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Severus painfully limped his way through the castle; the pain was manageable for the Professor, as Severus had endured much more severe injuries than this in the past. Severus did notice the looks on the students' faces as they tried, rather poorly, to hide their smiles and joy at seeing 'The Bat of the Dungeons' in pain. Not that Severus particularly cared what his student thought of him, he did not even care what his colleagues thought of him. In his experience, it was a fruitless effort to worry about what others thought of you because if you spent all of your time worrying about the opinions of dunderheads, you would accomplish nothing.
The Potion Master hobbled his way to the caretaker's office located on the second floor, next to the painting of a four-headed serpent. Ever since Severus' third year at Hogwarts, he preferred to visit Argus Filch to treat his injuries as opposed to Madam Pomfrey. There were many reasons why Severus went to Filch, primarily; the man never coddled him, unlike the motherly medi-witch. Secondly, Filch never questioned him about the origins of his injuries. He could only imagine trying to explain to Poppy Pomfrey how he had come to be bitten by Hagrid's three-headed beast, ironically named 'Fluffy'. The old squib would no utter a word; he just checked the injury and treated it. As a young student, the old caretaker's medical training surprised him until found out Filch had been a combat medic during World War II.
After treating Snape's wound, Argus just nodded in acknowledgement, and the Potions Master exited into the corridor. There he found the youngest Weasley son loitering outside the office door. Professor Snape did not say anything to the boy as he fixed him with a dark sneer, his lip curling in disdain. Looming over the boy like a vulture, he quickly turned on his heel and began stalking down the corridor, missing Filch shove a dirty old mop in the boy's hand. Peeves thought it would be funny to egg the boy's washroom on the fifth floor.
Severus hid his resentment for the youngest Weasley boy, seeing him as another evolutionary dead-end, like his blasted twins brothers. Those two pains in the arse were nothing more than the second coming of James Potter and Sirius Black. Percy, Severus loathed him more than any of the Weasley boys, was a narcissistic prat who thinks his shit doesn't stink. His favourite of the six Weasley boys had been the eldest, who had graduated three years ago, and it had been downhill ever since.
Severus groaned under his breath, as he made his way up the stairs. Spending Saturday overseeing detention for Potter's staff was not how he envisioned his weekend going. He'd prefer be watching the Quidditch match, not because he cared for the sport, but because he loved seeing the look on Minerva's face when his team inevitably crushed hers and he pocketed a few galleons from their bet. Now that Charlie Weasley was gone, Slytherin's victory was a foregone conclusion. He would have to shine the House Cup, perched on a shelf in his office just to piss her off. It was a point of pride that he was the youngest Head of House in Hogwarts history and that Slytherin had won the cup every year since his tenure, a ten-year winning streak. However, Severus reluctantly felt it prudent to oversee Potter's detention, because he did not trust Quirrell to be anywhere alone with the Golden brat, or any other student in the school.
He was highly suspicious of the man, ever since he returned from his yearlong sabbatical to Albania. When Quirinus returned, he was a completely different man; he was more timid, weak, anxiety-ridden, and scared of his own shadow. He claimed to have suffered a near death experience during his travels. While this fooled most of the staff, Severus refused to believe him. When he brought his concerns to the rest of the staff, they dismissed him and accused him of being out for Quirrell's job.
However, last night, Severus suspicions of the man finally appeared to be justified. He found the man trying to break in the third-floor corridor housing the Philosopher's Stone. While wrenching the man out of the room, Severus got himself bitten by Hagrid's flea-ridden monster. He then interrogated his sketchy colleague, demanding to know why he was sneaking around the forbidden corridor instead of trying to neutralize the troll. Quirrell was snivelling and cowering in front of him, claiming he feared the troll was nothing more than a diversion to steal the stone. Before he could press the man further, or attempt to use legilimency on him, Hermione Granger's earth-shattering screams could be heard in the distance.
Pulling himself from his thoughts of the previous night, Severus finally arrived in the wing containing the Defense against the Dark Arts Class. Just outside the entrance of the classroom, the strong scent of garlic assaulted his senses and surrounded the entire room. Harry looked up from his seat, and signed disappointedly; he hated that Snape was joining them for detention.
"Sev... Sev... Severus go... good to see you," Quirrell said with a friendly smile from his desk, but nervously looked away as Severus sneered at the man.
"What are you having Potter do?" Severus asked.
"Ha... Having him fin...finish his De... Defense e.. Essay," Quirrell smiled at the boy.
"This is detention, he can do his essay later," Severus glared at the boy who was just like his father, always getting off easy. Harry nervously looked between his Professors, looking to Quirrell for support.
"Wha... What... What would you ha... have him do?"
"Lines," Severus turned to the boy, "Write, 'Bullying is cruel, I will not bully my classmates again.' and write until I tell you to stop." Severus eyed Potter coldly, as he slowly started writing on fresh parchment.
The boy was on his three line before, Quirrell interrupted, "Sev... Severus I un... understand that you have di... different methods of ... punishing students, but Po... Potter in serving his de... detention here, so I de... decide the punishment."
"Have it your way Quirrell..." Severus seethed.
When the Potions Professor was not looking, Harry smiled at Quirrell. He hated that Snape was mean to Professor Quirrell. He knew what it was like to be picked on for being 'weird' by everyone. His family, Dudley and his gang, all the kids in Little Whinging made fun of his scar, so Harry felt that he could relate to Professor Quirrell.
Once detention was finished, and Professor Quirrell excused him, the young Gryffindor ran to the exit before stopping as Professor Snape called his name.
"Potter, let this be last time we hear you are picking on another student, or you will serve a week's worth of detentions with me." The boy stared at Snape blankly, before nodding and exiting the classroom. He did not care what Hermione said about Snape; he was just a git.
Severus strode back into Quirrell's classroom, warning the scared young man that soon they would be having a little chat about his actions during the Halloween feast. He let the threat linger before he made his way back down to the dungeons. Along the way, he found the Weasley twins trying to sneak into the third-floor corridor. He took away one hundred points each and granted them each a week's detention. He knew once Dumbledore mentioned the area was off-limits to students, especially those two miscreants, would try to sneak up there, but when did the Headmaster ever listen to him?
After the twins disappeared from his sight, muttering rude comments under their breath, Severus made a quick appearance in the Slytherin common room, warning them to keep the celebrations contained to the common room and avoid causing trouble in front of the rest of the school or they would live to regret it. While most people believed he did not punish his snakes, he ruled quietly and privately, and they knew he would make good on his threat.