He's Coming to You Soon...
|Complete Severus Snape Quotes from Book 3: "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban"
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One of the essays, a particularly nasty one about shrinking potions,
was for Harry's least favorite teacher, Professor Snape, who would be
delighted to have an excuse to give Harry detention for a month.
"Look at Snape!" Ron hissed in Harry's ear.
Professor Snape, the Potions master, was staring along the staff table
at Professor Lupin. It was common knowledge that Snape wanted the Defense
Against the Dark Arts job, but even Harry, who hated Snape, was startled at
the expression twisting his thin, sallow face. it was beyond anger: it was
loathing. Harry knew that expression only too well; it was the look Snape
wore every time he set eyes on Harry.
"Settle down, settle down," said Professor Snape idly.
Harry and Ron scowled at each other; Snape wouldn't have said "settle
down" if they'd walked in late, he'd have given them detention. But Malfoy
had always been able to get away with anything in Snape's classes; Snape was
head of Slytherin House, and generality favored his own students above all
They were making a new potion today, a Shrinking Solution. Malfoy set up
his cauldron right next to Harry and Ron, so that they were preparing their
ingredients on the same table.
"Sir," Malfoy called, "sir, I'll need help cutting up these daisy roots,
because of my arm"
"Weasley, cut up Malfoy's roots for him," said Snape without looking
"Professor," drawled Malfoy, "Weasley's mutilating my roots, sit."
Snape approached their table, stared down his hooked nose at the roots,
then gave Ron an unpleasant smile from beneath his long, greasy black hair.
"Change roots with Malfoy, Weasley."
Ron had spent the last quarter of an hour carefully shredding his own
roots into exactly equal pieces.
"Now," said Snape in his most dangerous voice.
Ron shoved his own beautifully cut roots across the table at Malfoy,
then took up the knife again.
"And, sir, I'll need this shrivelfig skinned," said Malfoy, his voice
full of malicious laughter.
"Potter, you can skin Malfoy's shrivelfig," said Snape, giving Harry
the look of loathing he always reserved just for him.
A few cauldrons away, Neville was in trouble. Neville regularly went to
pieces in Potions lessons; it was his worst subject, and his great fear of
Professor Snape made things ten times worse. His potion, which was supposed
to be a bright, acid green, had turned
"Orange, Longbottom," said Snape, ladling some up and allowing to splash
back into the cauldron, so that everyone could see.
"Orange. Tell me, boy, does anything penetrate that thick skull of
yours? Didn't you hear me say, quite clearly, that only one bat spleen was
needed? Didn't I state plainly that a dash of leech juice would suffice?
What do I have to do to make you understand, Longbottom?"
Neville was pink and trembling. He looked as though he was on the verge
"Please, sir," said Hermione, "please, I could help Neville put it
"I don't remember asking you to show off, Miss Granger," said Snape
coldly, and Hermione went as pink as Neville. "Longbottom, at the end of
this lesson we will feed a few drops of this potion to your toad and see
what happens. Perhaps that will encourage you to do it properly."
Snape moved away, leaving Neville breathless with fear.
"What are you talking about?" said Harry angrily, but at that moment
Snape called, "You should have finished adding your ingredients by now; this
potion needs to stew before it can be drunk, so clear away while it simmers
and then we'll test Longbottom's..."
The end of the lesson in sight, Snape strode over to Neville, who was
cowering by his cauldron.
"Everyone gather around," said Snape, his black eyes glittering, "and
watch what happens to Longbottom's toad. If he has managed to produce a
Shrinking Solution, it will shrink to a tadpole. If, as I don't doubt, he
has done it wrong, his toad is likely to be poisoned."
...Snape picked up Trevor the toad in his left hand and dipped a small
spoon into Neville's potion, which was now green. He trickled a few drops
down Trevor's throat.
There was a moment of hushed silence, in which Trevor gulped; then there
was a small pop, and Trevor the tadpole was wriggling in Snape's palm.
The Gryffindors burst into applause. Snape, looking sour, pulled a small
bottle from the pocket of his robe, poured a few drops on top of Trevor, and
he reappeared suddenly, fully grown.
