Was Severus Snape Bad Novels & Stories

Professor McGonagall, seeing the face of the ratty man, gasps. "That's impossible!" "What's impossible, Minerva?" Amelia asks her. "That's Peter Petigrew, he should have been dead!" One of Amelia's brows goes up at that, and Professor Snape moves to have a better vision. Looking at the double stunned ratty man, he nods. "Indeed, it is Petigrew. It seems that Black is incompetent as ever." Having the identity of the man confirmed, Susan says from the back, at Erik's side, and with mirth in her eyes.

“Now I know you’re screwing with me.” “Hermione, language,” Siobhanny chided, curling her tongue wickedly. Self-consciously, I patted at my frizzy hair, trying to make it lie straight in the way that it never would. “Come on, you love mages. You have that suckable Draco substitute all lined up for your bed. Whatever will Ron think? Or is screwing a bad Slytherin why you’ve chosen Alex? The thrill of the taboo?” “Trust me, Alex isn’t bad, and enough of the Slytherin bashing. Plus, you’re the one wearing the skin of the humans’ belief in the good mage.”

She realized Severus was the most despicable person of all, likely having even used Brice to achieve his goals. "Nonsense! I won't waste words with you," Severus said, immediately denying the accusation. "Father, make your decision. Don't disappoint me," he said with a thinly veiled threat. He was confident that with his overwhelming power, he would crush Henry no matter what. The Stokes brothers or Preston could easily eliminate Henry and everyone with him. Robert nodded and said calmly, "Wait a moment." He then walked forward to Henry and whispered, "Harry, Severus is powerful, and he's backed by many powerful figures, especially the Stokes brothers from the Heartless Clan, who are compara

, she snarled. “And you think poisoning her drink was the best thing to do?” I was rough with my words. Hermoine's face twisted in a snarl. "You care more about Selena than you do about me? You're a fool, Zevran. She's just a pawn, a means to an end. But I'm the one who's been by your side, who's been loyal to you."

Winnie's eyes were red and she looked at Shayna while saying, "I'm so, so disappointed in you, Shayna. We didn't do anything to you, did we? We let you go, and you still wanted us dead!" "Haha, that's where you're wrong. I don't want all of you to die, just you and this Sever-whatever-his-name-is. He deserves to die the most because he ruined my plan!" Shayna was extremely arrogant and showed no indication of wanting to repent. Severin smiled wryly. "It's Severin, not Sever-whatever-his-name-is!" Shayna's lips twitched violently a couple of times. "Does that matter? You have one foot in the grave already and you're making a fuss about that?"

He bites his lip, unable to complete his words. He's haunted by the memory of the man he once held in high esteem, showing no remorse as he was subjected to punishment on his command. “He is.” Sera finishes off his words. “He is everything anyone thinks he is. Cold, yes. Cruel, yes. Horrible and unreliable, yes.” She states, continuous tears falling off her cheeks.

If he gaze grew any more intense I swear he could enter the Narnia in my brain. Look ahead you dimwit. The professor isn't standing on my nose. "Why are you angry?" He asked in a normal voice, not fazed by the teacher's presence. Why would he be? He's the bad boy. Bad boys are afraid of nothing. Well, you better be afraid of Joanna's wrath. I rolled my eyes at his stupid question. He didn't reply me when I messaged him, didn't return my calls and then asks this stupid question. Are all guys this stupid?

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

- good thing he didn't use them. You can't be a bad girl/boy if you have a phobia - I fear NOTHING. You aren't bad unless you aren't scared to call He-who-must-not-be-named by his name. - ha Tom Riddle (without the Marvolo, I like defying him.) You aren't bad unless you have a code name. -I've been called Tink, Cece, Diary take your pick. You aren't bad unless if you wrote an autobiography, it would be a pretty epic one. -I'm calling mine, The Bad Girl Wears Pink [the story of Secret Nolan].

my voice broke in half. Adamant, he continued, "Yes, you can. You know when the Sorting Hat placed Neville in Gryffindor?" I nodded weakly, slightly amused at how regular he seemed when dropping Harry Potter reference. "That same fat kid slayed a snake seven years later. You're the Neville, Rashid. You can slay your snake, and you will." "It's slew." I sniffed. "Huh?" "Slew a snake, not slayed." "You're fucking hopeless."