Chapter 3
Six Months Ago
"Albus, this bantering with you is getting tiresome." growled Snape, his fingers gripping the bridge of his nose in an effort to control him self from hexing the old man in front of him, happily sucking on lemon drops, oblivious to the distress he was causing his professor.
"Oh Severus, my dear boy, do you always have to be so, grumpy? I'm sure if you had some lemon drops you'd be full of happiness."
Snape glared at him for this comment.
"Alright my boy, have it your own way, go brood." Spoke Albus as he sucked sweetly on his lemon drop.
"Fine! I give up! What do you propose we do?" he said exasperated. These discussions over what he was to do with his information and who he was to share it with was always one sided.
"Well, I believe you have a very good student in you 7th year Potions class, don't you Severus my dear boy?" He said gently gazing out of the window.
"If I get Draco to help me Lucius will be down my throat within a minute of my asking his son to help me kill the Dark Lord. Do you not think it a little irresponsible telling me to do that if you want me to live? Personally I do not see that you care." He said, getting in a childish frame of mind.
"Don't joke about whether I care if you live or die Severus. Of Course I care!" he spoke seriously, "I was talking about Miss Granger. She has had the top marks in your class ever since she started Hogwarts. I remember when she first came, she has grown into an intelligent trust-worthy student, wouldn't you say Severus?"
"Not with this again. Albus I have told you, I can barely tolerate the little Gryffindor Know-It-All in classroom, I couldn't handle her if she was in my private labs as well, knew my every secret."
"Well, you'll have to tolerate it. I've already told her to be in your labs at seven. Don't look at me like that Severus, you know it's sensible and works out perfectly. Now, on with you!" he said before swallowing the last of his lemon drop.
"Fine." muttered Snape angrily under his breath. He never won and would have to be nice just because the Headmaster asked it of him. Stupid Gryffindors.
"And you're not allowed to curse her." He added before his potions master slammed the door shut. "I only hope the body parts are easy to distinguish." He sighed and popped another lemon drop into his mouth.
Muttering angrily down the corridor he barked point reduction in every direction; any student out was in the line of fire.
Why had he suddenly been 'dumped' for the lack of a better word, with the Know-It-All, idiotic Gryffindor-Trio member who lived to torment his life endlessly?
