Severus Snape, Potions Professor at Hogwarts (he was also a Potions Master, but he didn't like to brag about it like a parrot), was having a perfectly normal day.
Wake up, get ready, teach young brats, teach NEWT brats, award points to Slytherin, eat lunch, teach OWL brats, teach more brats, deduct points from every house, sneer at every innocent soul with loathing dripping from his voice...
He headed back to his quarters and was about to start grading essays done by the fourth years on antidotes when his fireplace flared bright green with the face of Albus Dumbledore staring at him from the flames.
Severus was going to make a remark about how busy his schedule was and he had no time for exchanging pleasantries over evening tea but he thought better of it after taking in the look of the Headmaster's face.
Albus looked distraught. The ceaseless twinkle in his eyes was extinguished.
"Good evening, Albus."
"Evening Severus, could you please come through the Floo? I have an urgent matter to discuss."
"Certainly."
The Headmaster's face disappeared from the fireplace, leaving Severus' mind muddled. What urgent matter would it be?
Stepping through the fireplace with Floo powder in his hand, Severus had reached the Headmaster's office within a matter of seconds.
Albus stood facing the window of his office, which offered a view of the Quidditch pitch that was now being graced by the silver rays of the moon.
He faced Severus and the Potions Professor now really thought that the Headmater had lived a century. He held a deep frown on his face, his face looking more sullen.
"Severus, it has come to my attention that Arabella Figg has passed away due to a heart attack that took place yesterday evening."
The name sounded familiar, but Severus couldn't place a face to the name. Before he could question, Albus had continued.
"She was a squib. She lived in 11 Wisteria Walk, Little Whinging, Surrey; as requested by me to keep watch on Harry Potter."
Severus tensed, he couldn't even move an inch, he went as rigid as a statue. His eyes had turned as wide as saucers.
He was having a perfectly normal day, only to be ruined by Potter's spawn of all the people in the world.
"What do you want me to do, Albus?" He snapped back before the other man could speak anything else.
"My dear boy, if you could just check on him for once-"
"Absolutely not, you are out of your mind for suggesting this! You could check on him, or Minerva, or-"
"Severus," Albus chided in a little sternly.
"I ask you to do this as you have already acquainted with Mrs Dursley," Severus couldn't help but scoff at the statement.
"Yes, and we hated each other."
"Maybe she has come over the childhood rivalry, it might do her no harm to meet a knowing face rather than Minerva's or someone else. I have to go to the Ministry for a trial to be executed tomorrow."
Severus silently let out a string of colorful words but eventually gave in.
"Fine, I'll check on him tomorrow."
"Thank you Severus."
Severus bid good night to Albus and flooed back to his own quarters.
He couldn't even fathom the thought of being near Harry bloody Potter, pampered prince just like his arrogant father.
He didn't know how wrong he was going to be...
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O child born with a silver-spoon, what happened to you?
Fanfiction"Absolutely not, you are out of your mind for suggesting this! You could check on him, or Minerva, or-" "Severus," Albus chided in a little sternly. An AU in which Harry Potter's wish became true, being taken away from his relatives....
