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A/N: Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU. It must be repeated so many more times, but I just wanted to tell you how much I appreciated your alerts/subscriptions/favs/c2s on this story. Much more than expected, definitely. Here's chapter 6, chapter 7 should be up tomorrow afternoon (mind you, it is nearly 4 AM where I live, and this crazy author needs to work in the morn'.) Enjoy!

"Harry Potter, sir," he introduced.

"Hermione Granger."

"Ron Weasley."

Loki bid his farewell and after Hermione duly noted what time it was and informed them, it was at least an hour after curfew. They walked off down the hallways, in a rather slump, and disappeared into the darkness.

The prince stuck around, wondering where to go next. He could not bear to think exploring these territories in the dark. Everyone carried magic within them and was too risky as an intruder. He began to wonder what sort of magic they practiced. Was it advanced? It could have been dark magic. Alas, what sort of school would teach dark magic? At that age, all he knew was how to bend water, transform, and shape-shift.

The distant rolling thunder was coming in all too quickly. It was nearly right over him. Loki watched the rain come in from the large opened window, sitting down against the opposite wall. He closed his eyes, merely dozing but more of a trance than a sleep. The sound of the rain and the thunder was soothing after the longest day of his life.

Loki didn't want to remember it, but he did. Thor versus the Jotuns, what transpired there was merely coincidental. It was his brother's fault he found out what he was. If only he had stopped him from going, he would have been living in the dark on the subject for probably the rest of his life.

It was a hopeless cause. He couldn't blame his brother. Well, he could, but it would be just as arrogant too.

Loki began to wonder if they missed him. It was highly illogical to after what happened with Jotunheim, bringing the Frost Giants in, and after nearly destroying Heimdall. Nobody would forgive him for it, but they will soon all realize it was necessary. It was the plan all along, it was Odin's plan to destroy the Frost Giants that invaded Midgard and Asgard for so many years.

In a lucky and precise moment, he opened his eyes. He saw the dark figure transpire out of the rain and moving quickly to the castle. Loki moved onto his feet.

Professor Snape walked briskly through the rain, his wet hair sticking to his face and his robes soaking. His shoes had an unnatural sloshing sound as he walked through.

He needed to get to Dumbledore. Whether or not he would see to the problem immediately, Umbridge was going about the Hogsmeade incident the wrong way. Interviewing the shopkeepers, revisiting the scene, and putting up more decrees should have been the least of their worries. All the information was held within Ambrosius himself.

He continued down the hallway. The lightning flashes nearly blinded him in the darkness.

That was until he noticed something peculiar. As the lightning struck, a silhouette. He could not see it in the darkness and the torches, but he caught the glimpse of it as the natural light pulsated. The figure began to walk toward him.

Snape stopped in his tracks and watched. The jacket, the old tattered suit, the face, all too familiar. The man continued to move toward him, disappearing whenever the lightning ceased.

Snape gripped his wand from inside his robes. His eyes were fixed on the one spot where he saw the shadow.

Another flash, a thunderous boom, and the stranger disappeared. Snape stood frozen, gazing difficultly at the spot.

It became silent. Snape remained breathless and the rain reduced to a light mist. Fog was rising. All was still.

The thunder rolled lightly in the opposite direction and everything was left undisturbed. There wasn't any wind, nor heavy rain. Snape could hear light taps on the windowsill where the water fell.

Snape was at a standstill. He was cautious of his next step, wondering when the ghost would identify itself. Snape kept his gaze, taking a step forward. Another step. Another step.

Abruptly, there was a large crraaaaaccckkk! Lightning and a clap of thunder rolled over the castle, nearly shaking the windows and ground, revealing the man face-to-face with Snape and disappearing once more.

Snape whipped his wand out quickly. "Homenum Revelio!"

The man shot backwards and onto his back. Snape moved toward him, picked him up by his collar pushed him to the wall, his wand to his throat.

"Who are you?" Snape hissed.

"Oh, that is certainly the question of the day, isn't it?" Loki said, with a grin on his face.

"Answer me!" Snape tightened his grip.

"Or you will what?"

"Don't underestimate me, there are plenty of things that I can do to ensure the safety of our students, even if that means destroying you."

Loki's grin widened.

The stranger disappeared within his own hands, almost like a static smoke. Snape turned around, only to have him sitting on the windowsill.

"Now, we do not wish to have things take a turn for the worst," Loki said, hopping down off the sill. "I'm assuming you have great power and you are so easily eager to beget it. I understand your mistrust, but for what?"

Snape watched him as the man began to circle him. He was desperately undermining him, something he wouldn't even take from a student to a teacher. He pointed his wand at him.

Loki raised his arms slightly, in surrender. "You teach magnificent power within the school. What sort of magic do you teach here?" he paused, half-expecting an answer. "I am sure, like you said, the safety of the students, that even so fast asleep in their bedchambers, that if uproused, they could handle the stakes of magic thrown at them. Who is to say one man would try to torment that?"

"I am sure you are well aware of the chaos that is brought here. One man could kill an entire race," Snape said, his voice low.

Loki's eyes perked up, with a small grin. "I am sure we'll get along just fine, if -"

A cast of white light hit him squarely in the chest. Snape gazed up at the figure in the doorway.

A/N: WHO WAS IT? WHO WAS IT? Until tomorrow, folks (hopefully)! :D