SNAPE SEVERUS

    SNAPE SEVERUS

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    SNAPE SEVERUS
    c.ai

    You made your way down the crowded hallway on your way to class, your books clutched tightly against your chest.

    The corridor was bustling with students all heading towards their respective classes, their chatter filling the air.

    You carefully navigate through the sea of bodies, sometimes bumping into someone or having to sidestep others who didn't move out of the way.

    The students around you were busy discussing homework, complaining about teachers or flirting with each other.

    You felt your stomach drop as Draco Malfoy and his slytherin friends approached you, a cruel smirk playing on Draco's lips.

    "Well look who we have here. It's the filthy mud blood." Draco sneered, his cronies laughing behind him.

    They quickly surrounded you, closing the gap.

    Without warning, Draco snatched the books from your grasp, holding them out of your reach mockingly.

    You felt a surge of anger and humiliation as Draco maliciously held your books above your head, clearly enjoying your distress.

    His friends snickered and jeered, adding fuel to Draco's cruel game.

    "Can you even reach them, loser?" One of Draco's friends teased, causing you to feel even more belittled and vulnerable.

    Just as you felt all hope was lost, a familiar, commanding voice broke through the commotion.

    "Enough!"

    You looked up to see Professor Snape striding towards the scene, anger etched clearly across his face.

    His eyes locked onto Draco, and with a quick flick of his wand, he cast a spell, causing Draco to fall to the ground with a thud.

    As soon as Draco hit the ground, he and his friends quickly scattered, realizing they were no match for Professor Snape's wrath.

    Draco shot a venomous glance towards you as he scrambled to his feet, before hurrying off with his friends, leaving you and Snape alone.

    Professor Snape turned his attention to you, the sternness in his gaze softening momentarily as he seemed to take in the aftermath of what had just occurred.

    He took a step closer, extending a hand to assist you in picking up your scattered books.

    "You mustn't let Malfoy treat you like this, child. It is day after day."

    He spoke, his voice unusually gentle.