Hogwarts i am snape

The words vanished quickly, but only after Snape began to write on the diary.

"Hello, Tom. Who are you? Why can you communicate with me?" He didn't answer Tom's question, instead feigning curiosity.

Narcissa held her breath, eagerly awaiting Riddle's reply.

"No, this is not true communication," Riddle responded perfectly in the diary. "I am merely a memory, a recollection written in a diary, no different from a portrait on a wall."

Snape didn't write on the paper again. He looked at Narcissa, who had a thoughtful expression, her eyes fixed on Riddle's handwriting as it slowly faded in the diary.

Then, she looked at him, silently mouthing, "Is Tom Riddle the Dark Lord?"

"Yes," Snape nodded, whispering. "Wait for me a moment."

He closed the diary, tucked it into his robes, picked up a blank piece of parchment from the table, wrote down the clever connection between Riddle's name and the Dark Lord's, and showed it to Narcissa.

"Understand?" Snape asked.

"I understand," Narcissa murmured, her eyes exceptionally bright in the light, mixed with fear, shock, and a strange hint of excitement. "We'll keep it a secret."

"That's what I like about you," Snape said genuinely, simultaneously waving his wand and muttering under his breath, a blue bellflower-like flame shooting from his wand tip.

The parchment burned to ashes in the flame.

With Snape's "Evanesco," even the ashes vanished into nothingness.

"Hey," Lucius, who had been on the side, couldn't help but whisper, confusion and impatience in his silver-grey eyes. "What are you two talking about?"

"None of your business, Lucius," Snape said. "Just remember to listen to Narcissa; she'll decide what to tell you."

Lucius shot Snape a displeased look, his Adam's apple bobbing. But out of respect for the wand in Snape's hand, he immediately fell silent.

"Sir," he finally conceded, his tone grudgingly polite, "Now that you have the notebook, may you leave in peace? If you have any other requests, please state them."

"Thank you for your cooperation, nothing else, I believe," Snape said, placing their wands on the desk and untying Narcissa's ropes.

"Good night, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy," he said, pointing his wand at the two with one hand, while the other reached into his pocket, pulling out the parchment wrapped around the Portkey. "Have a pleasant evening."

"Wait, sir," Narcissa called out before he unwrapped the parchment. "It would be better for you to leave Malfoy Manor through normal means, as you came."

Snape stopped unwrapping the parchment, put it back in his pocket, and nodded. "Alright, then I'll have to trouble you two to cooperate a little."

Naturally pocketing the two wands from the desk into his robes, Snape unbound Lucius. "Come," he said. "Come out with me."

Snape, in front of them, tucked his wand into his sleeve, let Narcissa take his arm, and pointed his wand at her.

"Lucius, you go first," he said.

Then, under the watchful eyes of the Malfoy ancestors' portraits on the walls, they left the mansion, chatting and laughing.

"You don't need to worry," Narcissa said in the drawing-room. "Lucius and I will go to the House-Elf Relocation Office and apply for a better, more obedient house-elf."

She then lowered her voice to a whisper, speaking to Snape. "I will immediately contact Abraxas later to learn about Dobby."

"Very good," Snape said approvingly.

After leaving Malfoy Manor, Snape stood outside the wrought-iron gates and said to them, "No need to see me off. Wait here, and I'll place your wands on the ground in a moment."

He walked down the country lane, heading into the distance to exit the anti-Apparition ward.

Unexpectedly, Narcissa whispered something to Lucius, then walked towards Snape, her footsteps unusually clear in the quiet night.

"Is there anything else?" Snape turned, hearing footsteps behind him.

"Severus," Narcissa lowered her voice, asking uneasily, "Is what you said about Abraxas Malfoy facing mortal danger true?"

"Of course," Snape said. "I wouldn't lie to you about something like this."

"Specifically?" Narcissa pressed.

"The Defence Against the Dark Arts teaching position," Snape explained. "The Dark Lord has placed a curse on it; no one has ever been able to teach safely for more than a year in that position."

"We've all heard about that," Narcissa said. "However, Lucius told me that he suggested Abraxas go to Hogwarts with the Dark Lord's approval."

"Do you think the Death Eaters are the Dark Lord's friends or dispensable servants?" Snape gave a sarcastic smile. He knew Narcissa was more clear-headed than Lucius and could see the Dark Lord's true nature more clearly.

After a moment of silence, a flicker of agreement crossed Narcissa's eyes, and she slowly said, "Servants."

"Severus," she continued, "Abraxas's appointment also received approval from the Ministry."

"Well," Snape shook his head. "You politicians, truly—"

"By the way," he abruptly changed the subject. "Your brother, Regulus Black, also became a Death Eater, did you know?"

"What?" Narcissa's voice sharpened, almost losing control of her volume. "Regulus is a Death Eater?"

Snape looked at her with pity and nodded.

Narcissa's face was already remarkably pale. Now, her skin seemed to glow with a cold paleness in the night, her long blonde hair fanned out behind her, making her look like someone drowned.

"He's not even an adult," Narcissa said, her chest heaving violently, in a low, fierce voice, clearly filled with anger. "Lucius never told me this. Isn't Bellatrix enough for the Black family?"

Snape shrugged. "The Dark Lord clearly doesn't think so."

Although from Kreacher's story, he knew that Regulus had joined the Dark Lord's ranks entirely voluntarily, with pride and joy, why would he tell Narcissa that? Keeping her angry at the Dark Lord suited his plans better.

Looking at Narcissa's blue eyes, brimming with hatred, Snape understood why Narcissa had decisively chosen to deceive Tom in the final battle.

