Disclaimer: None of the characters or scenery etc. belong to me, they are the property of JK Rowling, she is a genius and she came up with the original ideas not me. I just added a few characters and made a crazy plot line, silly me.

Author's Note: I love this chapter, thanks to Green_Pig who checked it over as usual because I am very insecure. Why does no one review anymore? Have I made you lose interest? That ain't good if I have, in which case please read this chapter and review because by far this is my favourite chapter, it is insane and well, not what you would expect because yet again I was on auto pilot. Anyway I am addicted to reviews and if no one reviews I tend to lose hope and think I am no longer capable of writing something logical and well, good god help me... what is happening to my head... A-levels are evil and my German teacher is the most evil creature on the planet. Do read on...

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Deception is the key.

Eye Dent

It was an uncomfortable experience, Raine had no plans to ever make a mistake like that again, it was ridiculous she couldn't sleep no matter how had she tried the bath tub was an awkward shape and it annoyed her because she couldn't lie down, it was a long night and her back began to really ache. She considered yelling out to people but then reconsidered thinking that to be a slightly worse idea than waiting for on of the Prefects to come in and rescue her. How was she going to explain she couldn't get out, how was she going to explain how she got there? She would just have to rely on the fact the notion she could trust the Prefects.

Eventually she heard a sound at the door, the handle turned and one of the Prefects walked in with happy little footsteps Raine noticed, happy people, great all I need, she thought. Inside she was relieved she'd be able to get out of the bath but she wasn't relieved by the person who happened to walk in. One of the biggest busy bodies in the sixth year, damn!

"Miss Granger I don't suppose you could do me a huge favour and help me out of this bathtub could you?" Raine asked, Hermione jumped not expecting anyone else to be in there.

"Professor Stark?" She said puzzled, why would a Professor be in their bathroom, let alone stuck in the bath with no water.

"Look I don't have all day, just help me out will you?" Raine said shortly.

"Why can't you get out yourself?" Hermione said knowing very well that Raine wasn't the kind of teacher that couldn't get herself out of these situations.

"What a question... I'm afraid I can't answer that because I don't quite know so will you just help me out now?" Raine was beginning to become annoyed with her now, why couldn't she just help her out without the annoying nagging questions?

"Okay..." Hermione stepped up to the side of the bathtub and took both of Raine's out stretched hands and pulled her upwards. "Gaining a little weight aren't you Professor?" She said noticing the swell at her stomach and the undisputable mass she was lifting.

"What sort of thing to say is that?" Raine said flabbergasted, she noticed, shit, shit, shit! Raine was also a little taken back by the bluntness of the girl, she would never of dreamt of questioning a Professor like that when she had been at school.

"Well you're a little big for your frame aren't you? For someone who does so much exercise?" Hermione had a point Raine realised but she still wasn't going to give a straight answer.

"Well I... thank you for your help Miss Granger!" Raine snapped getting to her feet promptly.

"You're pregnant!" Hermione burst out a look of shock on her face, it was also mixed with a strange delight, she'd been the first one to notice, she couldn't wait to tell Ron and Harry.

"No, don't be absurd!" Raine said quickly arching herself over in an effort to hide the tiny bulge.

"I can keep secrets I swear I won't tell anyone," said Hermione remembering her third year when she hadn't told a soul about having a way of travelling through time to take more lessons, but this was different she could tell someone about this.

"Well that makes no difference since I'm not pregnant but I don't want you mentioning this little incident to your nosey little friends," Raine said walking to the door, Potter and Weasley, that's all I need, those two butting their noses in, Severus would never forgive me if they knew before he did, and he will never find out, what am I taking about, just shut up! She snapped at herself within her head, shut up!

"I'll keep it to myself... sure," Hermione said smiling broadly.

"Or I'll fail you in Defence Against the Dark Arts, understand," Raine knew Hermione would do anything to keep herself from failing Defence Against the Dark Arts or any subject for that matter.

"You can't fail me!" Hermione stammered. "I'm good at that lesson. That would be unfair."

"Who said it would be fair? I just said I'd fail you, I've got no qualms about failing you on the basis of fair or your good at it, all I want is for you to keep your mouth shut!" Raine snapped brushing her hair out of her face.

"I..." Hermione tried to said something but she was too shocked about being blackmailed by a teacher.

