Harrietta- Harry looked into the car. Another man was sitting there. He was older than the black-haired man who had lead her from the hell-hole she used to call a home. Much, much older. As in 100 years old! She may have been ten, but she knew what the black-haired man had implied when he spoke to her uncle. She had followed him, never the less, but now, she found a new adrenaline a spark of rebellion, and she found herself staring at the man, refusing to get in. She took a step back, wondering when to run. She knew about pedophile's and what happened when you got in vans or cars with strange men. Or any kind of people. She saw him glare at her. "Get. In. The. Car. Now." He said. She gulped, but held her ground. For the first time, she wasn't following an order. She was scared, as it would be weird if she wasn't, but she stood her ground, and didn't move.
Snape-'What was wrong with this girl?' He thought. 'Why didn't she get in the damn car? Was she scared of something? Or someone?' He gave her the death glare, which was reserved for the first year Gryffindor, who had the audacity to melt one of his cauldrons, or misbehave in his class. She trembled, and visibly gulped, but only took a step back. Usually, the children in his class, who were older, and more mature, would do what they were told after he gave them the pissed, angry dungeon bat glare. 'Strange.' He thought. 'Maybe she was scared of cars?'
Harry- 'Where did this will to rebel come from? After living with the Dursely's for about 9 years, she had always did as they asked, and never thought twice about it.' She jerked out of her thoughts as the old man sitting in the car got up, and got out of the car. "Please child, get in the car." He said calmly, and pleasantly "Don't let Professor Snape scare you. He may be scary, but he's quite tolerable, when you get to know him." He said, his eyes twinkling. She processed the dark-haired man's name. So the man who led her here was Snape...Snape...why did that sound...so...familiar? She thought about it, before gasping in recognition. She fumbled for her locket, which she wore around her neck, not noticing the two men stiffen, and pull out...sticks? They stuck the said sticks into their sleeves, but kept looking around, suspiciously, and a bit paranoidly. She opened up the locket, and showed the two men the moving pictures inside.