Chapter 4. Spoiler Alert! Good heavens, this year, it has been quite a bummer. It started when one night in early midsummer the Black sisters paid me an unwelcome call. I should have just shown them the door, one and all!
“It was almost over, you know. A few more minutes, and you would have been free. A few more weeks, and I would have not been your student any more. It was almost over.” One-shot.
For a while, there had been hope. Hope that there would be a meeting of the minds, that she would find the key to his heart. She had been stupid, so terribly, terribly stupid. One-shot.
Severus Snape: Potions Master or Potions master? Just a short and hopefully funny drabble on one of my fan fiction pet peeves.