Independent [SS x OC ]

Chapter 4

5:19 am, Saturday October 12, 2013.

I was just waking up. I laid on my stomach, hugging my pillow. I looked at my bedside table, just thinking.

What was that guy talking about? Hogwarts? Magic?? He must have been in on a prank or something. Unless there actually was such a thing... how could it be a thing? Google didn't even know what it was.

I reached for my phone and unplugged it. I turned it on and waited.

Where did that guy say he was from? Ministry for Magic? Ministry of Magic?

I opened Safari and typed in Ministry of Magic. . . . . Nothing. I groaned. This was frustrating me. I'm the kind of person who needs to know all of the facts and all of the details.

This was just a prank. It had to be. This one sure was unique though. Almost convincing even.

I put my phone back and closed my eyes.

"I have nothing to worry about" I told myself as I relaxed a little. I let out a breath and felt myself go back to sleep.

I awoke at 7:34 AM. It was incredibly rare that I sleep in or go back to sleep after I've woken up. So rare, I was worried about myself. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I looked around my room. Nothing was different. I shook my head.

"Everything is fine..." I told myself. I got out of bed and went upstairs to the bathroom. I did my business and washed my hands. I went back downstairs and sat at my desk in the far corner. I pulled out my school work and started working. Today was going to be a pajama day. I was feeling really lazy for some reason.

I excelled in English. It was my favorite subject. My least favorite subject was definitely History.

What kind of classes would a witch or wizard have? Potions? Spells? Flying? Maybe--

I stopped myself. This while witch wizard thing was ridiculous. I put my pencil down and rested my face in my hands.

Why am I still thinking about this? It's so dumb!

--Professor Snape's POV--

I sat alone in my quarters, reading a cook I've been meaning to read for a while now. I had no intentions on leaving for anything. It was about time I had some time to myself. It's Saturday, meaning there were no classes. If anyone nedded me they would have to come and find me. I'd rather not be social today. It was a cold day, meaning it was even colder in the dungeons, thus I wore a thick sweater.

I hated to admit it but I was happy to be back at Hogwarts. I was amazed at how close to death I was when Voldemort had Nigini Kill me. Luckily, he was stupid enough to forget I was potion master for quite a few years, meaning I had antidotes for almost anything and everything.

I meant it when I said I could put a stopper on death.

After I managed my wounds, I went to find Minerva. She was furious and nearly murdered me on the spot. Luckily, Harry hadn't removed my tears from the bowl yet. Minerva saw what I had done and why I did everything I had.

She and I left on good terms and I left my position so I could focus on healing.

I came back as of this year.

I missed potions. I enjoyed what I did then and honestly didn't want to give it up.

Since Voldemort's death, my dark mark had faded to a dark grey. There was nothing I could do about that, unfortunately.

I suppose it really didn't matter. I always dressed conservatively no matter what.

Of course, I had to stay consistent; I was still the same teacher I was before, strict and unforgiving.

The school on the other hand, had changed quite a bit. There were more muggle things, such as internet and cellular service (Magically provided). I didn't understand how any of it worked nor did I intend to.

The only thing I needed to understand was my lessons. I still hate everyone on the planet, just, not as much as I used to. Well... that's kind of a lie.