Though I have a hunch Snape is either a Horcrux or even a Horcrux-anomalyas he isn’t that interesting of a character, just a generic bully who used to be pretty cool in Harry’s eyes. Harry/Potter: Chapter Four: The Dark Warrior The day after Harry’s fight with Snape. The school gates were still closed and none of the prefects wanted to cross. There was a brief pause of the atmosphere, before the principal called to one of the boys who had been following him. “You and three mates in your year ought to go home,” she said angrily. “You came in the day after yesterday and just left, you’re the scum of the earth.” The teacher, who had a nice sense of humour, shrugged his shoulders. “I just want to see if we can manage a clean up for tomorrow.” “You can do it, Headmaster,” the boy asked hopefully, pulling his arm up toward himself, like a champion. “You’ve got a few weeks until classes start on Saturday, right?” “Maybe,” the Headmaster admitted. “I’ve been trying to contact the Durmstrang students, trying to work out what happened. You know, the people who helped out in the Battle of the Department of Mysteries. There are four of them, I hear. They seem to be back in school, although I’m not certain. So maybe they’re doing better than I thought. I could see some of the students in my office earlier today,” the headmaster leaned back, his cane glistening and his eyes narrowing, “but they made fun of me for not being here yesterday.” His voice was as cold and authoritative as a snake’s, “No, they aren’t. They’ve already met their punishments. Three points from Gryffindor for taking part in an illegal Quidditch game, three more for talking to a girl in Slytherin robes, and five for leaving your house. As for the Gryffindors, well” the headmaster’s mouth twisted, before he stopped. Slowly, he let out a long breath. “Then I’ll be going. I have to return to my office and wait for Harry.” With that, he raised an hand and let it fall on the desk.
“Well, Harry.” The headmaster’s voice sounded resigned. His lips were set in an elegant line, his hair a deep, dark mahogany. “I didn’t think you wanted to come out earlier, to get the battle going.” He stepped around from his seat, and walked out of the main door of the school. “Let’s go to the library then. You haven’t had a chance to see all the new books, have you?” Ron and Hermione both looked pained, but Harry didn’t bother telling them. After all, he was used to Hermione’s constantly being annoyed by his lack of reading. Ron pulled him aside to explain what the classes were about. “I’m not mad,” he said quietly. “But you ought to give it a real try before saying you’re ready.” Hermione nodded, looking as if she was about to say something,, but then said, “Yeah, I remember.” As they stood, Ron said, “I knew I owed you for teaching me Quidditch.” “I’m sorry, but I’m not looking forward to going back to school so soon,” Harry said, pushing back from Ron and walking over to the table. “I don’t know,” Ron said, looking thoughtful. “I didn’t know that myself. But to get back you need a lot of time away so that you can sort out whatever problems you have.” “We’ll see,” Harry muttered. “Anyway, you said I owed you something. I know you had something to do with that. So I’ve already got the books anyway.”
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