Teenage Severus Snape Novels & Stories

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.

Now entering the Great Hall accompanied by Severus, who just before was asking him the same things that Minerva asked and got the same answers, he approached the main table, where the rest of the staff was reunited and talking. Seeing the Headmaster's arrival, the staff waited for him and Professor Severus Snape, Head of Slytherin House and Potions Master of the castle, to sit, and started to ask questions about the unscheduled feast. Being 'bombarded' by questions from his staff, the Headmaster makes gestures so that his staff can quiet a little so he can talk.

Saw Isolde's small, triumphant smile. "—Isolde Ravenclaw." The world stopped.

She noticed the only character she shared how much she loved, she had a weird hate and love relationship with this one character and there were dolls of his. Severus Snape, there was something about his story which always made Lily love him for what he was yet hate him for the choices he made. She always hated him for not moving on and destroying himself for the woman who never for once looked back at him, she loved him for the devotion he had for the people he trusted and adored.

The mind is not a book, to be opened at will and examined at leisure. Thoughts are not etched on the inside of skulls, to be perused by an invader. The mind is a complex and many-layered thing. Severus Snape, Order of the phoenix. •• Muslim's gaze raked over his family, his heart filling up with so much warmth, words couldn't describe it. He had missed them, missed sitting on the table and eating food with them. His eyes found their father's and the warmth he was feeling dissipitated but he forced a smile on his face, as their mother placed a plate of tuwon shinkafa in front of him.

The person that just got to my back was looking at me and made a weird face before holding my hand. The person behind me later changed his mind and switched with the person behind him also. After switching that, the person I later found to be behind me was Captain Snape. I was so happy and desperate to listen to his life being a black Pirate. Sir, Captain Snape. How does it feel being a black Pirate Captain. Because I used to think something like white supremacy or something. I asked him

She seemed like a crazy bastard who never let our words enter her ear. " These stupid tricks again? Sorry, but you are just wasting your time. Your tricks are worthless. I didn't appreciate it." She replied, accompanied by the rolling of her eyes. I felt annoyed but I could not force myself to act like I'm the stupid one. "All right. Then we'll go first, think about it yourself." I had to leave first because I was about to hold back my tears... *** Snap - Severus behind me slams the door shut. My mind blew away and I felt there was a tear that trying to pierce my heart.

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

They were undeniably striking, each in their own way. “Look… I’m Severus. Severus Kaos Black,” he said, mimicking their formal tone. “Oh, so you’re a relative?” Hildegard asked, raising an eyebrow. “No… it’s just a coincidence.” “So is it Chaos with a C?” “No… K-A-O-S. How old are you, anyway?” “Six. I’ll be seven in a few days.” “Great. You talk a lot,” Severus sighed, though a faint smile touched his lips.

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.