"Good day..." Raine said sweetly before exiting the bathroom. Hermione proceeded to clean her teeth and wash extremely annoyed.

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There was a knock on Dumbledore's office door. He looked up to see Stark enter looking stressed and panicky, this was an unusual sight since she normally portrayed herself as a very astute calm woman but she appeared to have all the collectiveness of a herd of sheep scared by passers by. He pointed to the seat opposite which she took before flitting her glance about the room like a nervous hawk.

"Are you okay Raine?" He asked as she started scratching her head distractedly.

"I have to leave!" She said looking desperately into Dumbledore's confused sapphire eyes gripping the edge of the desk with most of her strength.

"You can't leave," he said quickly as she went to get up before halting looking back shocked, of course she could leave why on earth not?

"Why not?" Raine said looking back again.

"We don't have a replacement for you, you know how difficult it is to get a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher let alone at short notice," he said she got to her feet.

"You don't understand I'm turning into a whale! I can't teach like this and keep everyone thinking I'm just getting fat, this is getting ridiculous! I have to go!" She ran out of the room.

"Stark!" Dumbledore shouted after her but it did no good, she didn't come back.

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Severus got a note delivered to him from one of the students, a Gryffindor who was glad to be rid of it, not so glad however to have to give the note to Snape. It was addressed from Professor McGonagall;

Professor Snape,

There is a meeting at eight o'clock in the staff room. It is important that everyone attends, this matter is sensitive and extremely bazaar. I trust you understand.

Yours Sincerely

Professor M. McGonagall.

He looked at the note, everyone is to attend, like he needed telling, well okay he'd missed a few but he had a good excuse. He then returned to marking the latest in the homework for the sixth years, that Hermione Granger seemed to know everything, it was beginning to agitate him.

He walked out of his office at eight heading to the staff room, what could be so urgent? For once his mind was at a complete loss, he kept going anyway, past all the students who looked at him strangely as all the staff filtered into the staff room like drones. He couldn't think what they were doing it for, had they been cursed or something or were his eyes playing tricks on him again? It had to be that.

Within the staff room everyone sat in their seat Severus slumped into his seat eyeing everyone with contempt though there did appear to be an empty seat, Dumbledore however started to speak anyway.

"As you all know I have called you all here for an extremely urgent reason," he began though Flitwick cut him off.

"Raine isn't here yet," he squeaked.

"Exactly," Dumbledore said solemnly. "Professor Stark has left us."

"Left us what do you mean?" Snape said coldly. "She isn't dead is she?" He said a little some cautiously.

"No Severus she isn't dead. She just came to my office telling me she had to leave for a few months, she should be back next year I would hope though I'm not too hopeful, we don't seem to have much luck with Defence Against the Dark Arts teachers. I'll be going to look for a replacement until then I am going to cancel those lessons for a few days hopefully I should find another teacher by then or I'll have to fill in." He said, most of the staff looked at him strangely before exchanging shocked glances with each other. "I would appreciate it if you don't tell the students what has happened, just say Raine had to go to some form of conference or something and we don't know when she'll be back."

"Do you really think that will work?" Sinistra said looking to Severus with refreshed hope. He looked away, not again. What would she just storm off? He looked about the room some of the staff were looking at him sympathetically as if he had cared, he never cared he told himself, why would he care? He couldn't care less, Trelawney however had to open her big misinformed mouth. Her eyes had misted over and she didn't appear to have any of her usual clueless expression as she started to speak but it didn't sound like she was using her voice.

"There is more to this than meets the eye. The one of the storm hides the air. He who holds fire in his palm could not thaw the ice shrouded in darkness. The compulsive liar should not be made to tell the truth or his plan shall encircle us and the glow as cold as the moon shall rip the landscape apart." Dumbledore pushed his glasses up his nose looking about the room to see if anyone had believed her but the rest of the staff seemed to think she was making it up but Severus didn't know what to think, had she ever been right or was he right yet again to want to hit her with the crystal ball in the Divination class room.

"That's enough Sybil," Dumbledore smiled acting as if he didn't believe her but there was something about it, he didn't quite know what it was but he had to figure it out and fast.

"So what re we going to do about Stark's sudden departure?" Snape said coldly.

