When All is Lost One is Found

Chapter 21: The Pink Terror

When All is Lost, One is Found

Author: Rinoaebastel

Chapter 21: The Pink Terror

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and gain no profit from this fanfiction other than writing practice. Harry Potter is owned by JK Rowling.

AN: This story may contain scenes taken from the Harry Potter movies and books, but it's not exact dialogue, just rewording of dialogue or omission. It is not marked.

September 1995

Classes resumed the same way they did every year, but Hogwarts as a whole was going through many changes. Changes that he knew few people liked. It wasn't enough for them to have a war to plan and a school to protect while the mighty Potter galloped around with reckless stupidity, now they had to be wary of the ministry. According to him the staff was filled with dangerous teachers who wanted to coup d'état.

The minister was paranoid and dumb enough to think that if he denied something enough, it didn't exist. He wouldn't admit that the Dark Lord had returned and that Harry Potter was in the middle of it all.

Now they had terror in pink in a new position there at Hogwarts. All because of that bastard head of the ministry. They couldn't speak freely, and the students had to be exposed to the so-called "knowledge" of the rodents who taught Defense Against the Dark Arts.

He was used to putting up a mask and had no problem in behaving as he always had. He was a cruel bastard and a strict teacher that fascinated that demon in pink. He once heard she had a thing for him, to which he responded mentally that he'd rather have dog-form Sirius Black hump his leg.

He knew that she was a Slytherin and a lover of pure breeds. He chuckled to himself for a moment. If she liked pure breeds then the mutt would be good for her. She'd probably be desperate enough that even him shitting on her leg would make her--He wiped that thought from his head as soon as it came. He wouldn't even expose the dog to that woman.

She might be a servant of the Dark Lord under cover, so he was more cautious than usual. He knew that Potter and his friends were plotting something, but he'd ignore whatever they were doing. If it caused that terror in pink some trouble, he was more than happy to turn a blind eye. But that didn't mean he wouldn't take joy in punishing Potter if the situation warranted it.

"I am impressed at how you keep these brats quiet. I read your file, Professor Snape. I had to as the inquisitor of Hogwarts." The high-pitched voice made him turn his eyes from one of the student's cauldron, but he didn't turn to acknowledge the woman. Maybe he should shove the squeaky toy he got for Black, an "anonymous" gift that would show up at Grimmauld place, down her throat to shut her up.

Or maybe he could poison her or just let Longbottom brew next to her. Surely, the boy would make a mistake and cause half her face to melt off.

"Of course. It's your job."

The woman cleared her throat. "I saw that you've applied for the Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts position every year since you started working here, yet you never got it."

"Obviously, as you can see."

The woman smiled at him. "I like you, Professor Snape. You're the most efficient person around here apart from Professor McGonagall and Argus Filch, but the direction of the school. The discipline. It's far too lenient."