Chapter 82: The Makings Of A Rebel
{A/N: Here's Another Update...The Son of Severus Snape and Hermione Granger...smh}
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{"Head down...Walk the line with no opinion...First time...Full collapse, no conversation...Hey now, what are we fighting for?...Hey now, what are we lying for?...We own the night, we burn the light (start)...Feel it come alive...We own the night, we set the fire (start)...Feel it come alive...Deny it, divide it...I'll stand and still defy it...Feed every lie, smash every light...Blow every line, we own the night..."} We Own The Night, Rev Theory
The Infirmary, Hogwarts Castle, Scotland, Wizarding World...
Pain coursed through the broken arm of Phaeron Snape as he layed in bed surrounded by Slytherin well wishers and smirking friends. His star studded victory over Gryffindor house. The special treat had been the way he dived off a speeding broom that had been damn near in the clouds and onto the field catching the golden snitch and igniting the Weasley product fireworks that made James Potter II look like an incompetent prat of course his arm had still been broken and his leg scraped but it was fun to put that jerk in his place. The added bonus of making them all nauseated with even more Weasley joke products was simply poetic. James Potter II taken down in front of the entire school with his own uncles supplies. It had been worth it to have the sky lit up in Slytherin green while Gryffindor house got a taste of defeat.
Albus Severus sat next to Phaeron with a big grin on his pale face.
"You are nutters." he said in more admiration than condemnation.
"Perks of being the son of Severus Snape and Hermione Granger apparently." said Phaeron with a cocky smirk. "Anyway...that prat should learn to respect you now."
"Screw Jimmy." said Albus Severus. "His head is so far up his own arse it will take more than a heavy loss and Weasley jokes to pull it out."
"What if we use a stick of dynamite?" asked Phaeron jesting at the thought.
This earned a laugh from Albus Severus.
"If only." he replied wistfully. "Of course Lily wouldn't approve."
"Some how I gathered that." replied Phaeron. "And staying in Azakaban wouldn't be too much fun either."
"No, it wouldn't." replied Albus Severus. "Oh before I forget...Teddy came by?"
"What did Lupin want?" asked Phaeron slightly annoyed.
"Just wanted to see if you were doing alright." said Albus Severus.
Phaeron rolled his eyes.
"Hufflepuffs." he said annoyed. "Tell him that I said for the thousandth time I do not need him to make up for what his father did to my father...we are both fine with what happened and Lupin Sr. is bad enough with the guilt thing."
"I'll relay the message." said Albus Severus his emerald green eyes flashed in amusement.
"Good." replied Phaeron laying back on his pillow.
Albus Severus got to his feet a grim expression on his pale face. There was a fire behind his infamous green eyes as he looked down at his friend.
"Everything's in place." he said rather cryptically. "You say the word and it's done."
Phaeron treated his friend to a wicked smirk. He sat up of his own power the smirk never vanishing as he ignored the pain in his newly healed femur and left arm.
"Well Mr. Potter." he said in a voice mimicking that of his Professor father. "Let us go put on a show."
"Indeed Mr. Snape." said Albus Severus with an equally wicked smirk. "Let us."
The Great Hall, Hogwarts Castle, Scotland...
Every Slytherin student from the lowest first year to the most feared 7th year filled the corridors proudly displaying their house colors. They marched into the Great Hall not at all surprised that Dumbledore had yet to change the banners from the Gryffindor scarlet and gold to the green and silver of Slytherin. They each quietly took their seats. The rest of the school sat speechless as Slytherin remained silent during the Headmaster's trivial school announcements. Gryffindor house had behaved as if nothing had happened in the wake of their loss to Slytherin in Quidditch. The Professors were waiting patiently for the big announcement Dumbledore had pertaining to what occurred on the field.
Everyone had been stunned when in the middle of announcements both Albus Severus and Phaeron Snape appeared. Dumbledore had just told the entire school that both boys had been in the infirmary. James Potter II had been sitting rather quietly with his Gryffindor mates. He knew his antics on the field were going to be brought before the school.
He had just hoped Dumbledore would see fit to grant him mercy, possibly in light of him being Harry Potter's son.
Dumbledore's blue eyes fell on the raven haired Slytherin teen.
"What happened to day on the Quidditch field was unacceptable." started Dumbledore.
Phaeron's obsidian eyes met that of the Headmaster but his expression was twisted into a grimace reminiscent of his father. He knew the old man far too well and it was looking as if his assumptions about Dumbledore's approach to what happened during the match were correct. He smirked slightly as he watched the old wizard continue his speech.
