A silence fell over the trio after Ron's muttering, Harry was stuck in his own thoughts. Hagrid would never do that; he just wasn't the sort of person who would hurt anyone.
"Have you been planning lessons Harry?" Hermione asked hesitantly, Harry nodded.
"Yeah, yeah I've already planned out quite a bit but I need help planning out lessons for the first, and second years yet." He said distantly.
"Would you like Ron and I to help?" Hermione asked.
"yeah," Harry said not sounding like himself.
"Let me think," Hermione said, "What did we learn first year?" she looked at Ron.
"I dunno, I really didn't pay much attention." Ron said, Harry chortled and Hermione scowled.
"Well flipendo was useful, for us so you could teach the first years that, and I remember in our second year Lockhart set up that dueling club. We learned expellimarus, that was very useful." Hermione added sounding helpful, Harry got up and rooted around for some parchment and a quill.
"right, First years, flipendo, second years, expellimarus." Harry scrawled, "Ok so now we've got to add more, just one spell isn't gonna cut it for the whole year." Hermione chewed on her bottome lip. The three of them sat there filling up parchment after parchment of spells that they used in the D.A. and other useful spells they learned over the years.
"Thanks," said Harry I've just got to sort out what year learns what spell."
"No problem Harry," Hermione said, "You wouldn't happen to have any floo powder would you, it's we promised Ron's mum that we would be home before seven and it's half past."
"Yeah it's above the fire place over there," Harry said pointing.
"Thanks," Hermione said, "we'll see you later Harry."
"Right, and thanks guys," Harry said, Hermione gave him a smile and Ron nodded.
Snape sat hunched over a piece of parchment writing spells, the candles burned lower and eventually went out with a fizz and he had to use his wand.
"Lumos," He said lazily, the parchment would be coppied and the original given to Lord Voldermort, Snape would save the copy for himself. The parchment was covered in dark spells the only ones who knew what they did were Snape and soon to be Lord Voldermort.
For being suck at Hogwarts for sixteen years Snape had diligently taken to raiding the restrieted section and reading and re-reading every dark arts book. He took notes and studied them almost daily. He had composed a whole filling cabinet full of these notes and spells all organized to Snape's demise. Each drawer was specifically labeled with tiny cramped writing. The drawers were marked: spells, potions, notes, nvbl spells, and finally tasks. The only person who knew what was in that drawer was snape himself, no one else could open it.
"Best call it a night, Severus," Wormtail said from the shadows. Snape sighed.
"leave me be," Snape snapped, he could hear wormtail's foot steps retreating down the hall. Snape's quill scratched at the piece of parchment a little while longer then stopped. Quickly saying the spell to open the task drawer on his filing cabinet snape put the piece of parchment in the front and shut the drawer.