees to catch his breath. A few moments later the shopkeeper returned.
"You're in luck, came in this morning. Here you are." Blotts said handing the violet velvet covered book to him. Snape thumbed through it and said.
"This would be a nice book to add to my collection. How much?"
"I'd say 15 Galleons." Snape dropped 20 Galleons in the man's hand.
"Keep the change." He said in a deadly silence.
"Thank you for your business sir. Have a nice day." Snape headed for the door and George grabbed Savannah's arm.
"Duck, it's Snape! He's a rotten foul sort of git." Savannah hit him hard on his shoulder.
"Ow!"
"That's mean George. He's had a bad morning. He's jus' lonely." George rolled his eyes.
"Oh brother!"
"Good day Mr. Weasley." Came a dark sinister voice from behind. His eyes widened like Ron's. He spun slowly around and met Snape's cold eyes.
"Uh? Hullo Prof. Snape. I was jus' takin' my friend Savannah here to get some books for school and all that good stuff." Snape raised an eyebrow and shifted his glance on Savannah.
"You!" he said in surprise.
"Geez! How many times do I have to say I'm sorry?" she said. He looked at her puzzled, as did George.
"Don't mention it, I was having a bad morning." George muffled a wisecrack. "Must be every morning," he thought.
"Well I must be off. Good day Mr. Weasley, Miss Johnson," and with that Snape left into the sea of people. Savannah grinned,
"I want ice cream. Let's go to Wizardberry, my treat."
"Can't argue with that." George replied with a smile.