"Five points from Gryffindor," said Snape, which wiped the smiles from
every face. "I told you not to help him, Miss Granger. Class dismissed."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione climbed the steps to the entrance hall. Harry
was still thinking about what Malfoy had said, while Ron was seething about
"Five points from Gryffindor because the potion was all right!
Professor Snape was sitting in a low armchair, and he looked around as
the class filed in. His eyes were glittering and there was a nasty sneer
playing around his mouth. As Professor Lupin came in and made to close the
door behind him, Snape said, "Leave it open, Lupin. I'd rather not witness
He got to his feet and strode past the class, his black robes billowing
behind him. At the doorway he turned on his heel and said, "Possibly no
one's warned you, Lupin, but this class contains Neville Longbottom. I would
advise you not to entrust him with anything difficult. Not unless Miss
Granger is hissing instructions in his ear."
Neville went scarlet. Harry glared at Snape; it was bad enough that he
bullied Neville in his own classes, let alone doing it in front of other
Professor Lupin had raised his eyebrows.
"I was hoping that Neville would assist me with the first stage of the
operation," he said, "and I am sure he will perform it admirably."
Neville's face went, if possible, even redder. Snape's lip curled, but
he left, shutting the door with a snap.
A jet of sparks shot from the end of Professor Lupin's wand and hit the
doorknob. The wardrobe burst open. Hook-nosed and menacing, Professor Snape
stepped out, his eyes flashing at Neville.
Neville backed away, his wand up, mouthing wordlessly. Snape was bearing
down upon him, reaching inside his robes.
"R-r-riddikulus!" squeaked Neville.
There was a noise like a whip crack. Snape stumbled; he was wearing a
long, lace-trimmed dress and a towering hat topped with a moth-eaten vulture,
and he was swinging a huge crimson handbag.
Worst of all was Potions. Snape was in a particularly vindictive mood
these days, and no one was in any doubt why. The story of the boggart
assuming Snape's shape, and the way that Neville had dressed it in his
grandmother's clothes, had traveled through the school like wildfire. Snape
didn't seem to find it funny. His eyes flashed menacingly at the very
mention of Professor Lupin's name, and he was bullying Neville worse than
The door opened, and in came Snape. He was carrying a goblet, which was
smoking faintly, and stopped at the sight of Harry, his black eyes
"Ah, Severus," said Lupin, smiling. "Thanks very much. Could you leave
it here on the desk for me?"
Snape set down the smoking goblet, his eyes wandering between Harry and
"I was just showing Harry my grindylow," said Lupin pleasantly, pointing
at the tank.
"Fascinating," said Snape, without looking at it. "You should drink that
"Yes, yes, I will," said Lupin.
"I made an entire cauldronful," Snape continued. "If you need more.
"I should probably take some again tomorrow. Thanks very much, Severus."
"Not at all," said Snape, but there was a look in his eye Harry didn't
like. He backed out of the room, unsmiling and watchful.
"Professor Snape has very kindly concocted a potion for me," he said. "I
have never been much of a potion-brewer and this one is particularly
complex." He picked up the goblet and sniffed it. "Pity sugar makes it
useless," he added, taking a sip and shuddering.
"Why?" Harry began. Lupin looked at him and answered the
"I've been feeling a bit off-color," he said. "This potion is the only
thing that helps. I am very lucky to be working alongside Professor Snape;
there aren't many wizards who are up to making it."
Professor Lupin took another sip and Harry had a crazy urge to knock the
goblet out of his hands.
"Professor Snape's very interested in the Dark Arts, he blurted out.
"Really?" said Lupin, looking only mildly interested as he took another
gulp of potion.
"Some people reckon" Harry hesitated, then plunged recklessly on,
"some people reckon he'd do anything to get the Defense Against the Dark
Lupin drained the goblet and pulled a face.
"Disgusting," he said.
Harry heard the door of the hall creak open again, and more footsteps.
It was Snape. Harry kept quite still, listening hard. "The whole of the
third floor has been searched. He's not there. And Filch has done the
dungeons; nothing there either."
"What about the Astronomy tower? Professor Trelawney's room? The Owlery?"
"Very well, Severus. I didn't really expect Black to linger."
