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Just What I've Never Wanted

Chapter Four

'Of all the nerve.' The Headmaster had better have some explanation for his stay in the Infirmary when he was obviously unhurt. If it also explained his sudden lack of marking of any kind he'd perhaps allow himself to be pacified. 'And if it has anything to do with that spell those brats put on me…' Well, he had been a spy. He could easily find a way to have three mysterious deaths be untraceable.

To make his mood worse when he made it to the gargoyle it wouldn't let him in. He snarled, he snapped, he commanded…it didn't even twitch.

"Ugly, hulking piece of rock!" He would kick it but he knew that it'd only hurt him, from experience. So he glared and turned, stalking off. He stalked down to the dungeons and glared at a few imbecilic children in the corridors, wondering what the hell they were staring at.

'Bothersome pests.' He snarled at the portrait guarding his room and spat out the password before striding in to throw himself in a chair. When he found the Headmaster the man would have some explaining to do.

Now to deal with the issue at hand. It was a week after the Final Battle if he was correct. The inside of the castle seemed fine but he was sure outside of Hogwarts was not holding together so well. Surely there was something he could do…but he was in an even worse mood than usual. He needed to brew a potion to relax himself.

He didn't know of Lupin's status right now but as the full moon was two weeks away he decided to take the time to brew the Wolfsbane potion. The base at least, since the second phase took twelve hours.

'Ah. No sleep tonight then.' But strangely enough he felt fine with that. 'Must be the week's sleep I had.'

He was actually working merrily, well as merrily as he got, on the base for the Wolfsbane when there was a knock on his door.

'Dumbledore.' Severus scowled. Damned man was finally here to explain things to him then?

He marched to his door and pulled it open with a dark look on his face. "What is it?"

It was McGonagall, with the Minister and a bunch of his Auror lap dogs behind him.

"Oh. It's you bunch."

"Umm. Uh, umm," One of his fine black eyebrows rose as McGonagall stuttered. Stuttered! He'd never heard the woman stutter in her life!

"Minerva, are you quite well?"

"Yes, yes! But of course." She gave a very uncharacteristic giggle. "The Minister and his Aurors are here to see you."

The red-robed special Aurors were gaping at him while the Minister polished his glasses on his robe and squinted at him vacantly.

"…are they?" 'Everyone seems to be off today. Utterly off their rockers.' "How can I be of service?" He asked smoothly, voice like silk. 'Melt your hair off? Hex you female? Hang you upside down from the Great Hall ceiling?'

"Ah, ahem, we are here to…to…" Severus had tucked a lock of his hair behind his ear, having just realized it was loose from his stay in the Infirmary.

"To…?" 'Blather on uselessly like dimwitted morons on my doorstep?'

"To…ah yes! To check your arm for the Dark Mark! Yes that's it!" The Minister looked away from him and started elbowing his Aurors to get their attention. The men jerked to attention for mere seconds before looking at Severus again and going limp.

'Am I the only sane person in the world?' Severus offered forward his arm jerkily to the closest Auror who made a strange sound before leaning forward slightly. The Potions Master's eyes narrowed in irritation. "Are you going to bloody look or not!?"

"Looking." The man croaked, rolling up his sleeve reverently.

"Sometime this year." Severus muttered under his breath. Finally the man had rolled the left sleeve past his elbow and all leaned forward to stare, even Minerva. His arm was clean, pure cream and Mark-less. "If that's all…"

"Wait! I have to…ahem," The Auror cleared his throat. "Make sure there's no concealment."

"Concea…You imbecile! You can't conceal a Mark with so much Dark magic!" Severus snapped.

"As it is I have to check." The man cleared his throat again and held his elbow with one hand while rubbing the area where the Dark Mark had been with gentle fingers.

Severus grew uncomfortable as the man continued to 'check for concealment'. 'It seems more like he's feeling me up!' Finally his patience snapped. "That's it! If you have some sort of fascination with stroking people's arms…go feed your sickness somewhere else! Don't darken my doorway again!" He snapped authoritatively. "In fact it would make me extraordinarily happy if you bunch would go jump in the lake!" With that he turned from the door and shut it with a snap.

"Really! Barking mad! The whole castle!" He stalked into his workroom, a billow of annoyance just as the door was knocked on again.

"You bloody simple-minded, asinine, ignorant…" Severus threw the door open and gave his hardest glare. "What the bloody hell do you want!!??"

"Ah. My boy. I thought I just saw the Minister and a group of Aurors leaving the dungeons with Minerva."

