Book of Hogwarts

Snape's View

Snape didn't like to entangle himself in matters he had no grasp on. Unfortunately, he constantly found himself in those very situations. Firstly, he had to be involved with Potter's offspring and every single year, he brought trouble with him. This year's problem was Sirius Black. He detested him along with his compatriots, Peter Pettigrew, James Potter, and Remus Lupin. They were his horrors of his youth and now he must make potions to restrain Lupin's monthly transformation. Curse it all! The lot of them were nothing but trouble and now Pettigrew was good as dead along with James while Black was a convicted criminal.

As if having two terrorizers from his young years come back was not enough, Merlin decided to add two other strange people.
Ciel Phantomhive had the pride of Slytherin, the intellect of Ravenclaw, and the charisma of Gryffindor, yet the boy managed to isolate himself into a league of his own. Snape initially thought he would like him when they Sorting Hat declared Phantomhive's house, but his observations indicated the opposite. Snape also had never to fret about someone taking authority in his classes until Phantomhive attended them. How entitled was worm? He winced from one particular recollection of an incident.

He had sped through the list of supplies as he was impatient and wanted to see who would be behind (Neville no doubt would be one if not the only straggler).

"Now, this part is critical. Mix the substances counter clockwise and add other batch of the previously listed substances," Snape instructed.

Not a minute past after Snape gave the project when he heard a miniature clap of thunder, a sign of failure. Another one quickly followed. Snape surveyed the desks to find the culprits. Neville as Snape suspected, was tinged red all over and to Snape's surprise, Malfoy's project also failed.

"What the bloody world are you staring at?! Don't you see this will ignite a fire!" a voice roared.

Phantomhive was standing up and marched over to Neville's desk to which a fire was rapidly growing. The boy frantically tried to stamp out the flames (no doubt incinerate the whole body if a fraction of flesh made contact with).

Snape stood still as the fire and child battled each other. Granger had enough sense to do the same with Malfoy's as the Slytherin stood in disbelief.

"Sebastian! Come here!" Ciel cried, his voice ringing all over the classroom.

Snape saw a swift shadow appearing and when he blinked his eyes, the fires were put out and a set of eyes drilled into Snape's. His swore that the eyes' maroon hues were flickering to a scarlet red.

"I know I should not rebuke a superior but if you ever endanger that soul, you will pay greatly!" Michaelis warned, his usual smile replaced with a scowl more frightening than anything Snape ever saw.

Sometime later, Snape found himself standing in the halls outside of his own classroom while Michaelis took over the class. He vaguely remembered Michaelis dismissing him and taking over. It wasn't until Lupin and his class came by confused to see the potion teacher  till Snape realized what all that had happened. He peered into the classroom through the slit of the door, Michaelis glared at him. Snape stumbled back, every nerve of his abuzz.

When the period was over, everyone streamed out of the potion class in great spirits, the first time that ever occurred. Usually students would come out in shame, boredom, fear, or anger. Happiness was unheard of.

"The hopping chocolate bunnies were so cute!" a Hufflepuff child exclaimed.

"Ciel's dog was my favorite," a Ravenclaw said.

"I wish Professor Michaelis would be the Potion Master," a blasted Weasley added.

Finally, Michaelis exited the room.

"Remember my words, Severus," Michaelis hinted as he passed by.

He suddenly stopped and tilted turned his head back.

"Werewolf matters are not foreign to me either."

A few weeks later(tormented each night beyond belief by nightmares of Michaelis), Snape strode to his office to finalize the first semester grades. He met a strangely dressed man on one set of moving stairs. The man had unkept silver hair that seemed to be spilling out of a well-worn black hat onto a pure black attire. What his overgrown bangs didn't cover of his face, a thick prominent scar showed. How the man could see anything, Snape didn't know.

"Hello, there, sir! Would you like me fit you a coffin? I'll give you a discount too!" he said enthusiastically.

Snape mentally added to his profile, deranged.

"What business do you have here?" Snape demanded.

"I'm the Undertaker of course. I thought I have dressed enough to show my profession. Only reason why I'm here, good sir is that death is nearby. Do you happen by any chance here where Miss Myrtle is? She's supposed to be around here," the Undertaker said.

Snape's heart skipped but he reminded himself that he had dignity still.

"She's in an abandoned girls' bathroom on the lower floor," Snape answered, unsure why he was freely telling an intruder this.

"Tsk. Poor girl. Her soul yearning to be released from this cruel world yet is tied to it and in an loo of all places!" the man exclaimed.

"Why do you want to know this and how do you know this?" Snape asked, hopping to gain something from this exchange.

"I told you, Severus, I'm the Undertaker."

The man said that and cast a chilling smile that could rival with Michaelis'. The so called Undertaker whisked away. Snape cursed himself for not being as diligent as he should of been. He tried to pursue the man but it became clear he was doing it in vain.

Leaning against a pillar in one of the courtyards Hogwarts offered, Snape gained his breath. He had almost recollected himself from the chase when he saw a particular red head.
Snape recognized the man as the person who supported the Slytherins in Quidditch. He also remembered how hard he tried to get near Michaelis. It was obvious the man was familiar with Michaelis no matter how much the other one denied his presence.

"Tell me, how do know Michaelis?" Snape asked.

"Oh, Sebby? Well for ages!" the man began, his eyes brightening. "He's never content and be around low quality souls!" the man exclaimed. "Truly, I am one of high quality. Ooh, just imagining Bassy preying on me sends me over the moon!"

Snape started to shift, discomfort settling in as the man went on.

"Thank you for asking me about Sebastian. No one ever asks and I don't believe I am an unreliable source to go to concerning Sebby. No! I am the most qualified and others are just too blind to see it. I must be going or William confiscate my chainsaw!" 

The man then practically skipped away humming "London Bridge" off-key. Snape rubbed his temple feverishly as he tried to make sense what all that happened within the last half hour. Undertaker, Myrtle, death, Sebby-no, Sebastian, chainsaw, William, and skipping. Merlin, Snape needed a drought of every concoction he has to alleviate this expanding headache.