Duplicate {Severus Snape}

Chapter Twenty-Two: The Villian

Cassie's POV

I wondered were I would be if I had just stayed in my chambers that night. I imagned I would be with Snape, or maybe him and I wouldn't have made it. Life had a weird way of working. Just like the week before with Remus. If he would have told Dumbledore no, we wouldnt be here. That night I had gone back to my own chambers. I had decided that it was the last straw, everyone had become accustomed to making decisions for me, and it not only made me exhausted but irritable.

However, I knew the reason behind it. Still with Remus he was the one I was seeing frequently. He saw me with every nightmare, every panic attack, everything. I needed to be back to my own place, and that was it.

I am not going to even start on the toll it took. My first night the second I came into my chambers, I wanted to vomit. Everything was the same. The kitchen was a mess and it smelled of plain rubbish. My clothes were scattered in my room, so that whole night I cleaned everything. I practically redid my whole living room and room. It had no trace of who I was anymore. It was actually refreshing.

Since that night it was hard. Nightmares were still there, and getting worse. I didnt sleep especially without Remus beside me. I felt unprotected. Especially when last night I woke up to movement in my living room. I had planned my next move for everything only for it to be an owl. I had never gotten any since the beginning of the school year that it felt like a trap. I didnt know why now I would be getting letters.

Professor Sheen, a professor that barely left a trace in my head had sent me the owl. Explaining that he needed guidance in one his classes, he also mentioned that he had no intention of questioning me about Snape like the previous time, which I did not remember. I had no intention of actually going until I realized that I was no longer for at least this week going to be with Remus. Still, a new face was not on my bucket list. What got me was the fact that the hooded man never took away from knowlede of the Muggle World, and I knew somewhere in me that helping would take my time and mind far away from this reality.

So here I was in a very early Monday morning walking my way to where the classroom was. I felt fear build up as I got closer, and I was unsure why. I barely remembered him and the last interaction with him was when I told him to piss off. Still I felt uneasy. I knocked lightly, pushing the door open. He sat at his table, standing to his feet as he saw me enter. He stood maybe a few inches taller than me, his hair the same color as mine, but his eyes were very bright. He was handsome, it was obvious that he was. He offered me a seat next to him but I stood were I was watching his movements carefully.

He wore a black satin suit with his hair neatly pulled back, he didnt say much as I wasnt really conversing with him. He grabbed his papers going through them before handing it over to me. I looked to him before reading them over. It looked like they were reaching the end of the semester, and there final unit was World Philosphers. This included Freud, Piaget, Maslow, and I could already tell this was going to be heavy. I mean I hated philosophy as much as the next kid but still.

"Are you unsure how to teach them the lesson, or are you worried they are going to fail because no one shows interest in philosophers," I asked, handing him back the paper.

He lightly chuckled nodding to my question instantly.

"Both actually. We start the unit last week, and they were given an assignment about the comparison between theories, and Professor Black, in short terms, they were rubbish," he said, going through the essays that all had markings scattered on them.

"Instead of compare and contrast, how you tried integrating them all?" I asked once again to him nodding to my question.

"Integrating, lecturing, demonstrating, examples. They dont get it, and they dont get the theories or correlation,"