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Snape strode down the hall, his dark robes flowing furiously around him, as students ducked their head and scurried quickly to press themselves against the wall. Even the Slytherins, who up until recently had been the only ones cocky enough to approach him were deterred by his angry scowl.

He was furious with himself, of course, for the unmitigated disaster last night. Hopefully he would be able to salvage something out of it by pretending to the Dark Lord that it had all been part of the plan, and that the girl had responded well. The way she had reached up to kiss him back, for example… he lost his train of thought, drowning for a moment in the memory of the way her chestnut eyes had looked as she had lifted her head towards his, and the flood of heat that had coursed through his at the thought that she had wanted him.

The look on her face as she had come to her senses, the disgust at kissing him, had hit him like a cold shower. How could he have thought for one moment she had wanted it? He was a monster that was manipulating her mind, and he had been stupid enough to fall for his own deception for a moment. What was I thinking? It was best if he backed off the girl for a while, except only to do what he must.

He knew that the Dark Lord would see that damned kiss, as well as the entire evening in her head, and he would likely want to understand Snape's reasoning behind the unusual events. He was worried. It was harder to fake or hide emotion than images when practising Occlumency, and he honestly didn't know what he had been feeling the previous night, except that he had needed her, and had wanted to kiss her. Damn! He was going to have to be extra careful and prepare in advance for the next meeting. He snarled grimly, scattering a small group of students who had been passing the other way as quickly as possible without running.

As Snape rounded a corner a small first year with her nose in a book scurried round. Now who does that remind me of? he thought wryly. She barged straight into him, and bounced off, hitting the floor with a thump. Damn stupid child. She should know better than to walk around like that!

"Report to Professor McGonagall this evening for detention," he hissed angrily. "Make sure she knows you are to be punished severely so that you learn not to stroll around the corridors knocking people over." Lucky there was no one else to see. The first year gaped up at him in horror, and stammered out a reply, but Snape had already swept past, the incident already half-forgotten.

He turned down a corridor to see the last of the third years disappearing into the Dark Arts classroom. Disillusioning himself quickly he stepped in behind the last one silently, watching everything carefully. It was as he had been told. McGonagall had come to him just after breakfast to complain about an incident where a couple of Slytherin third years had decided to Crucio a first year Ravenclaw that they had taken a dislike to. They had only managed weak, barely-formed versions of the curse, but the combined efforts had resulted in what was likely to be a prolonged stay in the infirmary, and a letter from the pure-blood parents, who were outraged at their child's condition and threatening to withdraw he from Hogwarts.

Upon questioning the Slytherins it had emerged that Amycus Carrow had been teaching the curse in class and encouraging them to practise outside the classroom in preparation for the practical lesson that would be following today.

Amycus was now at the front of the class, speaking to the students who were standing in two distinct groups, separated by house. "You will pair off, Slytherins versus Gryffindor, to practise the Cruciatus curse on each other. Those who I judge the losers will be punished for their failure… by me. Maybe it will give you a better incentive to do better next time."

Shit! They were told to restrict this to the older students only. I don't want fights starting in the corridors between the different houses because some stupid third years can't control themselves.

"Begin!" Amycus clapped his hands. The students moved across the room to pair off with each other, the Gryffindors more reluctantly that the Slytherins, knowing that whatever happened they would likely be the ones ending up at the end of the Dark Wizard's wand.

Whit a flick of his wand Snape threw the wooden door open so it banged loudly against the wall, disillusioning himself as he stalked forward, making it appear to the startled students that he had just come in. Striding confidently to the head of the classroom he stood in front of the desk, purposely forcing Amycus to step aside, relinquishing control of his own classroom.

Both sets of students recoiled slightly from him as he turned to face them. He carefully kept the smirk from his face. He knew what he looked like, especially in comparison to the smaller, almost mousey looking wizard. He had a powerful presence that Amycus, no matter how fiercely he terrorised the students, would never have. None of the students had ever seen him lift his wand to punish a student yet they were infinitely more scared of him. Even the man's black robes seemed grey in comparison to his own.

