Still not mine sigh

Chapter 3

When Snape reached the Entrance he could find no trace of the blasted boy. That is until he cast a spell he frequently used while patrolling the corridors late at night. Students always pondered over their hated Professor's uncanny ability to detect and find most curfew breakers, many rumours were flung about such as him being part vampire and having a heightened sense of smell to find his next victims blood. They would have been disappointed to learn then that he simply cast a spell that showed the tracks of people that had recently passed making their shoeprints glow red against the stonework.

Currently Snape was looking with slight horror and annoyance as the shoeprints in front of him lead from where he was standing and moved towards the main doors out, another point of interest in passing was that as they passed through the doors to the courtyard the shoeprints became footprints. Footprints that were at least two sizes larger than the shoes they had been in.

Snape was now beginning to worry (if that was possible where Potter was concerned). It was a possibility that someone had kidnapped Potter and polyjuiced into him at the end of the term in order to prevent the discovery. He considered telling Albus, but changed his mind as he thought of the large-scale panic it would cause. He refused to give the brat anymore special attention, especially if it turned out to be a false alarm, or something else unimportant. Snape wondered how many points he could remove from Gryffindor for being forced to go out into the cold winters night to bring back Dumbledore's Golden Boy, a lot he hoped, for he had almost given up on getting the boy expelled. A malicious smile crossed his face as he walked, robes billowing, out into the freezing cold night, following the footprints in the snow, he suddenly stopped short though, smile turning to a frown, the footprints continued on into the Forbidden Forest.