His Wife | Severus Snape x OC

seventy-two

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The cold, sharp click of Umbridge's heels echoed through the corridors of Hogwarts as she made her way to the Great Hall. Her expression was as smug as ever, a self-satisfied smile playing on her lips. She was on a mission today, one that she had been contemplating for weeks.

The Great Hall was abuzz with chatter, students enjoying their free time between classes, unaware of the storm brewing just outside. Near the entrance, Fred and George were laughing with a small group of students, their eyes gleaming with mischief. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting nearby, quietly discussing the latest oppressive decree from Umbridge.

The doors to the hall suddenly swung open, and there she was—Dolores Umbridge, her smile as sweet as poison, and her eyes locked on one target: Rosabelle Snape.

Rosabelle, standing near the front of the hall, with Severus, raised an eyebrow, already sensing something amiss. Umbridge marched toward her, her steps quick and deliberate. Behind her, a few students began to gather, sensing something significant was about to happen.

"You're just in time," Umbridge announced loudly, her voice cutting through the hall as students turned to watch. The Golden Trio exchanged glances, and Fred and George stepped forward, already suspicious of Umbridge's intentions.

"Rosabelle Snape," Umbridge continued, her tone thick with false sweetness, "I'm afraid your time at Hogwarts has come to an abrupt end."

A hushed murmur spread through the hall as students stopped to listen, their attention fully captured by the sudden confrontation. Harry, Hermione, and Ron were on their feet now, watching closely.

Rosabelle slowly looked up from her book, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Oh, has it now?" she asked, her tone dripping with sarcastic amusement.

Severus' dark eyes flicked to Umbridge, and though his face remained composed, there was a dangerous glint in his eyes. He said nothing, but his presence alone was enough to darken the atmosphere.

Umbridge ignored the tension, taking a step forward, her hands clasped in front of her as if she were bestowing mercy upon Rosabelle. "It has come to my attention that you've been... how shall I put it... questioning my methods and undermining Ministry authority. As High Inquisitor, it is within my right to dismiss you from your position here at Hogwarts, effective immediately."

There was a collective gasp from the students, their eyes wide with disbelief. Fred and George exchanged glances, the fire of rebellion already kindling in their eyes. Hermione's jaw dropped, and Harry's fists clenched as he watched, ready to step in if needed.

Rosabelle, however, simply crossed her arms and tilted her head. "Interesting. And what, exactly, makes you think you can dismiss me, Dolores?"

Umbridge's smile grew wider, and her voice was saccharine sweet. "Because Hogwarts is now under Ministry rule. And I hold the authority here." She glanced around at the students, clearly enjoying the attention. "It seems that you've mistaken your position. It doesn't matter how long you've been here, or how much you think you've contributed."