"I told you Severus, I will find a replacement," Dumbledore repeated before dismissing everyone. Severus frowned and swept out of the room. His heart in his mouth he wanted to be sick, there was just something wrong with this whole situation, he couldn't quite figure it out. Raine didn't seem the kind to just give up on something, he always thought she'd be there in the Defence Against the Darks Arts position just to annoy him. He went into the Dungeons to his chambers and led on the bed looking up at the ceiling thinking. What had Trelawney been babbling about, had she made a correct prediction for once? It didn't seem likely in his mind, the one of the storm? It made no sense.

He thought about a lot of things but none of them seemed to make sense. Nothing seemed to make sense, he got out of his seat and headed to the Great Hall to satisfy his hunger and hopefully kill the questions in his mind.

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A week passed and Dumbledore was able to find a funny little woman to take Raine's place as Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. She was a poor choice for a replacement in Severus' opinion, she was short chirpy and had long red hair, she had an annoying habit of constantly smiling, as if her cheeks were glued that way. Whenever he laid eyes on her he sneered, she just smiled blankly and moved on ignoring him. The feast they had to welcome her had been amusing as she got as cold a reception from the students as she had from him. He though she would quit before long and perhaps Dumbledore would finally grant him the chance to prove he could teacher dark arts better than any of the morons he had hired before hand.

He didn't stay for the whole of the feast he was too annoyed in a way. He walked to the dungeons before deciding to take the secret passage to Hogsmeade under the one eyed witch and into The Three Broomsticks, most of the people there were surprised to see him since he taught their children and it was a school evening but he didn't care. He pulled up a stool and looked to the doorway for three hours before taking a seat collecting glass after glass around him which he had begun to arrange about himself as if trying to build a wall occasionally glancing to the door, he wasn't sure why he was doing it but he was, looking to see if she would come back, if she would walk in and tell him to grow up, he wasn't bothered if she would break his nose as long as she turned up. But she didn't, before he knew it he was out of his head and Madam Rosemerta was asking him to leave.

"Professor Snape?" She called to him, he lifted his hand and pushed her fingers away as she tried to tap him to wake him up.

"Raine?" He muttered.

"Professor Snape? You're in The Three Broomsticks, you have to get back to school, you have work tomorrow," she continued softly, he snapped upright with a look of urgency on his face.

"School, yes of course!" He said staggering out of his chair towards the door. "Why won't it stay still?!" He snapped as the door appeared to sway from side to side.

"It is," she said taking his hand and placing it on the handle.

"Then why doesn't it open?!" He roared trying to push a pull door open.

"Pull it Professor," she said getting a little concerned.

"I am a Professor I think I know how to open a door!" He snapped at her still pushing it.

"But if you..."

"Shut up!" He snapped still holding the door but moving to her, the door opened and he stopped then ignored her and stormed out.

The staggering form of Severus Snape meandered down the path to Hogwarts, his mind elsewhere. He walked across the cobbled street of Hogsmeade and across the road towards the gates of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Yet another gate thwarted him but instead of opening it he climbed over not remembering such things as gates open, he had a wand and that tops of gates can be extremely dangerous if you're a man, he fell over the other side and remained where he was in excruciating agony for about an hour before staggering to his feet and continuing across the Hogwarts lawns like someone had attempted to cut him in two.

Approaching the doors was yet another obstacle but this time he looked at the problem instead of trying to lump himself over it, not that you can squeeze over the top of doors unless you're made of liquid that is, Severus was beginning to wish he was, it would take some of the pain away. He yet again attempted to take the swaying handle but it evaded him again, he grunted in annoyance before taking another swipe at the wobbling doorknob.

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"Draco this is really wrong, I should be in my common room not out here with you, this is the most stupid decision I have ever made in my life, can you remind me again why I'm here?" Hermione said looking at Draco's icy grey eyes leaning against the wall looking at him analytically as she heard the door opening. "Who's that?!" She squeaked.

"I don't know," he said moving towards the wall leaning on Hermione who's expression was flabbergasted she attempted to hit him but her grabbed her wrist and looked her in the eyes.

"Draco?!" She said in an annoyed whisper.

"You're here because I can't keep my hands off you any longer," he mumbled drawing her into a passionate kiss, someone walked into the room but the secluded corner was out of the way from everyone else. Hermione through all her trying to fight it enjoyed the kiss though she didn't return it. He stopped and looked into her charming brown eyes and smiled, he knew that she had got a kick out of that even if she hadn't done so intentionally.