"The fact that two teenage boys let a petty rivalry get the better of them and it nearly cost them both their lives." said Dumbledore addressing the entire school. "I have taken measures to ensure that something like this would never again happen here at Hogwarts..."
Phaeron looked over at his friends at the Slytherin table, his obsidian eyes quietly sending the signal for whatever he had in mind. He stood up interrupting the classic dramatized chatter that was Dumbledore's speech and stood in the center of the Slytherin table. All eyes immediately fell on him.
"Enough with the theatrics old man." said Phaeron in a bored tone. "Everyone in this whole damn school knows you aren't going to do a thing to punish Potter."
Dumbledore had looked outraged as he glared icily at the raven haired teen.
"You were saving all your so called venom for me." said Phaeron plainly. "You blame me for what happened when everyone clearly saw Potter trying his hardest to make sure I fell off my broom and possibly to my death...you know for a Headmaster...you are a real piece of work."
"Listen young man..." started Dumbledore attempting to assert his authority in the situation.
"NO YOU LISTEN!" shouted Phaeron raising his voice. "All these other boot-lickers might bow to your unjust rule old man but I am not your servant."
Collective gasps filled the room from students and teachers alike.
"Slytherin won that game...I caught the snitch despite everything Potter tried to do to me...I caught it." said Phaeron his lengthy raven hair dangling in front of his pale face making him look more like his father in his youth. "I find it rather interesting that your precious Harry Potter broke at least 112 rules while he attended Hogwarts...but you rewarded Gryffindor none the less...his father James Sr. lead the entire house of Gryffindor from his era on a witch hunt to harass Slytherin students day and night...one of the students who had endured their more brutal of torments was my father..."
All eyes fell on Dumbledore as they wondered what the older wizard would do to Phaeron in answer to his accusations.
"Whenever you did stumble upon what was obviously a four on one assault...Gryffindors ganging up on Slytherin students you simply saw fit to issue punishment to the tormented Slytherin instead of the whole lot for their antics or the attacking Gryffindors." continued Phaeron un-phased by the staring.
He had the floor and his blood was boiling within his veins.
"It goes as far back as the first day you took your place as Headmaster here." said Phaeron still angry. "You have done nothing to protect or guide your students since you've had this job...Gryffindor house gets any and every excuse to do whatever they wish to Slytherin but the second we retaliate or defend ourselves we're the ones that get punished...we're the bad guys...and for what?...because we share a house with an old fossil coward who couldn't even be bothered to stay in the wizarding world due to his uppity antics...and a self righteous worm who turned himself into the world's most pathetic snake man because he was afraid of death?"
Dumbledore had been angry at the boy's audacity but he had known the younger Snape had a point.
"My father was Slytherin...his mother was Slytherin...the entire Prince family was Slytherin...yet he stood against Voldemort and his death eaters right along with The Order of Phoenix, knowing it meant certain death just to save the lives of every one of the students you left to fiend for themselves in the wake of a war...A Gryffindor by the name of Pettigrew was the reason Voldemort returned and brought us all into a second war..." continued Phaeron. "Potter II over there attacks his own brother in a bid to get the upper hand in the Quidditch match and he isn't remotely punished...Sev's a Slytherin just like me and everyone here dressed in silver and green and you barely even look his way."
"Mr. Snape..." said Dumbledore.
Phaeron walked across the table knocking over dishes and causing them to crash into the floor.
"I'm sick of this double standard bullshit old man." he said. "So how about I give you a real reason to give me detention...because we all know a tyrant will always find a pretext for his tyranny."
The raven haired teen wizard flicked his wand aiming at the Gryffindor banners that still hung after the match.
Upon Phaeron's changing of the banners to that of silver and green. Fireworks erupted exploding all through out the Great Hall sending everyone that wasn't Slytherin into a panic. Every where bursts of green and silver went off shocking and amusing those in attendance. Minerva McGonagall had little to say...she had been impressed with the young Snape boy's defiance. It reminded her so much of Hermione when she had gotten it into her head that House Elves were being enslaved. He may have been the spitting image of Severus but he had Hermione's flare for justice.
Dumbledore stood watching as Slytherin colors lit up the Great Hall and the roars of approval from Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw tables filled the room. Gryffindor had been silent as Slytherin house basked in the glow of their minor victory.
Draco Malfoy stood on his feet raising his wand sending off fireworks as well. He had been blown away with his god-brother's bold confrontation of Albus Dumbledore. He reminded him of Granger back in the old days and it made the junior Malfoy smile. Ursula smiled watching Phaeron as he stood in the center of the room crossing the tables until he stood before James Potter II on the Gryffindor table.
