Misunderstood (Severus Snape X Reader)

Chapter 3

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Your POV

It's not that long after the whole troll incident. Harry has his first Quidditch game today and has hardly eaten anything. I'm not sure if I'll go, I might make my way out since pretty much the whole school is going to be there.

Moving over to their house table, I sit close to them, that is before Snape comes over to Harry.

"Good luck today, Potter. Then again, now that you've proven yourself against a troll. A little game of Quidditch should be easy work for you. Even if it is against Slytherin. "

He watches us for a moment, before walking off. A small limp noticeable in his steps as he leaves the Great Hall.

"That explains the blood." Harry mumbles.

Raising a corner of my brow, I hum gently. "Blood?"

He gets closer to us, and we lean in to listen what's going on. "Listen, last night I'm guessing Snape let the troll in as a diversion so he could try and get passed that 3 headed dog, but he got himself bitten and that's why he's limping."

Hermione furrows her brows. "Why would anyone go near that dog?"

"The day I was at Gringotts, Hagrid took something out of one of the vaults, he said it was Hogwart's business, very secret. That's what the dog's guarding, that's what Snape wants."

Hearing a chirping sound, we look over to see a snowy owl carrying something rather large to the table.

"Bit early for mail, isn't it?"

"But I never get mail."

Helping the other three tear it open, we uncover a broom.

"That's not just a broomstick, Harry. It's a Nimbus 2000!"

"But who?"

He asks himself before he looks over, following his gaze he sees McGonagall wave at him. It wasn't long until the game started, Harry had to get into his Quidditch robes and headed out to the field. Sitting with my house, I watch as the teams come out.

Madame Hooch comes out and gets the game started, throwing the Quaffle up to the Chasers, as the Bludgers and the Snitch take off.

Angelina gets a score for Gryffindor. Smiling gently I watch as one of the Slytherin chasers gets the ball and tries to get it into the goal. Only for Oliver to stop it. Slytherin chaser's weren't playing fair as Oliver is knocked off his broom and falls to the sand below the goals.

Slytherin score an easy 20 points from their cheating after knocking Angelina and Oliver out of the game. Glancing to Harry as they make a couple other goals the Gryffindor house groaning at the sight. He begins moving quickly. That was before his broom started bouncing every which way after stopping. Glancing over to Hermione I see her start making a move.

Getting up I made my way down and found her at the base of the tower. "What's going on with Harry?"

"It's Snape, he's jinxing the broom."

Nodding we set off for the tower the Professors were at. Keeping a look out as I watch her find Snape's spot and peaking out a little as she holds her wand. "Lacarnum Inflamarae." she mutters.

My eyes widen as I see the sparks come out of her wand. "Hermione!" She hushes me as the panic of the fire on the top of the tower.

Stomping could be heard as they try and put it out, following Hermione back to her tower, I sigh gently. Hagrid smiling at me as he lets me in front with her and Ron. By now Harry was back to being able to fly, chasing after the Snitch.

He fights with the Slytherin Seeker before they both nose dive towards the field. Pulling up at the last second, Harry stands on his broom to reach the Snitch, only for him to trip and roll forward.

"Looks like he's gonna be sick." I hear Hagrid say.

Harry coughs up the snitch and the Gryffindors win. Even if Slytherin tried their best to cheat for their win.

After the game, we followed Hagrid back towards his hut on the grounds. "Nonsense! Why would Snape puta curse on Harry's broom?"

"Who knows? Why was he trying to get past that three-headed dog on Halloween?"

"Who told you about Fluffy?"

"Fluffy?"

"That thing has a name?"

"Of course he's got a name. He's mine. I bought him off an Irish feller I met down at the pub last year. Then I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the-"

"Yes?" Harry asked.

"Shouldn't have said that. No more questions! Don't ask any more questions, that's top secret that is."

"But Hagrid, whatever Fluffy's guarding, Snape's trying to steal it."

"Codswallop. Professor Snape is a Hogwarts teacher."

"Hogwarts teacher or not, I know a spell when I see one. I've read all about them." Hermione spoke. "You've got to keep eye contact, and Snape wasn't blinking."

"Exactly."

Hagrid huffs for a moment. "Now you listen to me, all four of you. You're meddling in things that out not to be meddled in. It's dangerous. What that dog is guarding is strictly between Professor Dumbledore and Nicholas Flamel."

"Nicholas Flamel?" I ask.

"I shouldn't have said that, I should not have said that." He leaves muttering to himself and I turn to the other three.

"Nicholas Flamel. Who's Nicholas Flamel?"

Shrugging as we look at each other, we wandered back into the school. Deciding we had homework to do and to take a break from the adventures we kept getting ourselves caught in. Sighing gently as I sat in the library I stared at my book. Hoping the words would just go into my head and I would know what it said.