"Snape?" She said looking as the sound of grumbling filled the hallway and she could see a tall dark cloaked figure slouched against the wall drag itself along the hallway, towards the steps. Draco turned to look at it, it was definitely Snape, he smiled slyly, drawing his wand, Hermione gasped as a small jet of light shot from the end. Snape halted. "What are you doing Malfoy?!" She half shouted before he placed a hand to her mouth to keep her quiet, his sly features shot a playful smile at her as she noticed an object obstructing Snape's path. He appeared to be grumbling about something before turning away and going in the other direction.

"He's plastered," Draco said trying to hold back the grin.

"We could get into serious trouble for this!" Hermione tried to say but his hand was still over her mouth so all it came out as was a muffled whine. The new turn of events kept her worrying about something else other than the fact that a Slytherin tried to lip wrestle with her.

"Not as much as he will if he's caught like this," Malfoy hummed moving another object into his way. Snape expression was beginning to look worried.

"Weh?" They were able to here him mumble as he changed direction yet again.

"Lets have a little fun shall we 'Mione," he said in a husky voice.

"Never call me that!" She snapped dragging his hand from her face. "My name is Hermione, Her - my - oh - nee! Got it! Not Herm, not Hermi, and not bloody 'Mione! You have a tongue quite clearly Malfoy so use it!" She snapped, he went to drag her into another kiss, she held him back. "Not again Malfoy!"

"Okay Granger, keep your wig on," he said coolly. She glowered at him and watched even though she knew she should stop him as he continued moving things around their drunken Potions Master, Severus was walking in circles not sure what was happening, it was like the walls were closing in on him, he turned eventually back to the first object.

"I'm sure I've been here before," he said in a mousy tone becoming scared, not sure what was happening.

"I wonder how long it will take him to figure out," Malfoy whispered to Hermione who was only just able to control her laughter. "You're very pretty when you smile," he said she smiled again, it was more of a blush, what was she doing, she was going out with Ron yet she was out and about the school with Malfoy, the Slytherin scum she walloped with all her might in her third year. She knew he was rude, arrogant, didn't give a damn about anyone but himself and yet she was finding herself attracted to him.

"I think I should go back to the common room," she said sliding away from him.

"I don't want you to go," he insisted placing an arm in her way while continuing to confuse Snape as he ran about in circles behind them.

"Please Draco, I don't think this is right," she said looking towards Severus allowing herself a small snigger. "It's unfair on Ron, and you, you should have said before I started going out with him.

"I didn't want you then," he said tilting his head.

"And you think you can just take what you want?" She said crossly.

"I never said that," he muttered.

"But it's what you meant," she snapped. "You're a pig Malfoy you really are!" She said knocking his arm out of the way.

"Hermione, please, just listen to me," he said drawing all his attention to her.

"You had your chance jack ass," she snapped storming off.

"Damn," he grumbled continuing to annoying Snape, who was now looking extremely angry.

"I haven't time for this!" Snape bellowed making Malfoy flinch as he kicked one of the obstacles out of the way smashing it against the back wall before tarring off down the corridor towards the Dungeons. Draco watched in amusement before heading off to his common room.

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Severus threw the door to his chambers open angrily proceeding to walk into the cold room by himself as usual. But it didn't feel normal, he continually thought he shouldn't be alone at his age, he should have been married or at least have a steady partner at thirty-seven but no, he was alone - all alone.

He walked to the mantle piece with the glittering green flames casting a strong shadow against the opposite wall it was looming and fierce like he was, as he held his hands against either side of the fireplace it mimicked him. He leant his head to the cold mirror that sat above it, he looked at his face, dark, sinister, well defined, aristocratic, powerful features. His dark eyes glassed over the hollow black pools showing more than he would have liked, it was more a wish, a wanting, he fell the loneliness more now, perhaps it was because no one was there to distract him from it anymore. It had been a week and the hollow emptiness began to settle over him like ominous strata, it was like he was feeling every human beings need to be part of a whole. He now knew he was only a half, and that everyone would see it in him, nothing, he was nothing.