"I refuse to slink about the shadows like some unwanted urchin to make a couple of Gryffindor prats feel good about themselves...My father was more of a hero than Harry James fucking Potter, he endure torture to the likes of which you could never imagine, his blood was spilled more times than you can count and he took on Voldemort alone in the shadows just so I could stand before you all proud to have his blood in my veins.." said Phaeron. "I don't know what your deal is with my father Potter, but he is a better man than you could even hope to be...I am a Snape...I am his son...but that doesn't make me him...I am proud to be Slytherin and as gifted as I am in academics...I am nobody's charity case, nor am I your personal doormat...My father was a death eater...and he was also the best damn spy the Order of Phoenix ever had..."
Phaeron raised his left sleeve and showed his pale arm to the entire school.
"I don't give a damn about that idiot Voldemort...I don't give a damn about his followers...my parents worked their asses off to bring down that son of a bitch and I am damn proud of it...I demand to be treated with respect and that my fellow Slytherins get the same treatment as everyone else in this Merlin forsaken school... he continued.
Dumbledore had no retort as many other Slytherins began to second Phaeron's demands.
"We have just as many rights to be here as Gryffindors." shouted one of them.
"It's our time to shine!" said another.
"SLYTHERIN HOUSE RULEZ!" shouted a few together.
"We demand equal treatment!" shouted another.
Phaeron smirked as he looked over at the speechless Dumbledore. He knew he had been in for a lengthy battle against the established rule but he didn't care. If he could make Hogwarts a better place for future Slytherin students and those current whom had not been so unlike his father when they arrived he would consider it a victory. But he refused to be ashamed of his heritage and his house colors. Those days were over. Dumbledore needed to be put on notice. His bias was no longer going unchallenged.
"Stand up Slytherin House." said Phaeron from atop the tables. "We Own This Night!"
Every Slytherin stood up on their feet cheering for Phaeron and their second victory over Gryffindor in a single night.
Realizing that he had been out matched, Dumbledore simply sat back down at the staff table. His icy blue eyes staring into the obsidian ones of the young Snape boy. The bad blood between the two of them was clearly not going to go away. Punishing Phaeron no longer had the same effect. Every move to quell the rebel in him was only strengthening his cause. Expelling him wasn't an option, the danger of him getting out into the wizarding world with his uncanny ability to sway people to his way of thinking was just like setting him up to be the next "Dark Lord." No. He would be better kept here at Hogwarts where damage control can be done.
Phaeron and his Slytherins would have his night but tomorrow...tomorrow was another day.
Dumbledore sat quietly as the fan fair continued all around him in the Great Hall, mulling over what had been said to him by the son of Severus Snape.
Those words hit The Headmaster like a ton of bricks. He had heard them before many years ago.
{21 year old Severus Snape stood in the center of an open field. The sky had been black and the winds blew constantly sending more than a chill down the spine of anyone unlucky enough to be caught outside in the middle of the storm. Despite the wind, rain and lightening, Snape stood with his head bowed and his shoulders slouched in defeat. His face has been wet from both the rain and his own salty tears as the events of the passed few agonizing hours finally sunk in. His left forearm had been bare and slick from the rain. Dumbledore' s cold blue eyes took in the shape of Snape's dark mark and he curled his lips in disgust.
"Pull yourself together Severus." said Dumbledore completely lacking in sympathy. "I doubt you were as broken up over the many lives you've taken in your Dark Lord's name...why should Lily be any different?"
Snape bit his tongue. He knew better than to say anything against Dumbledore. He figured that out long ago when he had been attacked by Lupin due to Sirius Blacks antics. Lily's death was his fault. It was his fault for ever entertaining the idea that the old bastard would lift a finger to assist him in any way...but still, he had hoped Lily and James being Golden Gryffindors would count for something.
"It doesn't matter." said Snape finally drained of all emotion. "A tyrant will always find a pretext for his tyranny."
"What's that suppose to mean?" asked Dumbledore not knowing what to make of the phrase.
"It's nothing for you to concern yourself with old man." replied Snape bitterly. "It's simply a muggle saying...you wouldn't understand."}
Dumbledore's icy blue eyes went back to Phaeron.
The Headmaster understood what it meant alright. He understood what Snape had called him back then all too well. It was clear that father and son shared the same view of him despite his best efforts to protect them from themselves. It was only a matter of time before the younger Snape proved to have a heart as dark as his dearly departed father.
Having him find out that Harry Potter killed Severus Snape was not an option. He had to continue to discourage the boy's rebellious behavior no matter the cost of his public image. It was for the greater good. There was no telling what Phaeron would do to the Potter family if he knew the truth. Dumbledore feared that even his friendship with the younger Potter boy named for his father wouldn't even quell his need for vengeance.