Severus Snape Headmaster Novels & Stories

“I’ll be back, Selene. Tell me what you’ve gathered so far with Doc Liv’s case. I’ll be in my office.” Blame shuddered when the headmaster’s gaze penetrated her soul, his sharp eyes piercing through her flesh. Though it was hard to ignore it, she kept her sad expression, still not looking him in the eye. “Let’s go, Ms. Seirt.” The moment the headmaster closed the challenger’s door, they were engulfed by a deafening silence. “You’re a good actress, aren’t you?” said the headmaster, unsmiling. Tears still cradling her cheeks, her lips curled. “So you knew?”

But when Selene stared at him, he followed their teacher. "OHH MYYY..." The whisper of the girls created a bee's sound around the classroom as they saw the hidden treasure behind that black hoodie jacket. "Severus D'First. That's my name. Don't ask where I came from because I'm not interested in answering that." Severus spoke coldly and he looked at the students emotionless. The pupils of his eyes looked like a shiny raven's feather. His shaggy eyebrows and small red lips made him so handsome. His full face was blessed with attraction matched with some hair that blocked his face.

He shifted his smiling gaze to the headmaster, who seem uncomfortable from the onslaught of gazes he received. Will you stop talking about me and focus on yourselves! Headmaster ranted inside his mind as he bit the insides of his cheeks. The Malevolent duke tilted his head to the side and gave Gabriel a deadpanned response. “So? I came here first so move along. The headmaster’s schedule is full for now.”

The headmaster asked seeming awkward as he stood before her. “I am fine. We need to inform his majesty about this. Did one of them survive?” She asked Azeph shook his head. “The one we caught committed suicide,” He said and she nodded. “We need to move the bodies out of here while the other students are sleeping,” The headmaster said, “Go ahead. I give permission to your men to come into my chambers,” She declared. The headmaster bowed before her then. It was the first time he’d seen the man bow to anyone other than the king.

Max’s POV I had one hell of a day. I was sore, but nothing that the sweet Minerva Jones cannot fix. She whipped me up something from her little portable drawer like bag of potions and dropped a few of it’s yellow content in my tea. She reminded me of professor Snape from my favorite sequel, Harry Potter. The only difference was, miss Minerva was a happy soul. Snape was grumpy.

The Headmaster halted his steps when he reached his table and he went straight to the shelf hat stood next to it. "ELA EDO CHALICE" He chanted and with a casual flick of his wand, the ancient chalice that sat on his top-shelf flew towards him. It landed on his hand very smoothly and Professor Sonny caressed its intricate pattern with so much care as if it was a lover he was touching. "Hello my dear, are you ready to receive my surprise to you? I brought you someone whom you were probably dying to meet." Professor Sonny whispered next to the ancient chalice. He has this kind of evil grin on his face when he said that clearly showed that the Headmaster was definitely up to something.

Professor snapes said with a smile as Gao Yu kept mute. “Anyway I called you for something, how did you learn the second verse of the ritual recitation?” Professor snapes asked. “I Don’t know, I found out I know it when you started reciting it” Gao Yu said nothing but the truth. “I see, you are really among the children involved in the ritual years ago, why must my little sister die though? Professor snapes said smiling as a drop of tear dropped down his eyes, his little sister has been among those affected by the ritual, she was the very last person he could call a close family, she was six when the ritual took place, he can still remember how the little girl shivered after reciting the rit

Perhaps the magnificence of the room distracted them from what stood ahead, a group of noble Ice landers at a corner of the room. Keira's voice reverberating through the whole room stilled adoring fingers. "Alright, take your seats everyone, and I'll introduce you to your headmaster." While the witches took their preferred seats, a man from the group by the corner came forth and stood beside Keira. "Class," said Keira, "this is your headmaster, Sybil." The tall, portly man smiled widely and bowed. "Good day class," he said cheerily, "behind me are the warlocks who would be taking you all on various subjects."

The volume rose up to a point where Keverow had to slam her gavel down. “Silence! Silence!” She cried. Then she turned to look at Thorne. Her eyes were narrowed. “Do I mean to assume you’re accusing both Smith and the Headmaster, Alpha Blythwitch?” “No,” Thorne said with a shake of his head. “I don’t think the Headmaster would fall under this spell on his own. I think that Smith is a master in seduction and has seduced the Headmaster to fall under her spell.” “Spell?” Keverow snorted. “No sort of spell exists to cause someone to go against their species. I believe you received excellent marks in history. Did you not remember Headmaster Lunerly was one of the wolves who freed us?”

"He doesn't usually do that. In fact, he hasn't, except once about 400 years ago....Consider yourself very lucky... and blessed." Vaerion flickered the chandelier lights as if to say damn right she is. The headmaster turned more serious then, his gaze sharp but kind. "How were your first classes?" "I actually love them," I admitted. "Even the creepy spellcasting dude who hates godbloods couldn't ruin it." His lips twitched. "Ah yes... Professor Thornhall. A necessary evil, I'm afraid." Aster snorted behind me. "Necessary perv is more like it."