Harry Potter Characters Professor Snape Novels & Stories

Jack pats her shoulder, his face twisted in fake concern. I should feel something sympathy, worry but all I can think is: Now who’s going to tell me my art is empty? The dean gestures to the stranger beside her. "This is Mr. Laurent. He’ll be your substitute instructor for the remainder of the semester." And that’s when I finally look at him. Jerome Laurent is not what I expected. Young too young to be a professor, maybe late twenties with tousled dark hair and a sharp jaw shadowed by stubble. He’s dressed in all black: fitted slacks, a rolled sleeve button down, boots that look like they’ve seen more than just a classroom.

I shook my head and turned to my table to bring out the new biology textbook Keisha had gifted me a while back. “Our topic for today is Excretion. Now….” I trailed off when the door opened and someone walked in. Shock glued my feet to the floor and I would have almost dropped the book on the floor but a professor has gotta maintain her Steeze in front of her students. Even though I didn't drop the book, my jaw was definitely on the floor as I stared at the guy walking into the door with a grin. “Good morning miss,” he greeted with a smile, and that voice sent shivers down my spine, “I'm a new student.”

"Welcome to English Literature. My name is Professor Alabaster, and for the next semester, you’ll be under my watch." His eyes scanned the room, sharp and authoritative, and when they passed over Belle, she thought she saw the briefest flicker of something, something dark and heated. But it was gone in an instant, replaced by the professional, unyielding facade of Professor Alabaster. Belle shifted uncomfortably in her seat, trying to focus on what he was saying. He moved around the room, talking about the syllabus, the expectations, and the importance of participation. His voice was steady, his words calculated, but underneath it all, Belle felt the tension between them building. Every time

“What is this?” “Do you watch the series called harry potter?” He asked, and when still don’t get it, he explained, “You know, some fantasy that humans made about us supernaturals.” He then pointed at his little gift, “That character is named Remus Lupin, the werewolf there.” I nodded my head, looking at the little human that transforms into a wolf keychain type. “And? What should I do with this?” I asked again. “I hope you’ll keep it.” He trailed off, his tone narrowing but then he cleared his throat, “Are you happy today? Did I somehow convince you that I’m serious?”

Hermione Granger sat cross-legged on the floor of the library, surrounded by piles of books as she pored over ancient texts in search of a rare potion recipe. The silence was broken only by the soft rustling of pages and the occasional creak of a floorboard underfoot. Lost in her studies, she didn't notice the tall, dark-haired figure approaching until he was standing directly behind her. "Well, well, what do we have here?" Viktor Krum's deep voice rumbled, causing Hermione to jump and spin around. The Bulgarian Quidditch captain loomed over her, his piercing gaze fixed on her face. Hermione felt her cheeks flush under his intense scrutiny.

I wasn't welcomed in their midst. "Bloody hell!" I rose up and banged the table. It's been there a while now, this anger, escaping when I always feel cheated on or dared in an unfriendly manner. I was angry at the guard guiding the entrance, at the maid that prepared the snack and tea on the table, heck, I was even angry when my tea wasn't quite at the right temperature. But the truth was, my life needed changing for the better, because there was more going into this brain and body than I could handle and still be me. So, even if it's not okay with them, I was going to start working on my real purpose. I had even completely forgotten she was present with us till I saw her oval rounded face a