"Have you any theory as to how he got in, Professor?" asked Snape.
Harry raised his head very slightly off his arms to free his other ear.
"Many, Severus, each of them as unlikely as the next."
Harry opened his eyes a fraction and squinted up to where they stood;
Dumbledore's back was to him, but he could see Percy's face, rapt with
attention, and Snape's profile, which looked angry.
"You remember the conversation we had, Headmaster, just before
ahthe start of term?" said Snape, who was barely opening his lips, as
though trying to block Percy out of the conversation.
"I do, Severus," said Dumbledore, and there was something like warning
in his voice.
"It seemsalmost impossiblethat Black could have entered the
school without inside help. I did express my concerns when, you appointed"
"I do not believe a single person inside this castle would have helped
Black enter it," said Dumbledore, and his tone made it so clear that the
subject was closed that Snape didn't reply. "I must go down to the dementors,"
said Dumbledore. I said I would inform them when our search was complete."
"Didn't they want to help, sir?" said Percy.
"Oh yes," said Dumbledore coldly. "But I'm afraid no dementor will cross
the threshold of this castle while I am headmaster."
Percy looked slightly abashed. Dumbledore left the hall, walking quickly
and quietly. Snape stood for a moment, watching the headmaster with an
expression of deep resentment on his face; then he too left.
But it wasn't Professor Lupin who looked up at him from the teacher's
desk; it was Snape.
"This lesson began ten minutes ago, Potter, so I think we'll make it ten
points from Gryffindor. Sit down."
But Harry didn't move.
"Where's Professor Lupin?" he said.
"He says he is feeling too ill to teach today," said Snape with a
twisted smile. "I believe I told you to sit down?"
But Harry stayed where he was.
"What's wrong with him?"
Snape's black eyes glittered.
"Nothing lifethreatening," he said, looking as though he wished it
were. "Five more points from Gryffindor, and if I have to ask you to sit
down again, it will be fifty."
Harry walked slowly to his seat and sat down. Snape looked around at the
"As I was saying before Potter interrupted, Professor Lupin has not left
any record of the topics you have covered so far"
"Please, sir, we've done boggarts, Red Caps, kappas, and grindylows,"
said Hermione quickly, "and we're just about to start"
"Be quiet," said Snape coldly. "I did not ask for information. I was
merely commenting on Professor Lupin's lack of organization."
"He's the best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher we've ever had,"
said Dean Thomas boldly, and there was a murmur of agreement from the rest
of the class. Snape looked more menacing than ever.
"You are easily satisfied. Lupin is hardly overtaxing youI would
expect first years to be able to deal with Red Caps and grindylows. Today we
Harry watched him flick through the textbook, to the very back chapter,
which he must know they hadn't covered.
"Werewolves," said Snape.
"But, sir," said Hermione, seemingly unable to restrain herself, "we're
not supposed to do werewolves yet, we're due to start hinkypunks"
"Miss Granger," said Snape in a voice of deadly calm, "I was under the
impression that I am teaching this lesson, not you. And I am telling you
all to turn to page 394." He glanced around again. 'All of you! Now!"
With many bitter sidelong looks and some sullen muttering, the class
opened their books.
"Which of you can tell me how we distinguish between the werewolf and
the true wolf?" said Snape.
Everyone sat in motionless silence; everyone except Hermione, whose hand,
as it so often did, had shot straight into the air.
"Anyone?" Snape said, ignoring Hermione. His twisted smile was back.
"Are you telling me that Professor Lupin hasn't even taught you the basic
"We told you," said Parvati suddenly, "we haven't got as far as
werewolves yet, we're still on"
"Silence!" snarled Snape. "Well, well, well, I never thought I'd meet a
third-year class who wouldn't even recognize a werewolf when they saw one.
I shall make a point of informing Professor Dumbledore how very behind you
"Please, sir," said Hermione, whose hand was still in the air, "the
werewolf differs from the true wolf in several small ways. The snout of the
"That is the second time you have spoken out of turn, Miss Granger,"
said Snape coolly. "Five more points from Gryffindor for being an
Hermione went very red, put down her hand, and stared at the floor with
her eyes full of tears. It was a mark of how much the class loathed Snape
that they were all glaring at him, because every one of them had called
Hermione a know-it-all at least once, and Ron, who told Hermione she was a
know-it-all at least twice a week, said loudly, "You asked us a question and
she knows the answer! Why ask if you don't want to be told?"
