I'm back! Here the second chap. I hope there will be someone out there who reviews, it would put the amount of reviews on this story on two….

Severus bowed hid head in thought. He had no idea what he was doing. There was a reason that he had broken off his relationship with Betty. She had been more trouble than she was worth. He knew this, he had been here before. And yet, she had waltzed her way back into his life like none of it had ever happened.

And now he was thinking of her, while there were more important matters to think about. She used to do that all the time; distract him, bringing thoughts in his head that had nothing to do with the dangers he was facing (back than they were called 'Marauders', now they were named 'werewolf' and 'dementors'), allowing himself to be caught unaware. Yes, she was definitely more trouble than she was worth.

"Snap out of it, Sevvie," Betty said, snapping her fingers before his eyes. "You've got to watch the little ones. You've got to do this with all you've got, including your brains. They're of the utmost importance, Sevvie." Then she was gone, her limbs twisting into furry ones. He thought it ironic, how she changed into the symbol of a house that had never been hers. But man, she was a sight when she became the proud Lion of Gryffindor. A magnificent creature in itself, but she was unlike any lion he'd ever seen. Sheer power radiated of it's body, the claws seemed even more deadly because of the passion in it's eyes.

But she was right, he had to snap out of it, he had to watch 'the little ones.' She was unique in calling Harry Potter 'little one.' Really, that was a term he'd never heard when speaking about the brat. No one really saw the brat as a kid. Especially after first years fight with Quirrell, when the kid had proved to be a hero. There…. He was doing it again.

Quickly, he turned towards the three frightened kids, well, maybe not as much frightened as curious. "Get over here." The God-Damned-Boy-Who-Lived-To-Be-A-Goddamned-.... (this is censured) shook his head. "Professor," the brat pointed towards Pettigrew. "He's going to…"

Severus cursed. He should've thought about the Rat, but no, he'd been distracted with Betty. Not that he could blame himself, she was a rather attractive little witch, but…. There…. He was doing again.
Quickly he sent a nice anti-transform-hex to the rodent. Poor Pettigrew's eyes widened and although he grabbed himself a wand and tried to transform anyway, part of him knew he was doomed.
Severus removed the kids from the line of fire. Once Pettigrew would realize he was trapped, he would try dueling, Severus was certain of this. And, as his treasured little witch had told him, 'the little ones' were 'of the utmost importance.' Not that Pettigrew could harm someone, even if he did try. He remembered his duals with the chubby boy back in the day. Saying that Severus won, would be an understatement.

Still, the rat tried. He threw a couple of curses, without really aiming. One almost hit the Potter-brat, who, although Severus had explicitly forbidden him to move, had run over to the place where his Godfather and Betty were fighting the Werewolf. Severus didn't have the time to scold the boy the way he liked, (really how foolish was he??? Heading into danger like that!) so he just snapped at him to get back to the other kids. It was really frustrating how he couldn't insult the brats' intelligence or point out his disrespectful tendencies towards those more prominent in society.

Talking about those more prominent in society, his ex-friend had mysteriously gone missing. While his older siblings were fighting of a vicious creature, he was nowhere to be seen. Of course, it wasn't like his presence would help anything, the bastard was useless when it came to combat, but it was strange nonetheless. Now, what would Betty think about that?! He entertained himself for a second, imagining how she would corner her little brother and do something really disgusting to him. It would be a sight to see. That was until he heard miss Granger shriek and saw that Pettigrew was trying to get near the little ones.

Playing was over now, Severus decided, before he put an end to it by stunning the Rodent. "Now, if you would calm down, miss Granger," he said to the girl. With an easy flick he bound Pettigrew. "It's not like you are in worse danger than you've been before. I used to think you liked getting yourself chased by harmful creatures. But after this display of cowardice I start to rethink that motion."

The girl blushes and the boys throw him glares. This doesn't unsettle Severus. If he wished for his students to like him, he'd never become a teacher. Most of the teachers at Hogwarts had hoped to be the most popular professor of the school. After a month they realized that such a thing didn't exist and those who could handle being unpopular remained. However, Severus hated children, especially those in their teenage years. They reminded him of all those mistakes he made during the time he was a student. He'd chosen to become a professor because of more practical reasons.
If he hadn't done what his Dark Lord asked from him, he wouldn't have survived. Besides, back in the day it had seemed to make things easier, being close to his other master. When the war ended abruptly, the Ministry demanded for him to be near the Headmaster at all times, so they would be sure that he didn't spend his spare time killing Muggleborns. And, while Severus was quite sure the Ministry wouldn't object against him leaving Hogwarts anymore, he still used this as an excuse to remain there, comfortable near his mentor.

Severus shook his head. He had his reasons to hate puberty. It had made him ruin those few good relationships he had: He'd driven away his mother, calling her a bloodtraitor for marrying his father. He'd driven away his first and most precious friend, who also happened to be the love of his life. Lily had been very accepting towards the friends he made, but he couldn't show her the same courtesy. And when, finally, she chose him above those boys, he drove her away, calling her a mudblood, for no reasons but his embarrassment.

Of course, it had also brought him Betty. He was never sure whether she classified as a good thing. She certainly was in the beginning. Although she'd been four years younger (he felt ashamed thinking about their ages back in the day), she still taught him most of what he knew about love and life. Learning about love, now that had been fun! Learning about life had been less pleasant. While she grew up, she kept making choices that hurt him. She showed him that life was not fair and that being the strongest was advisable.

He turned his head and saw that the Blacks had disappeared with the werewolf. Far away he saw the shimmering he'd been seeing all day. It told him that the Dementors drew nearer and that they were out for blood. He heard a scream from the other side of the Lake. It was feminine. It was hers. He might have barked something towards the little ones. Something like: "Remain. Stay here. Don't follow me." But he wasn't sure and later he never dared to held it against them.

But regardless of what he might of might not have barked, he was of towards the Lake immediately, so they it was possible that they didn't hear it anyway. Their safety suddenly didn't seem 'of the utmost importance' anymore. Hers was. And when he set of he focused on the despair he had heard in her scream. It gave him the ability to run like he never ran before.

Fear was in his heart.

So that's it. Now look at that nice green button, the one in the middle, the one that says 'review.' And consider carefully: "Will I click it? Will I write a review? Am I a nice human-being??? Or do I ignore this button it's whole being? Am I an inconsiderate person who lives only for herself? And if I am, is that wrong? No, it isn't, is it? It's good that I take care of myself, isn't it? If I don't take care of myself, who will? And yet, does reviewing take that much time? Who do I vote for? And what has that got to do with anything? Maybe I should be like 'Half-drowned Dracula,' who reviewed. That is a nice girl isn't she? So maybe if I review I become a nice girl as well…" Well, did I succeed in making you feel inconsiderate if you don't review? Because that's what I'm after!