Chapter 4 - I want to leave

I haven't updated any of my fanfics in a few months. I know that, and I don't think I can right now. This was a draft chapter I was working on before a lot of things came up. If you want to read it, go ahead. I think I'll update this chapter a few months later. Bye for now.

Author note -

In the clip - ::dumbledore standing ::

Thinking - 'hello'

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:: dumbledore standing in the headmaster's office and in front of him seating Severus Snape a much older Snape "Severus" said Dumbledore looking up at him over his half-moon glasses. "Minerva has some complaints regarding your treatment of the students."

Severus who looked very tired and frustrated said "Oh, I'm terrible," Severus readily agreed. "I made two little brats cry yesterday. Of course, if you have to fire me over this, I won't object. I understand completely.":: and the clip end here

Lily was sitting in his chair silent with a disappointed look on his face

''I know you cannot be a professor if you become one you will be a very bad'' shout James

''I know'' said whisper Snape

Dumbledore sitting in in his chair while thinking 'why did he give job to him if he did he will already fired him there is a reason behind it'

Then he start the new clip

::Albus Dumbledore was sitting in his office awaiting the first of the Defense Against the Dark Arts applicants. Of course, the interview process was rather pointless, given that there was only one candidate aside from Severus.

Ah! His first applicant had arrived.

"Come in, Severus," he greeted jovially.

"Headmaster," Severus nodded, coming in and taking a seat. "You know why I'm here."

"Ah yes. You wish to apply for the job of Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor for the…" Albus glanced down at his notes. "Tenth time?"

"That is correct," Severus said stiffly. Each year's rejection seemed to make the already surly man crankier.

"Why do you want to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Albus asked.

"I don't," came the expected reply. "But since you continue to emotionally blackmail me into being a professor despite the fact that I cannot stand anyone under the stage of 17 and am thoroughly convinced that approximately 98 percent of the Hogwarts population are a bunch of dunderheads. As such, I would much prefer to teach a subject that I still enjoy teaching and is not slowly sucking the life out of me. Besides, every year you insist on putting Gryffindor and Slytherin together for Potions cuts at least three years off of my life."

"I see," Albus said diplomatically. "What are your qualifications for teaching this position?"

"I was a bloody Death Eater, Albus, and I've survived spending extensive time around the Dark Lord, including several months as a double agent, and that's more than most people can claim," Severus glared at him defiantly.

"That's a good point. What about Har.." before Albus can finish his sentence

"What about him?" It really was remarkable just how devoid of emotion Severus could sound when he chose.

"You vowed to protect him."

"And I intend to do so," Severus said stiffly.

"Then I'm sure you'll agree that the best way to protect him is by watching over him at Hogwarts," Albus prodded.

Severus gritted his teeth. It had taken Albus three years to convince his Potions Professor of that, but now he appeared to accept that, albeit reluctantly. "And Defense Against the Dark Arts is taught at Hogwarts. I would be his teacher and see him just as frequently as if I were to teach Potions."

"This year," Dumbledore agreed. "And then next year you would no doubt be out of a job."

"Not necessarily," Severus insisted. "If I simply step aside-"

"Others have tried that," Albus reminded him. "Remember Professors Bones and Greengrass? It made no difference, in the end they were driven from the castle in disgrace."

"This is different," Severus snapped. "I don't have perverse desires towards young children nor do I smoke Gillyweed. The worst of my crimes, being a Death Eater, is not likely to get me fired anytime soon. Anyone who was around back then already know and those remaining allies of the Dark Lord who evaded Azkaban think I'm playing you for a fool and the rest who revere you take your word for my trustworthiness."

"You know," Albus said thoughtfully. "I've been meaning to talk to you about this. They wouldn't have to take my word if-"

"No means no, Albus," Severus cut him off. "I do not, now or ever, want anyone to find out about her. ESPECIALLY the brat."

Well, that answered that question. Severus was determined to be bitter to the last. "Severus, please," he rebuked. "The boy is only a child and you've never even met him."

"I bet he looks just like his father," Severus said. "Except…Lily's eyes." He closed his own eyes, no doubt picturing just that, and shuddered. "Besides," he said, abruptly changing the subject. "You're letting Quirrell have a shot at the position for a year and he teaches Muggle Studies."

"I know; I actually hadn't intended to get rid of him, but after his sabbatical…well…" Albus hesitated. "He's still capable of teaching, but he seems to be one loud noise away from a complete nervous breakdown and he did seem so excited about the prospect of teaching Defense now that he's broadened his horizons and encountered many of the dark creatures he'll be teaching about. In all honestly, this will probably be his last year at Hogwarts regardless of if I give him the position, so why not throw him a bone?"

"Why not throw me a bone?" Severus retorted. "I've been here ten years now."

"Because Quirrell isn't vital to Harry's protection once he enters the magical world and you are not on the verge of a mental breakdown," Albus responded patiently.

"Want to bet?" Severus muttered.

"Now, if that's all, I believe our interview is concluded. I'll let you know about the position just as soon as I-"

"Hire Quirrell. I get it," Severus sighed and headed for the door. Once he reached it, he paused and turned back around. "I'll be back, you know."

"I'm counting on it," Albus told him.

And clip end here