Chapter 1.
Severus Snape looked down at the essay before him. He was grinding his teeth, a sign that his mind was elsewhere hard. This particular essay belonged to Hermione Granger. A seventh year Griffindor who was also head girl. She was doing well in potions along with many other subjects according to the gossip at the staff table. He sighed automatically as he glanced over the name at the top and the first paragraph all written in perfectly neat handwriting, crystal clear and the content was without flaw. Severus took a sip of the dark amber liquid from the glass beside him. He took his quill and dipped it into the ink well on his desk. He scrawled A onto the paper in deep red ink.
This was the first A grade the bitter potions master had ever given to a student let alone a know-it-all Griffindor like Hermione Granger. Maybe it was the influence of the large bottle of fire whiskey beside him. His only comfort in the dark, damp, lonely dungeon. His only friend thought Severus. Well no that was not quite true he did have a few friends.
"Albus of course and Minevera." He said aloud. "Gale Sprout and Poppy Pomfrey oh and not forgetting Remus Lupin and Sirius Black. They were so grateful when I handed over that slime Pettigrew. Black walked free." Severus thought out loud. "Damn that day!"
He replaced the cap for the whiskey carefully and flicked his wand sending the bottle and glass back into the cupboard from where they came. Another flick and the candles were extinguished. The potions master of Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry left for his chambers.
"Dragon." And the portrait opened and Severus walked inside. A swish of his wand brought him more whiskey. Severus sighed and walked into his sleeping chambers.
The furniture in this room was brilliant, wood was carved in the most elegant way possible, the drapes and bed covers were rich green and had fine red embodied patterns running through it. Never had anyone been aloud to enter this room but Severus guessed that the headmaster had secretly taken a glance when his back was turned more than once.
The tired man took off his working robes to reveal a black turtleneck jumper and expensive black jeans. He slowly undressed and climbed into bed. He waved his wand and the whiskey glass returned empty to its cupboard and Severus lay down to sleep.
Severus Snape looked down at the essay before him. He was grinding his teeth, a sign that his mind was elsewhere hard. This particular essay belonged to Hermione Granger. A seventh year Griffindor who was also head girl. She was doing well in potions along with many other subjects according to the gossip at the staff table. He sighed automatically as he glanced over the name at the top and the first paragraph all written in perfectly neat handwriting, crystal clear and the content was without flaw. Severus took a sip of the dark amber liquid from the glass beside him. He took his quill and dipped it into the ink well on his desk. He scrawled A onto the paper in deep red ink.
This was the first A grade the bitter potions master had ever given to a student let alone a know-it-all Griffindor like Hermione Granger. Maybe it was the influence of the large bottle of fire whiskey beside him. His only comfort in the dark, damp, lonely dungeon. His only friend thought Severus. Well no that was not quite true he did have a few friends.
"Albus of course and Minevera." He said aloud. "Gale Sprout and Poppy Pomfrey oh and not forgetting Remus Lupin and Sirius Black. They were so grateful when I handed over that slime Pettigrew. Black walked free." Severus thought out loud. "Damn that day!"
He replaced the cap for the whiskey carefully and flicked his wand sending the bottle and glass back into the cupboard from where they came. Another flick and the candles were extinguished. The potions master of Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry left for his chambers.
"Dragon." And the portrait opened and Severus walked inside. A swish of his wand brought him more whiskey. Severus sighed and walked into his sleeping chambers.
The furniture in this room was brilliant, wood was carved in the most elegant way possible, the drapes and bed covers were rich green and had fine red embodied patterns running through it. Never had anyone been aloud to enter this room but Severus guessed that the headmaster had secretly taken a glance when his back was turned more than once.
The tired man took off his working robes to reveal a black turtleneck jumper and expensive black jeans. He slowly undressed and climbed into bed. He waved his wand and the whiskey glass returned empty to its cupboard and Severus lay down to sleep.