He closed his eyes tightly and gripped the edges of the fireplace tightly, there was something missing from him; he'd never felt so incomplete. He thought of everything that had happened to him during his life, was he that much of a fool. He knew that joining the Death Eaters was wrong, that it caused people never to trust him, never to look at him in the same way. He was almost as slippery as that snake Voldemort kept as a pet, he felt disgusted in himself.

He opened his eyes again, back to the mirror, the face however appeared to be changing, as if it were liquid being sculpted into shape, the eyes changed colour, burning steel grey the face emaciating to that of a girl of about fourteen, her jet black hair sat in ringlets past the frame of the mirror, her lips plush pink yet her face was pallid, her cheeks belying the only colour to it, light rose gracing her well structured face, she looked back at him saying nothing but blinking as if she were alive, pressing her hands to her side of the glass, he gasped drawing a sharp breath jumping back from the mirror, she tilted her head to the side and smiled at him briefly before her expression changed to that of sadness again. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, he couldn't be seeing someone else's reflection, he watched it briefly before it began to change, the hair becoming shorter, he approached it again closing his eyes as the length of the hair turned to ash within the picture the robes from light blue to black. The eyes from silver to green the face becoming more astute, scrutinising, shrewd, the eyes from innocent to calculating the lips becoming pale along with the face but the light rose in the cheeks remained like it were set there. It was Raine, she turned her head to the side and blinked before looking back sadly, and mouthing something that filled the room coming from all round the room like an echo.

"I'm sorry," it whispered, causing him to look about the room in dazed confusion was she there, his robes ripped out around him, where was it coming from, mirror's don't talk.

"No you're not!" He roared throwing his fist at the mirror breaking the glass leaving small shards in his knuckles, he could still hear the remainder of the echo whispering around him, making him spin around his cloak following behind yet the shadow remained unmoving like it were watching him. "You were never sorry!" He yelled thrusting his fist at the wall with all his might, blood trickled from his fist in small trickles grit embedded in the wound though it cut him more on the inside than on the outside. "Nothing you every did made anyone think you'd ever be sorry," he screamed at the mirror with the remaining pieces of glass showing his position as he picked up the chair from in front of the desk in a whirl of black. "You didn't care just like everyone else! No one cares no one gives a damn!" He yelled attracting attention from the upper floors as his voice echoed in his own chambers and throughout the whole school. "Why?!" He shouted. "Because you're a bitch!" He snapped throwing the chair at the mirror breaking it completely sending it shattering to the floor. Some of the wood being licked by the eerie green flames, but didn't light. "Old or new nothing matters I'm just a joke to everyone!" He roared throwing the other fist at the wall shattering his knuckles causing him to leave it hanging limp at his side but too drunk to be worried about the pain. He grabbed one of the drawers and pulled it out allowing all the paper to fly out across the room before pulling another drawer out smashing the inks on his desk, throwing the quills about the room in a drunken rage. "Have a laugh Raine! Take a shot at this, what kind of quips could you come up with about this little escapade?!" He shouted spinning on his heal looking to the ceiling and all around him but no sound, the shadow continued to watch standing tall and proud arms folded as Severus ran in circles his robes billowing around him holding his hands to his head pulling on his hair trying find a reason for everything being the way it was, there was no reason, nothing made sense. Nothing at all, he couldn't pin point what he was doing, he just wanted to curl up and die. The thunder storm allowed a strike of lightning to thunder down upon the ground outside the window Severus turned to face it, the light caused and eerie light to glow to his face as the light forced itself into the room. The thunder clapped and the door flew open.

"Severus?" Dumbledore said standing in the corner by the door not wanting to approach.

"Can you hear it?!" Snape said dangerously.

"Hear what Severus?" Dumbledore said calmly as Snape stood watching the storm peacefully.

"Her voice," Severus breathed his breath short.

"What voice Severus?" Dumbledore asked walking deeper into the messed up room.

Another great shaft of lightning scorched the ground.

"Neither can I!" He roared going out of control again picking up a piece of the broken chair and throwing it at the window, the wood hit it slowly, then the glass wobbled like it were going to ripple like liquid before the window left out a mighty howl and the pane of glass exploded into the room sending shards of glass flying into the room, Snape covered his face, the shadow now doing the same as the man, using his arms to protect his face the wind causing his hair to fly out behind him his cloak flying out behind him like a flow of lava from an explosive volcano.

