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Authors Note: This chapter contains many elements from Book Three of the Harry Potter series (Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban) please be aware that you may find some spoilers and direct quotes from the book, in this case pieces of the chapter The Boggart in the Wardrobe are used in this chapter with of course my own twists to it so please if you have not read book three or at least seen the movie avoid this story if you hate spoilers.

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Why Would I Need Wings?

Chapter 3

Snape sat angrily scribbling on the parchments, which contained the 'disgraceful' essays that his students had written. Ah, Longbottom, don't even need to look at it, just by reading the first paragraph I can tell it is only worthy of a 'D', Severus thought to himself a he wrote a big fat curly "D" in red ink. As he placed Neville's paper aside he averted his eyes towards Lyda, who was observing the glowing jars of chemicals and potion ingredients. Snape was tempted to tell her not to touch anything, but instead he went back to grading papers; Hermione's paper was just asking to be corrected.

Lyda's face had turned a faint greenish hue, as she saw the jar of pickled troll fingers floating weightlessly on the wooden shelf. She took a deep breath and turned her face way from it, she wondered who would be so cruel as to do something like that to a living thing. Lyda looked at Severus and gave a deep sigh; she knew that she had started things on the wrong foot. She put her hands together hand closed her eyes, a small light began to glow within them, Lyda's eyelids tightened as she concentrated. After about thirty seconds Lyda let go of her hands and beheld a small tray with food on it.

"Here you go Severus." Lyda offered him food. Snape lifted his head to look at her and then at the plate. "What?" Lyda said annoyed, "Its not poisoned?" Snape didn't look too reassured. Lyda gave another sigh and set the tray on his desk. "Well if you change your mind." She said with false concern. Snape ignored the tray and looked at her with sincere curiosity, or so it seemed.

"Miss Lyda, what are you really? And secondly why is it your duty to be with me all the time?" Snape said seriously. Lyda rolled her hazel eyes at him.

"Well its my duty, I have to, I was sent here to protect you, and teach you a lesson or two about being selfless because somewhere down the road you are going to need to be..."

"If you succeed will you earn your wings?" Snape said sarcastically. Lyda gave him a small smile and shook her head.

"To be honest Severus I am not an angel and neither do I need wings. The reason I said guardian angel, is because it is easier for you humans to understand that concept. I am not at liberty to actually discuss what I really am, but there are many like me, making sure that each person completes his or her purpose in life. One life, Severus can change an entire world either for good or for bad...wow that came out corny." Lyda said breaking the mood of the conversation.

Snape's eyes slightly widened as he regarded Lyda. If this thing is in charge with the fate of the world we are all doomed. "Lyda I will be having students here shortly, I would advise you to stay out of the way." Lyda smirked yeah right.

"Well-"Lyda began, but suddenly she stopped, her face turned slightly pale and her glowing aura dimmed. She felt her insides go extremely cold and her vision began to fade, everything seemed to shift, Lyda grasped her head and stomach.

"What the bloody hell is the matter with you?" Snape's voice cut in. Lyda gasped softly and her head snapped up. The sensation left her body just as quickly as it had come. Snape looked at her his dark eyes flickered with unreadable emotion.

"I-I just felt a distortion?" Lyda said incredulously not believing it herself. " Is someone messing around with time? I just felt everything shift?" Lyda looked at Snape as if he had been the offender, but then she shook her head.

"Who would be tampering with time and space?" said with mock sympathy almost. Lyda looked angrily at him.

"I know what I am talking about..."Lyda sighed, "Whatever." Just then the bell rang. Students would soon be pouring into the classroom. Snape went to open the dungeon door to let them all in, within about a minute young men and women dressed in their respective house colors entered the cold dungeon and took their seats next to the rows of pewter cauldrons. Lyda's nose crinkled as she saw that the students from the different houses loathed each other, she felt their prejudices. What a shame, at this age they are allowed to hate one another like this, she thought to herself. Lyda looked at Snape and asked, "Why do they dislike each other, why so segregated?" Snape looked at Lyda, but did not reply, to do so would be unwise, and instead he turned to his desk and began to take role.

"Adams?"

" Here..." Stuttered a slim little boy with pink cheeks and corn colored hair in the back. Snape regarded him for a moment and checked off his name and continued down the scroll, after several names.

"Granger?"

No reply

"Granger?" Snape said a little more forcefully, just as he was about to mark Hermione absent the dungeon door opened slowly revealing a flushing bushy haired girl. Snape's eyes did not widen in surprise, but there was some flicker of it.

"Take your seat Granger, 5 points from Gryffindor for your tardiness." Hermione to breathless to argue simply inclined her head and took her seat next to Harry and Ron. Ron gave her a confused look and nudged her.

"How could you be later, you were right behind."

"Quiet Ron," Hermione said trying to avoid any conversation. Harry just shrugged and continued his conversation with Ron.

Off in a corner Lyda examined Hermione; obviously something about the girl had bothered Lyda. Lyda carefully glided over to Hermione who was busily trying to get her friends to remain silent. Lyda looked at the girl very closely, observing from her bushy brown strands o frizzy hair up to the last fading freckle o her nose. This girl reeks with electromagnetic to think about it the whole place does...oh well she's not my responsibility. Lyda shook her head and left the girl to her business.

Snape began his lesson by giving the class the most dangerous look, which silenced them.

"This will be entertaining." Lyda said making fun of Snape's accent as she sat on his desk. "So this is what it feels like eh?" she said putting her feet up on his desk and putting her arms behind her desk. He clenched his fists and continued to talk to his students.

