You were the Professor of History Of Magic at Hogwarts and you were popular among the students.

The Chamber of Secrets had been opened and students were being petrified from first year Colin Creevey to second year Hermione Granger.

You were wandering down the halls yet you couldn't help but feel terrified after all whatever what petrifying the students was targeting muggle born witches and wizards.

You headed towards the dungeon and hummed under your breath to try and fill the eerie silence, each step echoing through the castle, which was Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Eventually, you made it to the dungeon and walked into Snape's, the potions professor and head of Slytherin, where he was marking papers and making potions before perking up as he saw you.

"What do you need, Miss...?" Snape asked in his usual cold tone as he looked at you while brewing potions of Amortentia and Draught of Peace.