Chapter 17 – Chats With Snape

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AN - OHMIGOD I am so sorry for the ALMOST THREE WEEK BREAK! I was in Bayfield, Colorado...yeah. There is no internet to be found there so i i haven't been on the internet in three weeks either (it was like going into withdrawl). But anyway, as i sit in my hotel room after trying to figure out the cables for the internet for like an hour (and checking my mysapce, lol)I GIVE YOU ANOTHER CHAPTER! Well i hope you all are still with me, and i hope you enjoy whats coming up, it's a little odd, but i enjoyed writing it.

"Professor?" an audible sigh was heard by Jimmie.

"Yes Potter?" a voice drawled impatiently.

"Professor Sarscan." He said simply. Snape glared at him.

"Now Potter, it's important to speak in full sentences so people can understand you." Snape said patronizingly

"I need to know about him."

"And why, pray tell, do you need to know about a teacher that you will never have?" Jimmie took slight offence at that.

"Why won't I ever have him?" he asked.

"Oh, well let's see. Sarscan only takes the best and most gifted students into that class. Just solely by observing your potions grades, I am sure that you would not qualify." He drawled arrogantly. Jimmie immediately bristled, but succeeded in calming himself down. He would not let Snape get the better of him this time.

"Jake has him, and he thinks that the professor is hiding something." He answered truthfully.

"And how on earth is that any of your or Mr. Weasley's problems?"

"For me, it's simply curiosity. I can't speak for Jake."

"Curiosity huh? Well Mr. Potter this just solidifies my thoughts. You are exactly like your father, he could not mind his own business either, and it got him into more trouble than you would believe. He got away with it; he was the boy who lived. You on the other hand, would not be so lucky. So I would be wary of what you decide to do Potter." Harry scowled and turned on his heel. Snape had once again gotten the best of him.

"He had a family, and he freaks out from anything having to do with Voldemort." Blurted out Jimmie the next day after potions. Snape threw his quill on the desk and glared at Jimmie.

"Oh he does, does he?" He snarled. "And you're not smart enough to make that connection. Well that figures, get out of my classroom Potter."

"But I know that you know what I want to know, why won't you just TELL ME!" cried Jimmie, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

"Your grandfather used to do that as well." He said, referring to the motion Jimmie just made with his hair, then waved his hand, motioning for Jimmie to leave.

"He said that there was some sort of connection." Jimmie said, confused, to his friends as they all headed to lunch. Evie, who hadn't been talking to them very much since the incident with the flying instructor, rolled her eyes.

"You really are idiots." She mumbled. They all rounded on her.

"So you know?" Jake asked excitedly.

"Of course I do, but do I look like I'm talking to you?" She sneered.

"Uh, yeah." Said Jimmie stupidly. She rolled her eyes and stalked off huffily.

"Well fine." Said Jimmie snottily, matching her expression.

"Okay, my sister made the connection apparently, but she isn't speaking to me. It's a long shot, but would you care to enlighten me, so I can stop feeling like an idiot?" Jimmie asked, trying an entirely new approach. Snape glared at him; however there was a humorous glint in his eyes.

"And why would I want to make you feel like you weren't an idiot. Better to not lead you on isn't it?" asked Snape, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Are you even allowed to talk to students this way?" Jimmie asked.

"Well are you supposed to talk to professors the way you're talking to me?" Snape countered.

"I'm treating you like I would any professor. You're the one who treats me different. I didn't do anything to you!" Jimmie exploded, and made to storm out of the room.

"Ten points from Gryffindor Potter, I didn't hear the word sir in there once." Snape said. Jimmie whipped around, face red in anger and fists clenched, trying to keep his temper in tact. Finally he was able to turn away from the professor and leave the room.

"You are a persistent one aren't you Potter." Snape sighed, sifting through papers as Jimmie stood before his desk yet again.

"Well sir, for one thing my name is Jimmie, just to remind you. And yes I am persistent. I'm not one to give up." He said.

"How touching. Now I know two little facts about precious baby Potter." Snape said sarcastically.

"Professor, come on. Please be reasonable. You would tell anyone else! Why do you insist on treating me different? Why can't you open your damn eyes and see that I am not my father, nor his father? Why is it so difficult for you?"

"You don't know half of the story Potter, and why are you so sure that I would tell any other student? And if you were, why not send in Weasley, or Malfoy or one of the two girls your sister is friends with?"

"It's a personal goal." Jimmie said evasively. Snape arched an eyebrow.

"What, to befriend me?" he asked, snorting.

"No, not exactly. Just to… make you see that not all things with Potter attached to them are automatically horrible." Jimmie said, and then left.

"Potter if you do not leave through that door at once like all the other students do then I will take off so many points it will make your head spin." Snape snarled as he saw Jimmie approach his desk once again. Jimmie didn't appear deterred.

"I'd just appeal it, you can do that you know, if a great amount of points are taken away." (AN i made that up, don't kill me for it) Snape rolled his eyes. "And if you would just tell me what I want to know then I would leave like all the other students." Jimmie hinted. Snape growled and waved for Jimmie to sit down near his desk. Jimmie complacently did.

"Okay Potter, let's think, anything to do with Voldemort makes him go slightly insane, and he had a family…what can we conclude?" Jimmie shrugged and Snape sighed. "Potter his family was brutally tortured and murdered by Voldemort before his eyes." Jimmie stood with his mouth agape for a moment, Snape just glared at him, wondering when he was going to leave.

"But…he's so…weird, and he's hiding something…"

"For God's sake Potter, now you don't believe me? He's weird because of it! Think about it, wouldn't it affect you? Wouldn't you want to hide it?" Snape cried. Jimmie sighed and nodded. Then he got up.

"Thank you Professor." He said and walked out of the room.

Later that night he informed everyone what Snape had told him. Evie came over and gloated about knowing it all along for a few minutes before quieting down and finally forgiving them all. Jimmie watched as they all chatted with each other about the discovery.

"But…" he said, and everyone was quiet again. "That was all Snape knew. I'm sure of that. But I think there is more." He said.

AN: weeeeeee another chapter!