"Severus!" Dumbledore shouted seeing Snape remain still for a while after the glass finished flying into the room, he approached the younger man who seemed to be calming placing an arm on his shoulder. "I'm sure she'll come back," he said though nothing was certain. Severus sent his arm flying out to his side knocking the older man into the wall.

"I don't want her to come back!" He bellowed throwing his fist at the wall again this time taking a chunk of the rock with it. The other members of staff came into the room, Hagrid going in front of most, McGonagall went to check on Dumbledore who got to his feet strongly and looked to Sinistra.

"Where's Kratts?" He said calmly, Sinistra shrugged her shoulders. "Go and get her." He said sharply as Hagrid tried to stop Snape going insane.

"Get off me!" Snape yelled as Hagrid lifted him from the floor like he weighed nothing at all, Snape brought his arms down sharply onto Hagrid's shoulders knocking one out of place and causing them both to release him while he smashed a pot of floo powder onto the floor in front of the fire place making everything cloudy all but his shadow which was still cast strongly against the opposite wall the thunder booming outside as the wind chilled the room ripping everything apart.

"Stupify!" A shocked voice screamed into the room, Severus was knocked off his feet into the wall. The room's sound died down and al that could be seen was a slowly fading shadow as the sound of the drapes being blow about from the bed filled the room. The floo powder eventually settled to the ground and in the door way stood the red headed Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher looking annoyed as the rest of the staff stood in the room covered in floo powder and Hagrid was holding onto his shoulders. Dumbledore looked at Kratts who smiled like she normally did, sweetly and innocently her eyes wide open as McGonagall began to dust herself off, Hagrid walked out of the room grasping his right shoulder to the Hospital wing. Sinistra poked her head round the door and gave a little laugh, Trelawney glowered at her. "I need some sleep," Kratts said walking down the corridor and out of sight.

"Get him up to the hospital wing!" McGonagall said to Vector and Flitwick who made a stretcher and placed him on it. "Sober the drunken lout up!" She snapped still trying to get the white powder out of her black hair.

"Well I must say he's gotten stronger since he took those classes," Dumbledore said remarking on the power that struck him aside.

"I think they're a bad idea!" McGonagall snapped looking at the mess all about the room.

"Demestious," Dumbledore mumbled pointing him wand at different sections of the room that proceeded to tidy itself. "Well they can't take those classes again Stark's left remember."

"Eenei seems a little strange don't you think?" Minerva said using two of her fingers to sweep an annoying bit of floo powder off Dumbledore's shoulders.

"Seems harmless enough," Dumbledore said placing his wand back into his pocket.

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"Enervate!" Madam Pomfrey snapped standing over Severus with a disgusted look on her face.

"What the hell am I doing in here!" He snapped looking back at her after taking a few seconds to see where he was.

"Drink this!" She said coldly shoving a cup of coffee into his hands.

"I don't like coffee!" He said turning up his nose at it.

"Just drink it Severus," Madam Pomfrey said watching him to make sure he did what she said, there was just no arguing with this woman. He cringed as the revolting liquid oozed down his throat making him feel more awake and alert. "What were you thinking?!" She said shortly.

"What?"

"You were drunk!"

"I umm..." His head was over come by a powerful and awful feeling like someone had dropped a piano on his head and he realised how likely that was going to be. "I have a hang over..." he groaned.

"And your own fault it is too!"

"Go away..." he groaned as her voice began to drone on and on - he just wasn't interested. All he could hear was blah blah blah... you're a fool, blah blah blah you could have lost you job... blah blah blah, what if one of the students saw you? Blah blah blah you have a shattered fist.

"What?!" he said finally taking note of his situation, the pane hit him like a wave of cold water. He let out a yell due to the pain that resounded all over the school. Madam Pomfrey then left him in the room to deal with the pain for about ten minutes as a punishment before fixing his fists though there was still a little scaring, hitting the knuckles is always a bad idea since the wounds keep reopening as you move your fingers.

"Let that be a lesson to you Severus, don't go drinking again," she cautioned him, as if he would listen, if he wanted a drink he would have a drink there was nothing she could do about it.

"Yeah yeah," he grumbled walking out of the hospital wing.

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Author's Note: Weird huh, well I was on auto pilot and thought yeah lets get rid of her, see how the story goes and this is kinda odd, well I like it... I hope you do to... Gotta jet and stuff and please, please, please, don't forget to review.

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