"Good morning, I'm Professor Snape and I'll be your Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher, until Professor Merrythought is fit enough to return to Hogwarts and teach you. There will be no silly wand waving or use of curses in this class. If you are not ready to abide by these rules, I will be more than obliged to give you detention for the rest of the term." are my first uplifting words to the second year Gryffindors and Slytherins in my first DADA class. " I will now ask you a few questions to see how much you've learnt last year. You may raise your hand if you know the answer. Answering correctly will earn you house points and those who have no interest in paying attention and prefer talking in this class may as well stay out for the rest of the term," I add glaring at two boys sitting on the last bench, " Mr....?"
"Malfoy, Professor."
" And you may be..?" I ask the other boy.
" Riddle, sir. Tom Riddle." A pair of green eyes stare into mine. I resist a flinch. So here he is, I think. That murderer. That boy who will gradually turn into a bald, nose-less, green pig of a Voldemort, in the future.
Suddenly, I get back into my senses. " Well, the next time I see you chatting in this class, believe me, it won't be good." It never will be good for you Riddle, I think. Never ever.
"So, who can tell me what is needed to make the Draught of Living Death?" I ask.
"Powdered root of Asphodel to an infusion of Wormwood." Riddle answers almost instantly.
"Very good, Mr. Riddle. Five points to Slytherin. But I'd appreciate if you'd raise your hand. Next question: Where would you find bezoar?" Two hands shot up. One was Riddle's. The other one was a girl's: My Mum.
I gulp inside. "Yes Ms. Prince?"
"Professor, bezoar is a stone, taken from a goat's stomach, uh, am I right?." I saw Riddle glaring at her, and so did she, but she just ignored. I understand something, that even then, not all bowed down to the Dark Powers, and at the moment I feel proud of being my mother's son.
" Excellent , Ms. Prince, and yes, you said correctly. Five points to Slytherin again. Who knows the colour of a Shrinking Solution?"
" Acid green, sir. But sir, aren't these Potions questions?" says Mum. Oops. Big mistake.
Just then I noticed Riddle angrily muttering under his breath, 'how dare...?'
I raise an eyebrow." Very good, another Five points to Slytherin. Um, yes they are Potions questions. Now, why don't we switch to Defence? Do you wish to say something, Mr. Riddle?"
"No, nothing, sir." he replies. You better not scum, I almost think aloud. I'm careful to ask only Defence questions now. The rest of the class goes on quite the same, answers coming from both the Slytherins , back and forth between them until Slytherin House has earned almost 75 points and it is time for the next class. I check my timetable. I have a break for about an hour and then another class.
I get into my office a few minutes later and sit down to prepare my lesson plan. Plan...I wish I had a plan to kill Riddle.. to end this all, to go home for once. I don't want to teach again. Why did I ever come here in the first place? Voldemort had been killed. Everyone now, in the future must be rejoicing their victory over evil.
Or maybe not.
How could I forget those who have been killed?
By looking at this from another point of view, I'm doing this for myself too.... for Lily, for Dumbledore, and (quite grudgingly) for James too. Just to see them all alive again. To change the past, for a better future. Just then, I hear a voice outside my office.
"The next time you dare try to act too smart of yourself, you're dead, filth."
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The Return Of The Half-Blood Prince
Fanfic*Completed* If you've read the Harry Potter series, then you are going to love this Fanfiction. Voldy has gone Mouldy, but there's still more to the story. Severus Snape, the Half-Blood Prince, goes into the past and tries to change it. What past...
