Harry Potter Professor Snape Death Novels & Stories

All of my students loved me, and seemed to love my teachings. When the first year ended and the second year began, I was not prepared for the influx of young girls, students, throwing themselves at me. I was disgusted. It's an unspoken tradition at this school that every professor would end up sleeping with a student by the end of their second year teaching. That didn't happen with me. The students we have here, or at least the ones I end up teaching, are all spoiled rich kids. The girls are bratty, and not in the way I like.

His shoulders are broad, his dark hair is perfectly messy and his eyes scanned the students once before he spoke. "Professor Harlan, thank you for the warm-up," he said with his deep and smooth voice. "I'm Professor Adrian Knight. I'll be taking over this Literature course for the rest of the semester." Whispers spread across the hall and Juliet stared. He looked too young to be a full professor, maybe early thirties, but his presence filled the room. He set his bag on the desk and turned to the class. "Forbidden love," he continued, picking up right where they left off. "The kind that destroys careers, families, even lives. Why do we keep writing about it? Why do we keep reading it?"

And to say I had been accusing the professor wrongly. My mind drifted to our last and only conversation. "Have we met before?" I had asked. In response, he said, and quite rudely might I add, "Bold of you to assume I'd remember." before he strode away. My blood boiled at the reminder. How could someone be so full of themselves and still get to be a professor? Teachers were supposed to be gentle sweet-talkers. Right? Except the few Severus Snape candidates. But Professor Valerious was entirely on a different level.

Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pitty the living and above all, those who live without love. ~Professor Dumbledore, The deathly hallows. •• She sat on her prayer mat, hands raised in silent supplication, her mind whirling around different steps that she could have taken to avoid such an altercation. Why did she ever think she could do it? Marriage? How could he think that she was ready to marry him? What had she ever done to make him think that she wanted to marry him?

But those attempts quickly realized they could never compete with the professor's loyalty to his work. When he looked at Isa, he could see it. Her eyes were dark... brown like a barren forest in a frigid, snowless winter night. Yet amidst the trees was a flame. It was the same spark Isa saw in her professor that now plagued her fantasies. The sin, immorality, corruption of it all... No. She's a student. The relationship between a professor and student should always remain chaste. Although if we lived in a lawless society, Theodore would have Isa's hands bounded and her ass branded with his belt.

Aisha stormed into the room, from her pace and heavy breathing, I knew something was wrong. “What's wrong Aisha?” “The Professor… The Prof..” She said catching her breath. “What???” “The Professor is dead” “Dead?” “Professor Matthews… He is dead… He was strangled… I saw it… I saw it all” she broke into tears. I didn't ask her any more questions, she was panicking, I decided to console her instead. Thoughts ran through my head, Professor Matthews is dead? The man seemed to young to die, he was strangled by who??

After some thinking he answered. "There's four ways, Professor… Sorry, I don't know your name." "Snape, Severus Snape. Master for potions of the castle, and Head of House Slytherin." "Well, Professor Snape, as I was saying, there's four ways of removing it. First way is to serve the agreed time specified at the branding ritual. Second way is to grow more powerful than the master at the brand time and expunge the brand by oneself. Third way is to receive your freedom early. Fourth way is if the master dies with no direct magical heir the brand will disappear, otherwise the 'ownership' will be passed to his heir."

With his legs parted, sitting like a king, I felt a shiver run through my body with the power he had. Professor Marison brought his drink to his lips and moved his eyes up and down my body, the movement so sensual that I could feel it in my core. He took a sip from his glass cup and lowered it. I paid attention to his lips and bit the inside of my cheek when he licked his lips. Flashes of his tongue going down on me filled my head and I cursed him. The devil of a man smirked again then rose to his feet. Disappointment suddenly filled me. Was he leaving?

It was also well decorated with lots of blood and he was bitten on his neck. “Yes, that's him.” Harold, Wilkes, Derek and Penelope's eyes landed on Francis' lifeless body. “Golden Lake University has seen his end. It will see mine, too, but none of yours,” professor Ericson added. Harold was the first to look away from Francis but by the time his eyes landed on professor Ericson, his face was relaxed, eyes were closed, skin was whitish from excess loss of blood and he wasn't breathing. Professor Ericson was dead.

Did they find anything about the death happening here? Professor Dunston and Hyle came along with a few more professors as the lady sniffed the dead body while she said-" It's a Night Rider... He has been killed by a Night Rider." She turned back toward granny. She said-" I need to see all the students, professors, and everyone who are staying here" Professor Hyle nodded as she called every one of us into the Hall room. We were standing in the line as granny came in along with Professor Dunston, uncle Ben, and the lady.