The class knew instantly he'd gone too far. Snape advanced on Ron
slowly, and the room held its breath.
"Detention, Weasley," Snape said silkily, his face very close to Ron's.
"And if I ever hear you criticize the way I teach a class again, you will be
very sorry indeed."
No one made a sound throughout the rest of the lesson. They sat and made
notes on werewolves from the textbook, while Snape prowled up and down the
rows of desks, examining the work they had been doing with Professor Lupin.
"Very poorly explained... That is incorrect, the kappa is more commonly
found in Mongolia... Professor Lupin gave this eight out of ten? I wouldn't
have given it three..."
When the bell rang at last, Snape held them back.
"You will each write an essay, to be handed in to me, on the ways you
recognize and kill werewolves. I want two rolls of parchment on the subject,
and I want them by Monday morning. It is time somebody took this class in
hand. Weasley, stay behind, we need to arrange your detention."
Harry and Hermione left the room with the rest of the class, who waited
until they were well out of earshot, then burst into a furious tirade about
"Snape's never been like this with any of our other Defense Against the
Dark Arts teachers, even if he did want the job," Harry said to Hermione.
"Why's he got it in for Lupin? D'you think this is all because of the
"I don't know," said Hermione pensively. "But I really hope Professor
Lupin gets better soon..."
Ron caught up with them five minutes later, in a towering rage.
"D'you know what that" (he called Snape something that made
Hermione say "Ron!") "is making me do? I've got to scrub out the
bedpans in the hospital wing. Without magic!" He was breathing deeply, his
fists clenched. "Why couldn't Black have hidden in Snape's office, eh? He
could have finished him off for us!"
Malfoy spent much of their next Potions class doing dementor imitations
across the dungeon; Ron finally cracked and flung a large, slippery
crocodile heart at Malfoy, which hit him in the face and caused Snape to
take fifty points from Gryffindor.
"If Snape's teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts again, I'm skiving
off," said Ron as they headed toward Lupin's classroom after lunch. "Check
who's in there, Hermione."
Hermione peered around the classroom door.
Professor Lupin was back at work. It certainly looked as though he had
been ill. His old robes were hanging more loosely on him and there were
dark shadows beneath his eyes; nevertheless, he smiled at the class as they
took their seats, and they burst at once into an explosion of complaints
about Snape's behavior while Lupin had been ill.
"It's not fair, he was only filling in, why should he give us homework?"
"We don't know anything about werewolves two rolls of parchment!"
"Did you tell Professor Snape we haven't covered them yet?" Lupin asked,
The babble broke out again.
"Yes, but he said we were really behind he wouldn't listen"
"two rolls of parchment!"
Professor Lupin smiled at the look of indignation on every face.
"Don't worry. I'll speak to Professor Snape. You don't have to do the
"Oh no," said Hermione, looking very disappointed. "I've already
"Crackers!" said Dumbledore enthusiastically, offering the end of a
large silver noisemaker to Snape, who took it reluctantly and tugged. With a
bang like a gunshot, the cracker flew apart to reveal a large, pointed
witchs hat topped with a stuffed vulture.
Harry, remembering the boggart, caught Ron's eye and they both grinned;
Snape's mouth thinned and he pushed the hat toward Dumbledore, who swapped
it for his wizard's hat at once.
"How's she doing it?" Ron muttered to Harry one evening as Harry sat
finishing a nasty essay on Undetectable Poisons for Snape.
"Seriously," said Professor McGonagall, and she was actually smiling.
"I daresay you'll need to get the feel of it before Saturday's match, won't
you? And Potterdo try and win, won't you? Or we'll be out of the
running for the eighth year. in a row, as Professor Snape was kind enough to
remind me only last night..."
It was Snape. Neville took a quick step behind Harry.
"And what are you two doing here?" said Snape, coming to a halt and
looking from one to the other. "An odd place to meet"
To Harry's immense disquiet, Snape's black eyes flicked to the doorways
on either side of them, and then to the one-eyed witch.
