Title: Snape's Revenge
Rating: K
Summary: Voldemort makes Snape Headmaster but when Voldemort tells him who will be Muggle Studies Professor and Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Snape has his own ideas on who would be perfect for the positions. Guess who comes to Hogwarts?
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters, they all belong to J.K Rowling, but I do like to play with them.
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Chapter 10: First Requests
"Well its official I'm working around strange, bizarre, and unreal people," Snape told his two cats when he got home.
Koko jumped onto the table and Snape noticed a letter. He saw Minerva's handwritten and patted Koko on the head.
"Thanks," Snape told him and set down.
He opened it and read:
Dear Severus,
I read your article in the Daily Prophet and I'll admit that it's very well written. I've decided on names and I hope that you like them. I'm naming the girl's Lily, after your best friend, and Bast. I'm naming the son's Jonathan and Samuel. I hope that you don't write back, telling me that you don't like the names.
Take care,
Minerva
"So what do you think about those names?" Snape asked Koko.
He had been reading to him but Yum Yum had joined them when he read. They always loved it when he read.
"Now I was wondering where I should go," Snape told them. "I mean, I don't know a lot of galleries."
Koko jumped back onto the table and pawed at the paper. It fell to the floor and Snape got up to pick it up. He opened it and started to look through the articles. Finally he found something that made him stare at the cat. He knew that Koko was smart but he knew where to find the answer.
"I'll write to them," Snape told Koko
He took a piece of parchment and wrote to the Half-way Gallery. It amazed him at how stupid some of these names were and wondered who had decided on them. When the owl left he closed the paper and then started reading it. The front page was very interesting as it had Umbridge on it. He read that Umbridge was being brought before the Ministry on the crimes that she committed during Harry's fifth year and those that she committed during her time at the Ministry.
"She's going to face total liquidation of her family finances," Snape read to the cats. "If found guilty."
He looked at the cat who was busy washing himself.
"So what do you think about that?" Snape asked.
Koko said nothing.
The next morning the owl returned with a response. Snape was delighted in hearing that the gallery would receive him. The appointment was at one that afternoon so Snape decided that it was about time to change his image, as this was the first time he had to worry about an image. He went to Madam Malkin and got a set of green robes and, then changing, he left at twelve thirty.
He arrived shortly before one and he already saw people coming in and out of an impressive building, which looked like an Egyptian temple. He walked in and saw strange sculptures that looked like the inside of his stomach. He frowned at it and then he moved on. Several witches were busy chatting with each other and drinking tall glasses of champagne. He looked around and soon found someone that worked for the gallery.
"Is Mr. Short here?" Snape asked the woman.
The woman looked at him up and down and nodded. "Do you want me to get him?" she asked.
"Yes," Snape answered. "Tell him that the reporter from the Daily Prophet has come as he has requested."
"Of course," she said and then left.
A few minutes later Mr. Short appeared and he looked just like his namesake, short with short hair and a short frame. Snape had to look down to shake hands with him and talk with him.
"So what do you want to talk about?" Mr. Short asked.
"The gallery and what you're showing?" Snape answered.
Mr. Short was more then delighted to talk about everything about the gallery. As he talked Snape wrote down everything using a quill like Rita used except that it wrote down everything that he said instead of insulting things. Suddenly he stopped talking and Snape turned to see a woman appear. She saw them and strolled over.
"What do you think your doing showing that horrible man's paintings?" the woman asked him.
She looked about ten years younger then Snape and she looked mad, even her blue eyes were mad.
"Mr. Coffin's work should be shown," Mr. Short told her.
The woman got even madder. "IF YOU SHOW ANYMORE OF THIS TRASH I'LL KILL YOU!" she screamed and then stormed out.
Everyone whispered to each other and Snape asked. "Who was that?"
"Mrs. Swish," Mr. Short answered. "She's a failed artist that hates anything that I show and she hates Mr. Coffin."
"Why?" Snape asked.
Mr. Short smiled at him. "I think that should be answered at another time," Mr. Short told Snape. "Now do you have everything that you need?"
"I think so," Snape said, though he wasn't exactly sure if he did.
Mr. Short nodded and then disappeared among the crowds. A camera man appeared and Snape pointed out the paintings that he wanted photographed and some of the sculptor that he planned to write up that looked like the inside of his stomach. He then left, wondering deep down exactly what the deal was between Mr. Short and Mrs. Swish
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A/N: Ooh the plot thickens.