From her perspective, even setting aside Sirius, the "family traitor," the Dark Lord had truly killed her own younger brother, put her husband in Azkaban, and her beloved son was being assigned one impossible, deadly mission after another due to her husband's mistake.

Moreover, with her intelligence, it wouldn't be difficult for her to realize that by protecting Harry's life, all the Malfoy family's misdeeds could be overlooked.

"I'll go find Regulus and look for an opportunity to check his arm," Narcissa's words interrupted Snape's thoughts. Her voice had returned to calm, but the anger in her eyes still burned.

"Good," he said. "Then you'll see I didn't lie to you."

"I don't think you would lie to me, Severus," Narcissa said. "I just want to confirm it. Also, I'll give you a warning: Bellatrix has been looking for you. The scar you left on her face isn't very pretty."

"Alas," Snape sighed, speaking in an exaggeratedly melancholic tone. "I always seem to leave indelible marks on girls, whether physically or on their souls."

"Why would you say such strange things?" Narcissa couldn't help but roll her eyes at him.

"Seriously," Snape's tone turned serious. "You'd best convince her not to come looking for me. I can't promise next time it will only be such a shallow scar. She tried to kill your other sister and her family, including a four-year-old girl, that time."

"I will," Narcissa said. "Goodbye, Severus, keep in touch."

"Keep in touch," Snape said, stepping back a few paces, placing Lucius's and Narcissa's wands on the ground, and standing up. "Take good care of your wands. Don't casually hand them over to others, especially the Dark Lord."

Leaving this strange piece of advice, Snape vanished into the night.

The entrance to Hogwarts School consisted of two wrought-iron gates even more impressive than those of Malfoy Manor, flanked by stone pillars topped with winged boar sculptures.

At this moment, he felt an odd sense of ease. Not only had he successfully acquired the soul-absorbing Horcrux diary, but he had also unexpectedly gained a potential ally—Narcissa Malfoy, this intelligent woman who prioritized her family, might truly become a significant force against Voldemort.

Just as Snape raised his wand, preparing to open the gates, a hook abruptly tugged him forward from behind his navel with irresistible force. His feet left the ground, and he was airborne. The muddy ground beneath him and the gates before him disappeared.

"Blast," Snape thought amidst the swirling colors and rushing wind, only then remembering the Portkey he had been wearing around his neck. "It's past midnight. Just a few steps away, why now—"

Less than half a second later, his feet hit the floor with a heavy thud. His legs gave way, and he fell to his knees.

Snape looked up. Dumbledore was still sitting behind his desk.

"Rise, Severus, no need for such grand gestures," the Headmaster said gently. "How did the mission go?"

"Hmph," Snape grunted, standing up and pulling the black diary from his robes. "Smoother than expected, Professor."

He walked to Dumbledore's desk, handing him the diary. "Please don't write in it yet, Professor. Let me handle speaking with Tom properly."

Dumbledore took the diary, examining it closely, and also saw Tom's name on the flyleaf. His fingers gently traced the name, his expression becoming thoughtful.

After confirming there was no writing on the inner pages, he flipped the notebook to the back cover and saw the name of a newspaper shop on Vauxhall Road, London, printed on it.

"Winstanley's Books & Stationery," the Headmaster murmured, stating the diary's origin. "Interesting, isn't that next door to the Prewett family?"

"What?" Snape curiously circled the desk, looking down at the text on the back cover. "Ah, what a coincidence. It seems this is the diary Tom bought before he encountered magic. I wonder if he ever noticed the uniqueness of the Prewett family."

"I doubt he would pay attention to buildings on a Muggle street," Dumbledore shook his head, slowly asking, "How do you plan to use it next?"

"Oh, that's an interesting question," Snape said, moving to sit opposite the Headmaster, picking up the diary from the desk, tucking it into his small bag, and putting it inside his robes before continuing. "I haven't decided yet, Professor."

He held up three long fingers. "However, I currently have three approaches."

"The first approach: through threatening to destroy Tom's soul fragment in the diary, coercing him to help me absorb Nagini's soul while preserving her life."

"The second approach: through deception, making him help me achieve the aforementioned purpose."

"The third approach: to cooperate with Tom's soul fragment, achieving mutual benefit and a win-win situation."

"Cooperation?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yes," Snape said. "Splitting the soul weakens the stability of the original self. The Tom in this diary seems to possess independent consciousness. I think he might not mind elevating his own status."

"Are you sure you want to cooperate with Tom?" Dumbledore frowned deeply.

"Of course—" Snape said. "No, I'm afraid he'll trick me. Our cooperation is bound to be mutual deception."

"Next, I will find a way to gain the ability to destroy Horcruxes, and a method to preserve Nagini's life in extreme circumstances."

"Proceed with caution, Severus," Dumbledore seemed relieved. "However, have you considered entrusting the diary to me for safekeeping? That might be safer."

"I found it, Professor. And, I also found the Ravenclaw's Diadem previously," Snape sighed deeply. "Professor, to be honest, I'm a little disappointed in you."

"When I gave you the Diadem, I hoped you would make a strong push, quickly finding a breakthrough. The Headmaster of Hogwarts, Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, and Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot—this level isn't just about doing your basic job well."

"You need to have a systematic way of thinking. What is the value of what you're doing? Why are you doing it? Can't others do it? I think it's time you made a change—"

"Stop!" Dumbledore commanded, putting an end to Snape's mental assault, raising a hand to rub his forehead. "If you don't shut up, I'll show you why I have such a long string of titles."

"Alright, Professor. It seems we've reached a consensus," Snape said cheerfully. "Since your workload isn't saturated, I'll entrust this important task of preserving Nagini's life to you. I hope you won't disappoint me."

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