"We're notmeeting here," said Harry. "We justmet here."
"Indeed?" said Snape. "You have a habit of turning up in unexpected
places, Potter, and you are very rarely there for no good reason... I
suggest the pair of you return to Gryffindor Tower, where you belong."
and just as Harry jumped out from behind the statue, he heard quick
It was Snape. He approached Harry at a swift walk, his black robes
swishing, then stopped in front of him.
"So," he said.
There was a look of surpressed triumph about him. Harry tried to look
innocent, all too aware of his sweaty face and his muddy hands, which he
quickly hid in his pockets.
"Come with me, Potter," said Snape.
Harry followed him downstairs, trying to wipe his hands clean on the
inside of his robes without Snape noticing. They walked down the stairs to
the dungeons and then into Snape's office.
Harry had been in here only once before, and he had been in very serious
trouble then too. Snape had aquired a few more slimy horrible things in jars
since last time, all standing on shelves behind his desk, glinting in the
firelight and adding to the threatening atmosphere.
"Sit," said Snape.
Harry sat. Snape, however, remained, standing.
"Mr. Malfoy has just been to see me with a strange story, Potter," said
Harry didn't say anything.
"He tells me that he was up by the Shrieking Shack when he ran into
Still, Harry didn't speak.
"Mr. Malfoy states that he was standing talking to Weasley, when a large
amount of mud hit him in the back of the head. How do you think that could
Harry tried to look mildly surprised.
"I don't know, Professor."
Snape's eyes were boring into Harry's. It was exactly like trying to
stare down a hippogriff. Harry tried hard not to blink.
"Mr. Malfoy then saw an extraordinary apparition. Can you imagine what
it might have been, Potter?"
"No," said Harry, now trying to sound innocently curious.
"It was your head, Potter. Floating in midair."
There was a long silence.
"Maybe he'd better go to Madam Pomfrey," said Harry. "If he's seeing
"What would your head have been doing in Hogsmeade, Potter?" said Snape
softly. "Your head is not allowed in Hogsmeade. No part of your body has
permission to be in Hogsmeade."
"I know that," said Harry, striving to keep his face free of guilt or
fear. "It sounds like Malfoy's having hallucin"
"Malfoy is not having hallucinations," snarled Snape, and he bent down,
a hand on each arm of Harry's chair, so that their faces were a foot apart.
"If your head was in Hogsmeade, so was the rest of you."
"I've been up in Gryffindor Tower," said Harry. "Like you told"
"Can anyone confirm that?"
Harry didn't say anything. Snape's thin mouth curled into a horrible
"So," he said, straightening up again. "Everyone from the Minister of
Magic downward has been trying to keep famous Harry Potter safe from Sirius
Black. But famous Harry Potter is a law unto himself Let the ordinary people
worry about his safety! Famous Harry Potter goes where he wants to, with no
thought for the consequences.
Harry stayed silent. Snape was trying to provoke him into telling the
truth. He wasn't going to do it. Snape had no proofyet.
"How extraordinarily like your father you are, Potter," Snape said
suddenly, his eyes glinting. "He too was exceedingly arrogant. A small
amount of talent on the Quidditch field made him think he was a cut above
the rest of us too. Strutting around the place with his friends and
admirers... The resemblance between you is uncanny."
"My dad didn't strut," said Harry, before he could stop himself. "And
neither do I."
"Your father didn't set much store by rules either," Snape went on,
pressing his advantage, his thin face full of malice. "Rules were for lesser
mortals, not Quidditch Cup-winners. His head was so swollen"
Harry was suddenly on his feet. Rage such as he had not felt since his
last night in Privet Drive was coursing through him. He didn't care that
Snape's face had gone rigid, the black eyes flashing dangerously.
"What did you say to me, Potter?"
"I told you to shut up about my dad!" Harry yelled. I know the truth,
all right? He saved your life! Dumbledore told me! You wouldn't even be here
if it wasn't for my dad!"
Snape's sallow skin had gone the color of sour milk.
