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Just when Snape thought it was safe to go back in my head.
.... I continue subjecting him to badfic! (If you missed parts one and two, there you go..)
Daughter of a Snape, Chapter Three
Baron smiled as she looked at herself in the mirror. It was the first day of school, and she had point-blank refused to wear the boring school uniform.
Snape: Thirty points from Gryffindor.
Dumbledore had, after almost an hour of pleading, allowed her to make some small changes.
Snape: Albus was never this idiotic.
The white shirt was the same, but she had dyed the dull grey skirt black and done the same to the tie. She also had on a pair of knee-high socks that were thick, horizontal black and white stripes, and black school shoes that were at least 2 inches above the regular height. She pulled a cloak around her and put some hair putty into the ends of her jet-black hair to make it look textured.
Snape: In short, she looked ridiculous.
Hermione stared at her as they left the dormitory together but said nothing.
Snape: Properly speechless, I think.
Their first lesson was Potions, and Hermione was too eager to see how Snape acted around Baron and vice versa to care about uniforms.
Snape: Oh, I'm sure it was the most anticipated event of the year.
They filed into the dungeons quickly with Harry and Ron and sat down at the back. Baron immediately crossed her arms on the desk and put her head down.
“Shutup, I’ll do what I want!” Baron shouted, sitting up suddenly.
Snape: Hallucinatory. Lovely.
Hermione, Ron and Harry stared at her. “I’m… sorry,” She said, a pink tinge creeping into her cheeks. “I was thinking about something completely different…”
They laughed, but stopped abruptly as Snape glided into the room, looking every bit the evil sorcerer. His eyes flicked over to Baron and she could have sworn he almost shuddered.
Snape: Almost?
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“Homework: Write three feet on dragon’s fangs and their use in potion making,” Snape almost shouted at the end of the lesson.
Snape: For a sixth year class? Perhaps first...
It had been the worst Potions lesson they had ever had. Snape had taken so many points from Gryffindor that they felt sure that their points tally would be in the negatives.
Snape: One can only hope.
“This is unfair, he can’t do that,”
Snape: He certainly can.
Baron said, finally snapping as they packed away their things. “He’s been picking on us all lesson, I’m going to talk to him.”
Snape: Oh, I can hardly wait.
“Don’t!” Harry warned, putting a hand on her forearm. “He’s probably just having a bad day. PMS maybe.”
Snape: Twelve hundred points from Gryffindor, Mr. Potter.
Baron shot him a look and he retracted his hand quickly. “I don’t care. He has to learn that he can’t do that.
Snape: Except that I can.
You three go on ahead – I’ll catch up in a second.”
Harry, Ron and Hermione shrugged and left, while Baron stepped confidently up to the teacher’s desk. Snape glanced at her momentarily before going back to scratching large, red F’s onto first-year’s homework pieces.
Snape: T. Hogwarts is not an American muggle school.
“Was there something you wanted, Baron?” Snape asked icily.
Snape: That is still a ridiculous name.
“Yes, daddy,” Baron said, knowing full well that using this term would irritate Snape.
Snape: Yes.
She was right – the quill in his hand dropped onto the paper and he clenched his teeth, but said nothing.
Snape: I would hardly say nothing.
“You took so many points from Gryffindor this lesson, it was really unfair.”
Snape: That is one House that deserves it more often than not.
“I am the professor,” Snape said, going back to marking essays. “Therefore I choose what is fair and what is not.”
Snape: And the author finally says something that makes sense.
“But it was really mean. I mean, you’re my father, you shouldn’t be so preoccupied with treating me the same as everyone else that you’d be mean to me just to prove a point.”
Snape: That is, I am certain, not what happened.
“I don’t care about how I treat people. I treat them the way they deserve to be treated,” Snape put his quill down and stared into Baron’s eyes, giving her a little shiver up her spine. “And you deserve to be treated like an infected rodent for your obnoxious arrogance.”
Snape: And the author says something else that makes sense. I'm shocked.
Baron stared at him. How could one human being be so cruel? She felt her eyes well up with tears and ran from the classroom. Ron, Hermione and Harry were waiting for her outside the door but she pushed past them and ran in any direction that her feet took her. She just wanted to be alone.
Snape: Ah. Teenage outbursts. How charming.
Ron stared at Harry. “Snape’s evil.”
“Evil,” Harry agreed.
Snape: Ah yes, because not kow-towing to rulebreaking teenagers is, of course, akin to genocide.
“I didn’t think he’d sink so low as to actually make his daughter cry,”
Snape: I still refuse to acknowledge that this thing is remotely related to me.
Hermione said. “But never mind that now. She’s probably just gone to the Great Hall for lunch. If she’s not there then we can look for her afterwards.”
Snape: So ends another delightful chapter. This one is amazingly not as wretched as the first two. Thank Merlin for small favors. Somehow I doubt this trend shall continue, however.
Daughter of a Snape, Chapter Three
Baron smiled as she looked at herself in the mirror. It was the first day of school, and she had point-blank refused to wear the boring school uniform.