"Please…continue…" he said, extending his hand in invitation to Amycus, who was standing sullenly to one side. "I am here to observe."

Amycus smiled mirthlessly, and quickly ordered the students to begin. They lines up in Paris along the length of the room. "Begin!" The first students to move were the more eager Slytherins, anxious to prove themselves to the two Death-eaters. Their curses were pathetic at best, and lack the intent to make them do any damage. Even after they pulled themselves up off the floor and dusted themselves off the Gryffindors were still reluctant to reciprocate. Damn Gryffindor pride. They're going to get themselves hurt.

"Not like that, Mr Finagle," Snape snapped suddenly, talking to a sandy-haired boy who was standing uncertainly, pointing his was wand at a smirking Slytherin. He moved round to stand behind the boy, who flinched away from him. The Slytherin opposite was now beginning to look uncertain. Snape bent to whisper in the boy's ear, "You must gather all your hate, boy. I'm sure you have a lot of it." He had to concentrate from recalling the way that dratted girl had pressed up against him under a similar situation. "Focus it carefully on your opponent… and… release…" he crooned.

"Crucio," the boy cried. A light from his wand hit the other boy, and his legs crumpled as he screamed in agony. The curse stuttered out quickly as the Gryffindor recoiled in horror.

"Acceptable," Snape drawled, as the rest of the class looked on in surprise at the sight of the headmaster helping a Gryffindor against his own house. "I believe we know the winner out of this pair, Professor Carrow. You can deal with him once I have gone, I have something I must speak to you about briefly," he said as he moved back towards the front of the room.

With a sideways glance at the students, Amycus joined him by the desk. Turning back towards the students, Snape caught the thoughtful glances that were thrown his way by the Gryffindors, while the Slytherins shot him baleful glares when they thought he wasn't watching.

"Continue," snapped Amycus. The students slowly spun to face each other again. Amycus turned to Snape. "What was that about?" he asked angrily. "You're now favouring blood-traitors over your own?"

"You will watch your tone, Amycus. They need to learn that just because they are Slytherins it does not mean they will have an easy ride. They must be prepared if they wish to join our ranks. Most of them seem to think it is all just a game. They need to understand the price of failure if they are to be strong enough. You do them no favours by mollycoddling them."

"You question my methods? The Dark Lord…"

"… put me in charge of this school, not you. When your methods are ineffective and cause even the pureblood families to threaten to remove their children from our care, yes, I will question them."

"I heard you begged the Dark Lord to go easy on the little brats."

Snape just looked at him, one eyebrow raised.

Amycus sneered, "Do you know what I think?"

"I don't really care."

"I think you're going soft. Trying to protect blood-traitors and mudbloods too. Just what have you been doing with that juicy little slut up in your rooms all this time?"

"Need I remind you that she was given to me for a reason, and also because the Dark Lord trusts me to keep her safe until she is needed? If you wish to understand my reasons for the way things are, then you must ask him. If he does not call my loyalty into question then who are you to?"

They had turned to face each other square on by now, although they had kept their voices low. Even so, all of the students had lowered their wands and were watching them surreptitiously.

"Or perhaps you'd like a chance to prove yourself against me, Amycus? Shall we show the students just who is more proficient in the Dark Arts?"

"Amycus blanched, knowing he was no match for the taller wizard, despite being more powerful than average. "That will not be necessary, Headmaster," he said, stepping back and finally showing Snape some respect.

Snape sneered down at him with contempt. "You will desist in teaching students below Year Six the Unforgivables, as was discussed at the beginning of the year. You have more than enough you can teach the younger years, and I would rather not lose anymore pureblood students from this school due to your inability to follow instructions... If we do continue to lose students, you can be sure the Dark Lord knows who is to blame. "

Snape turned away from him disdainfully, sweeping his robes around him as he strode towards the door. The students watched furtively as he stalked down the room, leaving a furious Amycus glaring balefully after him. Snape ignored them all. Hopefully he will not call my bluff. If he does… well I'll just have to come up with a more convincing argument than him.
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