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Harry's Hell
Silence buzzed loudly in his ears, each heavy footstep bringing him closer. What he was doing here Harry had no idea, but he was quite certain something wasn't right. This wasn't the dark dungeons he'd happily left behind last year; there were no bubbling caldrons, no stench of burnt potions, so why was he here?!
Blinking owlishly, much like Hedwig Hermione would later tell him, Harry stared at their new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, so oddly out of place in the sunlit room. Wearing a wicked smile, one Harry was certain could chill even Lord Voldemort, Professor Severus Snape leveled his eyes with his least favorite student.
"Welcome back, Potter. I'm sure we'll have another...fun semester."
Silence buzzed loudly in his ears, each heavy footstep bringing him closer. What he was doing here Harry had no idea, but he was quite certain something wasn't right. This wasn't the dark dungeons he'd happily left behind last year; there were no bubbling caldrons, no stench of burnt potions, so why was he here?!
Blinking owlishly, much like Hedwig Hermione would later tell him, Harry stared at their new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, so oddly out of place in the sunlit room. Wearing a wicked smile, one Harry was certain could chill even Lord Voldemort, Professor Severus Snape leveled his eyes with his least favorite student.
"Welcome back, Potter. I'm sure we'll have another...fun semester."
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