"And did the headmaster tell you the circumstances in which your father
saved my life?" he whispered. "Or did he consider the details too unpleasant
for precious Potter's delicate ears?"
Harry bit his lip. He didn't know what had happened and didn't want to
admit itbut Snape seemed to have guessed the truth.
I would hate for you to run away with a false idea of your father, Potter,"
he said, a terrible grin twisting his face. "Have you been imagining some
act of glorious heroism? Then let me correct youyour saintly father
and his friends played a highly amusing joke on me that would have resulted
in my death if your father hadn't got cold feet at the last moment. There
was nothing brave about what he did. He was saving his own skin as much as
mine. Had their joke succeeded, he would have been expelled from Hogwarts."
Snape's uneven, yellowish teeth were bared.
"Turn out your pockets, Potter!" he spat suddenly.
Harry didn't move. There was a pounding in his ears.
"Turn out your pockets, or we go straight to the headmaster! Pull them
Cold with dread, Harry slowly pulled out the bag of Zonko's tricks and
the Marauder's Map.
Snap picked up the Zonko's bag.
"Ron gave them to me," said Harry, praying he'd get a chance to tip Ron
off before Snape saw him. "Hebrought them back from Hogsmeade last
"Indeed? And you've been carrying them around ever since? How very
touching... and what is this?"
Snape had picked up the map. Harry tried with all his might to keep his
"Spare bit of parchment," he said with a shrug.
Snape turned it over, his eyes on Harry.
"Surely you don't need such a very old piece of parchment?" he said.
"Why don't I justthrow this away?"
His hand moved toward the fire.
"No!" Harry said quickly.
"So!" said Snape, his long nostrils quivering. "Is this another
treasured gift from Mr. Weasley? Or is itsomething else? A letter,
perhaps, written in invisible ink? Orinstructions to get into
Hogsmeade without passing the dementors?"
Harry blinked. Snape's eyes gleamed.
"Let me see, let me see..." he muttered, taking out his wand and
smoothing the map out on his desk. "Reveal your secret!" he said, touching
the wand to the parchment.
Nothing happened. Harry clenched his hands to stop them from shaking.
"Show yourself!" Snape said, tapping the map sharply.
It stayed blank. Harry was taking deep, calming breaths.
"Professor Severus Snape, master of this school, commands you to yield
the information you conceal!" Snape said, hitting the map with his wand.
As though an invisible hand were writing upon it, words appeared on the
smooth surface of the map.
"Mooney presents his compliments to Professor Snape, and begs him to keep
his abnormally large nose out of other people's business."
Snape froze. Harry stared, dumbstruck, at the message. But the map
didn't stop there. More writing was appearing beneath the first.
"Mr. Prongs agrees with Mr. Moony and would like to add that
Professor Snape is an ugly git."
It would have been very funny if the situation hadn't been so serious.
And there was more...
"Mr. Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot
like that ever became a professor."
Harry closed his eyes in horror. When he'd opened them, the map had had
its last word.
"Mr. Wormtail bids Professor Snape good day, and advises him to wash
his hair, the slimeball."
Harry waited for the blow to fall.
"So..." said Snape softly. "We'll see about this..."
He strode across to his fire, seized a fistful of glittering powder from
a jar on the fireplace, and threw it into the flames.
"Lupin!" Snape called into the fire. "I want a word!"
Utterly bewildered, Harry stared at the fire. A large shape had appeared
in it, revolving very fast. Seconds later, Professor Lupin was clambering
out of the fireplace, brushing ash off his shabby robes.
"You called, Severus?" said Lupin mildly.
"I certainly did," said Snape, his face contorted with fury as he strode
back to his desk. "I have just asked Potter to empty his pockets. He was
Snape pointed at the parchment, on which the words of Messrs. Moony,
Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs were still shining. An odd, closed expression
appeared on Lupin's face.
"Well?" said Snape.
Lupin continued to stare at the map. Harry had the impression that Lupin
was doing some very quick thinking.
"Well?" said Snape again. "This parchment is plainly full of Dark Magic.
This is supposed to be your area of expertise, Lupin. Where do you imagine
Potter got such a thing?"
Lupin looked up and, by the merest half-glance in Harry's direction,
warned him not to interrupt.
