"Professor Snape," said Minerva, "Move across a little, you are almost in my pudding. Professor LeLament won't bite." Snape looked at the werewolf sitting next to him; she had a stupid grin plastered across her face and her canines looking sharper every second. It was apparent that the Potions Master had a minor phobia of werewolves or maybe it was just children of Marauders. No he wasn't scared of Harry so it was the werewolf factor.
"Yes Professor, the full moon isn't for another three weeks," she whispered so only Snape could hear her. "I did notice however that you seem to have a minor phobia of werewolves, am I right?"
"Watch what you say," Snape growled in a dangerously low tone.
"Oh, so it's the fact I'm related to a Marauder?" She had guts, Snape had to give her credit for it but she was beginning to tread on thin ice.
"That's it!" Snape yelled in the middle of the silent Great hall, "I am going to bed!"
"Minerva," the small werewolf lent over to talk to the old witch, "I'm just going to take Professor Snape to his dungeons, make sure he gets there okay."
"I think that would be a wise idea Professor Lupin." Minerva let out a gasp as she realised her mistake.
"You all knew," Snape was shouting at the table full of staff in front of him, "I can't believe this!"
"Come on, off to bed for you now." The little Professor dragged the very reluctant Snape from the Great hall.
"Are you intent on wrecking my life?" Snape snapped once they were in the corridor.
"Wrecking your life? Excuse me, I thought it was you wrecking mine, didn't you want to scare me so much that I would believe it necessary to retire. I'm sorry your little plan failed for the first time in seven years." As short as she was, Snape still felt intimidated by her. "Anyway I need to ask another favour from you."
"I've already started making your Wolfbane potion, so don't worry." Snape didn't want to be stuck in the hallway with this werewolf full moon or not.
"Well actually I was hoping that it would be possible for you to teach me how to make the Wolfbane potion. I have plenty of potions experience, I got all 'O's on my O.W.L.S and just as good on my N.E.W.T.S." She looked up at Snape and smiled hopefully.
I don't think that would be a pleasant experience for either of us, least of all me." Snape said quietly.
"Oh Severus, my dear boy," said a kind voice from behind Snape, quite obviously belonging to Albus Dumbledore, "I think some company would do you well, why don't you reconsider?" Snape sighed loudly, he knew that there was no point even trying to argue with Albus, that man would not take no for an answer unless of course that was the answer he wanted.
"Oh well, I suppose I can allow it this once," said Snape grudgingly, he knew he couldn't say no to anything Albus asked of him, the man had taken him under his wing knowing full well he was an ex-death eater.
"Oh thank-you, Albus," Erica Lupin smiled kindly at the white haired warlock in front of her. Snape however was seething, if there was one thing he hated more than people invading his personal space was being made to let people invade his personal space, especially when that person was the offspring of a certain Marauder.
"Yes, thank-you, Albus," Snape said with A-grade sarcasm, "You always seem to know what is best for me." Albus didn't say anything, instead he just smiled that all knowing smile and turned to walk off. This annoyed Snape even more, "And get that stupid smirk off your face." He yelled after the old professor who was now disappearing around a corner as someone else walked into the corridor.
"Harry!" Professor Lupin squeaked, Snape sighed and rolled his eyes, "How are you?"
"Oh, how sweet," Snape interrupted with certain malice in his voice, "The mini-marauders are having a get together, is Sirius Black's secret child here also? Oh let me guess Black is really your father Hermione?" Snape said to a very confused Hermione who had walked up behind Harry mid-conversation.
"What? Sirius isn't my father, he's Harry's godfather." Poor Hermione had no idea what was going on.
"Well there was two mini-Marauders here I thought there may have been a third or a fourth." Snape appeared to be on the brink of a nervous breakdown. "After all we have James Potter's spawn, Harry-fucking-Potter and werewolf girl, spawn of Lupin."
"Professor," said Harry quietly, "My middle name is James not Fucking." And with that Snape stormed off to his dungeons leaving the laughing morons behind.