Snape: Thirty points from Gryffindor.
Dumbledore had, after almost an hour of pleading, allowed her to make some small changes.
Snape: Albus was never this idiotic.
The white shirt was the same, but she had dyed the dull grey skirt black and done the same to the tie. She also had on a pair of knee-high socks that were thick, horizontal black and white stripes, and black school shoes that were at least 2 inches above the regular height. She pulled a cloak around her and put some hair putty into the ends of her jet-black hair to make it look textured.
Snape: In short, she looked ridiculous.
Hermione stared at her as they left the dormitory together but said nothing.
Snape: Properly speechless, I think.
Their first lesson was Potions, and Hermione was too eager to see how Snape acted around Baron and vice versa to care about uniforms.
Snape: Oh, I'm sure it was the most anticipated event of the year.
They filed into the dungeons quickly with Harry and Ron and sat down at the back. Baron immediately crossed her arms on the desk and put her head down.
“Shutup, I’ll do what I want!” Baron shouted, sitting up suddenly.
Snape: Hallucinatory. Lovely.
Hermione, Ron and Harry stared at her. “I’m… sorry,” She said, a pink tinge creeping into her cheeks. “I was thinking about something completely different…”
They laughed, but stopped abruptly as Snape glided into the room, looking every bit the evil sorcerer. His eyes flicked over to Baron and she could have sworn he almost shuddered.
Snape: Almost?
-----
“Homework: Write three feet on dragon’s fangs and their use in potion making,” Snape almost shouted at the end of the lesson.
Snape: For a sixth year class? Perhaps first...
It had been the worst Potions lesson they had ever had. Snape had taken so many points from Gryffindor that they felt sure that their points tally would be in the negatives.
Snape: One can only hope.
“This is unfair, he can’t do that,”
Snape: He certainly can.
Baron said, finally snapping as they packed away their things. “He’s been picking on us all lesson, I’m going to talk to him.”
Snape: Oh, I can hardly wait.
“Don’t!” Harry warned, putting a hand on her forearm. “He’s probably just having a bad day. PMS maybe.”
Snape: Twelve hundred points from Gryffindor, Mr. Potter.
Baron shot him a look and he retracted his hand quickly. “I don’t care. He has to learn that he can’t do that.
Snape: Except that I can.
You three go on ahead – I’ll catch up in a second.”
Harry, Ron and Hermione shrugged and left, while Baron stepped confidently up to the teacher’s desk. Snape glanced at her momentarily before going back to scratching large, red F’s onto first-year’s homework pieces.
Snape: T. Hogwarts is not an American muggle school.
“Was there something you wanted, Baron?” Snape asked icily.
Snape: That is still a ridiculous name.
“Yes, daddy,” Baron said, knowing full well that using this term would irritate Snape.
Snape: Yes.
She was right – the quill in his hand dropped onto the paper and he clenched his teeth, but said nothing.
Snape: I would hardly say nothing.
“You took so many points from Gryffindor this lesson, it was really unfair.”
Snape: That is one House that deserves it more often than not.
“I am the professor,” Snape said, going back to marking essays. “Therefore I choose what is fair and what is not.”
Snape: And the author finally says something that makes sense.
“But it was really mean. I mean, you’re my father, you shouldn’t be so preoccupied with treating me the same as everyone else that you’d be mean to me just to prove a point.”
Snape: That is, I am certain, not what happened.
“I don’t care about how I treat people. I treat them the way they deserve to be treated,” Snape put his quill down and stared into Baron’s eyes, giving her a little shiver up her spine. “And you deserve to be treated like an infected rodent for your obnoxious arrogance.”
Snape: And the author says something else that makes sense. I'm shocked.
Baron stared at him. How could one human being be so cruel? She felt her eyes well up with tears and ran from the classroom. Ron, Hermione and Harry were waiting for her outside the door but she pushed past them and ran in any direction that her feet took her. She just wanted to be alone.
Snape: Ah. Teenage outbursts. How charming.
Ron stared at Harry. “Snape’s evil.”
“Evil,” Harry agreed.
Snape: Ah yes, because not kow-towing to rulebreaking teenagers is, of course, akin to genocide.
“I didn’t think he’d sink so low as to actually make his daughter cry,”
Snape: I still refuse to acknowledge that this thing is remotely related to me.
Hermione said. “But never mind that now. She’s probably just gone to the Great Hall for lunch. If she’s not there then we can look for her afterwards.”
Snape: So ends another delightful chapter. This one is amazingly not as wretched as the first two. Thank Merlin for small favors. Somehow I doubt this trend shall continue, however.
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I looked at the actual story and glanced through a bit here and there. I can't wait for more, in the way that people can't wait for car accidents to happen.
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I can't wait to see the look on his face once he gets to some of the later chapters. *malicious cackle*
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...Snape's commentary, I mean. Of course. *fangirls* Eee, Professor.
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I'm totally gonna make him do the rest of the fic, too.
I just wanna wait until he's expecting it less.
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