Chapter 6

After the first day of classes, and how horrible Catherine's evaluation had gone, Umbridge had decided to go to Severus, thinking she might be able to sac two Snape's in one try.

His class was far quieter than usual, as they not only feared him, but also Dolores. The moment the seventh years began working on their potions, it caused them to start talking louder, and Umbridge approached the professor.

"Good afternoon Professor." She sneered.

"Hmph." Snape replied, turning away from her as he tidied his desk.

"I understand that you've been teaching for eighteen years now."

"That is correct."

"And you've taught potions the entire time, although you wanted to teach defence against the dark arts?"

"Yes. However you must realize I am enlightened with the job I have, and we now have a permanent defence teacher."

"Professor Tonks, I know."

"Anything else?"

'How was Dumbledore killed?" Severus suddenly looked up at Umbridge, appalled at her question.

"Death eaters. He was caught very off guard."

"Interesting."

"Dolores, I would like to ask you to leave my classroom now, as you are no longer asking me things about my job." His voice was fierce, his eyes a hard black. Umbridge quickly left the room, scampering off somewhere.

"I cant STAND that woman!" Cate groaned heavily as she dropped down onto the couch in her and Charlie's living quarters.

"I can believe that." Charlie replied, dropping down beside her, "She was in my class today, and she gave me hell."

"Uh." Was Catherine's only response as she curled up against her husband. Charlie kissed her head softly.

"Hopefully she'll be gone soon."

"I'm praying." Cate replied. "How's Isabelle?"

"Perfect. Madam Pomphrey had her asleep an hour ago."

"Good."

"It is, you're far too tired to be teaching and then be taking care of a child all night." Charlie whispered, wrapping an arm around her.

"Mmhm." Catherine softly closed her eyes.

"Have you considered taking a couple days off?"

"No time." Murmured the young woman, "That's what weekends are for." Cate opened her eyes, looking up at her husband. "You don't think I'm beinga bad mother, do you?"

"Of course not!" Charlie looked slightly taken back, "You've got breaks each day, for over an hour and a half, Friday afternoons, weekends, meals, break times and before classes that you've been spending with Isabelle, and that's plenty. Remember that she spends most of her time sleeping anyway."

"True." The young woman replied. Just as she was about to lean back on Charlie's shoulder, a soft knock came on the door to their chambers. "One second." Cate stood up, crossing the room to the door and pulling it open.

"Can I speak with you for a moment." Severus asked.

"Sure." She fully opened the door, letting him in.

"Um...privately."

"Oh...okay." Stepping into the hallway, Snape looked around as his daughter closed the door.

"You've been inspected right?"

"Yes. I was ready to kill her."

"As were we all." He rolled his eyes quickly, "Did she ask anything that had absolutely nothing to do with your teaching?"

"Yeah, she asked how I had just graduated, yet was twenty-one, and how I begun teaching at a younger age."

"Anything else?"

"Whether I had worked with a group against or with Voldemort."

"And you said?"

"Against."

"You're going to get yourself killed Catherine."

"How?"

"Umbridge was a Fudge supporter years ago, but people change. She switched sides, working for the remaining death eaters and spying on you for u..them. For them to see you fight against them is bad, but add on saying directly to their spy that you despise them is another thing. Not to mention questioning on whether the Dark Lord was ever a lord, or only dark."

"So you're saying that I need to watch my back more than usual?"

"Exactly." The man glared, "Catherine, it's no longer only you that the dark side will target, everyone you love will have attempted murder on them."

"It'll be fine, things will work out."

"Just because the dark lord Is gone, for what seems like ever, doesn't mean that the war is over." Severus stated firmly, then, with a swish of his cloak, he vanished down the hallway.