" Today you will all be making a shrinking potion along with this assignment you will have an essay on its composition and the purpose of such a potion- Potter keep your mouth shut, 5 points from Gryffindor- directions are on the board commence-Finnegan get that idiotic smile off your face and Miss Patel put that cosmetic away! - You all have two hours." Seamus did as he was told and Pavarti quickly concealed her lip-gloss in her pouch.

" You tell them Severus." Lyda said with sarcasm. She quickly got off his seat as he angrily plopped down on his chair. "Me sense much prejudice, the ones with the green were behaving a lot wore than those with the red...Severus? Are you there?" Lyda said waving her hand over his eyes, he glared at her. Irritated with his ignoring her she picked up a little piece of paper flipped it at him.

" Write down your responses smart one."

Snape quickly plucked the little piece of paper, which was floating down to his desk, and slammed it down. Students snapped their heads forward to look at him. He merely looked down at them with his obsidian eyes and they all immediately went back to work. Lyda looked at this in disapproval.

" You have these kid on some sort of regime, who are you Stalin (soviet leader of USSR during cold war) reincarnated?" Snape grabbed his quill and scribbled.

Go away

"We've been through this before!" Lyda said reading the parchment, "You know what I think you need to be a little nicer to all these kids. Work on your people skills, you are so unapproachable...

Shut up and go away

"No, don't tell me to shut up"

Yes

"No."

I am going to curse you into next week Monday

"I'd like to see you try."

Don't tempt me lida

"Its spelled L-Y-D-A"

I don't care

"You don't care about anything do you?"

No, go away I am not going to argue with you

"Too late."

One hour later (its double potions day)...

Lyda was in a sour mood as she was busily examining the students in the classroom. Then once more the dungeon door opened this time revealing a tall young man with pale eyes and platinum colored hair. He strutted into the classroom with his arm carefully bandaged over his chest. Murmurs and sharp whispers began to flood the room as the boy took his seat next to a smug looking girl.

"Does it hurt much Draco?" She said looking at him with the utmost concern. The boy's eyes widened considerably and he nodded, but then as soon as she turned away he gave a wink at some of his friends. Lyda was extremely curious about this one and so she began to go near him, but just then Snape gave her a warning look that told her to keep her distance.

"Settle down, settle down." Snape said almost a little bit way too calmly, to Draco and his little friends. One of Lyda's eyebrows twitched and she looked turned to face him, nearly knocking over a jar.

"Don't you mean shut the bloody hell up?" Lyda mimicked Snape's voice almost flawlessly. Snape's eyes narrowed and as he opened his mouth to tell her not to do it again, but he could not let the words escape his mouth. Snape went back to correcting his essays.

"Sir? I'll need cutting up these daisy roots, because of my arm-"

"Weasley cut up Malfoy's roots for him," Snape said not even looking up. Lyda looked at the redheaded boy, as he grimaced and muttered something to the steely looking blond. The other boy smirked as the other began to savagely cut up the daisy roots.

"Professor, Weasley is mutilating my roots, sir." Draco's voice rang in the air once again.

Lyda stared at Snape as he gave a disapproving sneer and stepped out of his desk to go over to them. Snape's eyes glittered under the boiling of the cauldron, as he inspected the badly cut roots. Snape's lips curled.

"Change roots with Malfoy, Weasley." Ron began to protest, but there was no point. The Ron's face flushed and he angrily shoved his beautifully cut roots over to Malfoy. Draco lips formed crooked smiles, as he asked for more assistance, Snape commanded Harry to do so.

"That was so uncalled for, that little brat could have done it himself." Snape ignored Lyda and began to observe the bubbling cauldrons of the other students; Neville Longbottom was going to be his next victim.

"Orange Longbottom," said Snape, looking down at the frothing orange liquid. "Orange, tell me boy does anything penetrate that thick skull of yours?"

"Blah Blah Blah Blah." Lyda said from across the room. "Listen to yourself, pick on someone your own size you jerk, stop terrorizing these children."

"Please sir," said Hermione, "Please, I can help Neville put it right-"

"I don't remember asking you to show off miss granger," Snape said coldly, looking down at Hermione through his hooked nose. Hermione blushed furiously and put her head down. "Longbottom at the end of this lesson we will feed a few drops of this potion to your toad and see what happens. Perhaps that will encourage you to do it properly." He said leaving Neville with a horrified expression on his face.

"You wouldn't!" Lyda exclaimed as she followed him to his desk. Snape looked up at her and scribbled on a piece of parchment.

Watch Me

After the last hour passed Neville's potion proved to be successful, due to Hermione's help. Snape knew this and indeed he took off pints from Gryffindor, which not only irritated the Gryffindors, but Lyda as well. The students filed out of the classroom and all was quiet again...

"How could you that?" Lyda said in disbelief. Snape walked out of his dungeon nearly closing the door on Lyda.

"It is quite simple." Snape said venomously under his breath, making sure that no one was looking.

"I mean is that how you teach, under a reign of terror."

"Don't tell me how to teach my class." Snape said giving her a very icy look. Lyda felt uneasy for the very first time in his presence.

"Well Severus Snape," Lyda said trying to hide any weakness in her voice, "I'm here to teach you a lesson or two and I have to tell you what goes around, comes around."

Phew...that was a load of stuff...okay...umm there will be more original chapters, concerning actual daily situations of Snape's life. I am perfectly aware also that not all Slytherin are horrible and that not all Gryffindors are saintly, so I'll try to incorporate that into later chapters...Boggart incident and other random stuff will be in the next chapter including Sirius Black and of course more of Harry and Dumbledore. So please review its important for me to know that I have readers out there...oh BTW I will post the next chapter to my other stories as well...sorry its been a while...till next post.