Severus growled and tempered his glare. "Dumbledore." He ground out as he stepped aside to let him in. "They came to check me for the Mark. They found nothing. Which is exactly why I have to talk to you. Why don't I have the Mark anymore?"

"Before we get into that dear boy," Dumbledore was walking past his mantle fiddling with his books and few pictures. "Was there anything in particular you told Cornelius? He and his friends seemed in rather a hurry?"

"I told them to go jump in the lake. What does that have to do with…Headmaster!" Severus resisted the childish urge to stamp his foot as Dumbledore suddenly Disapparated out, leaving him talking to air. Everyone was confusing him today! What in Hades was going on!?

He fumed as he emptied out the base for the Wolfsbane, knowing he'd have to restart. He had laid out the ingredients again by the time the Headmaster deigned to return.

"What was so necessarily urgent that you didn't have the common courtesy to say you were going!?" Severus had worked himself into a fine rage and even the Headmaster wasn't able to not answer straightforwardly.

"I had to go save Cornelius and the Aurors from drowning themselves. Minerva also. They kept jumping into the lake repeatedly and the Squid seems to like red things."

Severus blinked. Then he blinked again. "You're joking right?"

"No. Dumbledore looked away from him slowly. "Dear boy, I'm sorry to have to tell you this in this manner but…apparently there's something in your heritage we, the staff of this school, and I'm assuming, most members of your family, didn't know about."

'His family? Heritage? Something they didn't know…? What the hell was Dumbledore talking about?' "Be blunt." Severus stated curtly.

"You seem to have some sort of magical creature within your nature. I'm assuming it's genetic and therefore not a temporary thing."

"Magical creature…don't be ridiculous! The Snapes were purebloods, even if my mother was a half. I think I'd know if my family had some sort of…of recessive gene or something."

"It's not what you're thinking Severus. I'm quite sure. This isn't some recessive gene or even a disease. You're an Incubus Severus. Or at least, the gene has manifested in you and you possess the abilities of an Incubus."

"That's not possible." Severus shook his head adamantly. "The idea is preposterous. The Snape's are a long line of old purebloods and my mother was born to a muggle man and pureblood witch! Neither of them would have…have been Incubi. Why do you think this!?"

"You just asked, very firmly, for the Minister and a group of Aurors along with Minerva, to jump into the lake…and they obeyed you. You don't find that strange?"

"That can be blamed on their combined lack of brain matter. And Minerva seemed off today." Severus replied flippantly. "It proves nothing."

"So you don't find your changed state strange either? Your lack of markings as you mentioned before. Have you even looked at yourself in a mirror since your release from the Infirmary?"

Severus narrowed his coal black eyes. "Why should I?"

"Because then you'll see what I say is true. You shall need to research what you are so you can control your abilities. Even now some Enthrall is drifting off you unconsciously because of the way you command with your voice. And you would have also noticed I'm not looking into your eyes."

Severus felt confused until he called on his knowledge of Dark Creatures. Incubi…Incubi had the ability to draw people to them. Enthrall it was called. They could control through this power and if their prey looked upon the Incubus… "Oh." 'That's why everyone has been acting like a nitwit around me.'

"You see what I say is true?"

"What does this mean for me then? Can I no longer teach?" Severus fell into an armchair. "What am I to do with my life? For all I wished for freedom I don't have the money to follow my aspirations…" 'And dreams are foolish.'

"Well, one good thing about the Minister's visit. He has to say he found no Mark on you and therefore your family's vaults will be accessible again."

Severus was glad he was already sitting. "Really." The Snape vaults. There were only two but they were both high security and surely filled with valuables. Suddenly his dreams didn't seem so far fetched.

"But…before your mind wanders Severus," The Headmaster's voice pulled him back. "You should really read up on what you are."

"Yes. Yes, of course I will. Thank you for informing me." The Professor nodded and turned to make his way out.

"Oh and a substitute will be found for the last three weeks of this year. I'm sure you'll need the time to research and collect yourself. You will also find you will be needing permission to leave the school at least once a month for a day or two so you have it from this point on. When your name is officially cleared of course, all restrictions will be lifted. Good day my boy."

With that Dumbledore left Severus blinking at his closed chamber door.

A/N: Yes, this was a very fast update to clarify, because I didn't want anyone innocently to think I meant them too. But don't expect this all the time! #wags finger#

Err, and about the beta reader thing...I don't have one because, as this random update suggests, I update whenever I feel like it and don't feel like waiting...however I make my very best effort to read over my own things and find mistakes. However I do miss them sometimes, gomen#bows#, and...heck, I'm known for my run-on sentences.