"Full of Dark Magic?" he repeated mildly. "Do you really think so,
Severus? It looks to me as though it is merely a piece of parchment that
insults anybody who reads it. Childish, but surely not dangerous? I imagine
Harry got it from a joke shop"
"Indeed?" said Snape. His jaw had gone rigid with anger. "You think a
joke shop could supply him with such a thing? You don't think it more likely
that he got it directly from the manufacturers?"
Harry didn't understand what Snape was talking about. Nor, apparently,
"You mean, by Mr. Wormtail or one of these people?" he said. "Harry, do
you know any of these men?"
"No," said Harry quickly.
"You see, Severus?" said Lupin, turning back to Snape. "It looks like a
Zonko product to me"
Right on cue, Ron came bursting into the office. He was completely out
of breath, and stopped just short of Snape's desk, clutching the stitch in
his chest and trying to speak.
"IgaveHarrythatstuff," he choked. "Boughtit...
in Zonko's... agesago..."
"Well!" said Lupin, clapping his hands together and looking around
cheerfully. "That seems to clear that up! Severus, I'll take this back,
shall I?" He folded the map and tucked it inside his robes. "Harry, Ron,
come with me, I need a word about my vampire essayexcuse us, Severus"
Harry didn't dare look at Snape as they left his office.
Behind the Slytherin goal posts, however, two hundred people were
wearing green; the silver serpent of Slytherin glittered on their flags, and
Professor Snape sat in the very front row, wearing green like everyone else,
and a very grim smile.
They had Potions that afternoon, which was an unqualified disaster. Try
as Harry might, he couldn't get his Confusing Concoction to thicken, and
Snape, standing watch with an air of vindictive pleasure, scribbled
something that looked suspiciously like a zero onto his notes before
Lupin stopped dead. Then, with an obvious effort, he turned to Hermione
and said, "How long have you known?"
"Ages," Hermione whispered. "Since I did Professor Snape's essay..."
"He'll be delighted," said Lupin coolly. "He assigned that essay hoping
someone would realize what my symptoms meant...
The potion that Professor Snape has been making for me is a very recent
discovery. It makes me safe, you see. As long as I take it in the week,
preceding the full moon, I keep my mind when I transform...
And so I convinced myself that Sirius was getting into the school using
dark arts he learned from Voldemort, that being an Animagus had nothing to
do with it... so, in a way, Snape's been right about me all along."
"Snape?" said Black harshly, taking his eyes off Scabbers; for the first
time in minutes and looking up at Lupin. "What's Snape got to do with it?"
"He's here, Sirius," said Lupin heavily. "He's teaching here as well."
He looked up at Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
"Professor Snape was at school with us. He fought very hard against my
appointment to the Defense Against the Dark Arts job. He has been telling
Dumbledore a year that I am not to be trusted. He has his reasons... you
see, Sirius here played a trick on him which nearly killed him, a trick
which involved me"
Black made a derisive noise.
"It served him right," he sneered. "Sneaking around, trying to find out
what we were up to... hoping he could get us expelled..."
"Severus was very interested in where I went every month." Lupin told
Harry, Ron, and Hermione. "We were in the same year, you know, and we
erdidn't like each other very much. He especially disliked James.
Jealous, I think, of James's talent on the Quidditch field... anyway Snape
had seen me crossing the grounds with Madam Pomfrey one evening as she led
me toward the Whomping Willow to transform. Sirius thought it would be
eramusing, to tell Snape all he had to do was prod the knot on the
tree trunk with a long stick, and he'd be able to get in after me. Well, of
course, Snape tried itif he'd got as far as this house, he'd have met
a fully grown werewolfbut your father, who'd heard what Sirius had
done, went after Snape and pulled him back, at great risk to his life...
Snape glimpsed me, though, at the end of the tunnel. He was forbidden by
Dumbledore to tell anybody, but from that time on he knew what I was..."
"So that's why Snape doesn't like you," said Harry slowly, "because he
thought you were in on the joke?"
"That's right," sneered a cold voice from the wall behind Lupin.
Severus Snape was pulling off the Invisibility Cloak, his wand pointing,
directly at Lupin.