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Snarky Git Needs a Break	By : Aelrindil Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 2522 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Based on the rough story and characters from the Harry Potter Universe by JK Rowling (My interpretation). I make no money from the publishing of this fan fiction in any way.

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At breakfast the next day all the muggles were handed a piece of parchment by Hermione. As head girl, the professors sometimes would hand them things to pass out to students on their behalf.

“That’s Snape’s handwriting that is,” Ron commented looking over at the spiky scrawl of Carol’s name on the front of the letter.

Miss Hunter

You are required to attend an intensive course on potion making. I expect you to be properly prepared and in the classroom Monday, Wednesday and Thursdays 7pm to 11pm and Sundays 8am to 8pm.

Read up on potion years 1 to 6 from Hogwarts library during the half term break.

Prof. Snape

“Well there goes my plans for the next fortnight,” Carol sighed.
“That’s 24 hours of Snape a week! The mans insane, no one can cope with that much of potions class!” Ron blurted out.
“That’s probably the point Ron. Professor Snape doesn’t want to teach the muggles, he’s probably doing it to make them drop potions. I’m jealous with all that extra study time though, maybe I could join in to brush up.”
“Good luck persuading him about that Hermione.” Harry added before gulping down the remainder of his pumpkin juice.
“I wonder if Sonny is joining. He froze at class yesterday making no more than sludge. Snape said we only had one chance,” Carol said as she glanced over trying to make out the face of the younger muggle amongst the crowd of Hufflepuffs but failing to spot him.
“He got a letter but whether it said the same I have no idea. I guess we’ll find out soon enough.”
“Oh gods Hermione, I hope I’m not stuck alone with Natasha. Don’t think I can cope with anymore of her flirting.”
“Jealous...ow! What’ya kick me for?”
“I don’t want this public Ron. Please, at least let me find out exactly how I feel and if there is any chance that he won’t hex me if I go within 6 feet of him.”
“I still think you should ask him out before the temptress gets her claws into him,” Hermione whispered.
“I dare you to,” Ron added.
“I’m a bit old for dares Ron. But no I’m going to wait a bit I want to make sure about things before I go messing around with someone else's feelings.” Carol said glancing up at the top table, taking note of the Professor’s absence that morning.

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Carol had spent most of the day in the library reading through the potions textbooks that Hermione had recommended as well as Hermione’s notes and work from her first year. ‘Lucky to know someone so organised’ Carol thought to herself whilst looking through Hermione’s notes. They were very well written and extremely detailed, even more so than some of the textbooks she had read whilst spending time in the Ministry. Looking up at the clock as it chimed 9pm she realised she missed dinner. She could order something from the kitchens if she liked, but she hated putting the house elves out who she knew would now be busy with other tasks. “I guess I’ll head to the Three Broomsticks and get some food there,” she said to herself.

Hurrying back to her room, she left her notes and grabbed her warm cloak and left to follow the path down to Hogsmeade. It wasn’t too long a walk and soon she could see the lights of the little village ahead. As she got closer she could hear the sound of a couple arguing in a dingy doorway off to the side of the worn path.

“Please you don’t understand I need this..I need her. She’s the only one. I beg you!” a man said sobbing. Carol tried to ignore the couple but couldn’t help but be curious so she slowed her stride somewhat.
“Go away scum, you aren’t worthy of her time,” a female said before kicking the broken man to the muddy floor and slamming the door closed causing the man’s sobs to increase. Any thoughts of going back to help the man were broken when she heard Hermione call her from the Broomstick’s door.

“Hi,” Hermione said waving to her. “Saw you from the window, didn’t think you were coming,” she added as Carol got closer.
“Yeah I missed dinner and realised I had my nose in books too long and I’d take up the invitation from earlier after all,” Carol said following Hermione inside.
Hermione laughed, “I know that feeling all too well.”

As they sat a man stumbled through the door wearing a cloak from head to foot. It’s hood was up, hiding his face and it was covered in mud. Carol realised this was the man she saw get kicked to the ground earlier. She watched as he downed three glasses of firewhisky before taking a fourth and attempted to walk over to a small table in the corner.

“Bloody drunk,” Ron muttered under his breath as the man shuffled past them before getting up to leave.
“I’ll head up to the castle soon, I’m just going to relax with a glass or two of wine.” Carol said as the three put their travelling cloaks on.
“You sure? It’s not safe being out alone this late.” Harry said.
“I’m a big girl now Harry,” Carol smirked. “But seriously head on back, I just need a bit of time to think. Having my head in potion books all day has me wound up.”
“Okay then, at least knock on my door when you get back, even if you think I’ll be asleep.”
“Yes Mother,” Carol answered Hermione in a sarcastic tone for her to only laugh and roll her eyes before saying goodbye.

Ordering some elf made wine, Carol leaned back a little in her chair and inhaled deeply. The Three Broomsticks had a concoction of aromas, sandalwood, hops, and a hint of mint? Hmm where on Earth is the mint coming from? She thought to herself.
“Want some company?” Carol looked up at the scruffy wizard leaning over her table. His nails were lined with dirt and his breath stunk of rotten eggs causing her to scrunch up her face and turn away slightly.
“No thank you,” she replied hoping he would just walk away. Annoyingly he didn’t.
“Maybe you didn’t understand darling...come keep me company!” he spat reaching out and grabbing her arm. He squeezed her arm hard as he tried to lift her up from her seat. “Get off me,” she said pulling against his grip helplessly. She looked around but others seemed to purposely avoid her gaze. Carol was about to call after Madam Rosmerta but a hand grasped around her throat tightly pulling her up onto her feet. Struggling to breathe, she lashed out at the wizard that held her. He was as broad as he was tall and felt like an immovable rock to Carol as she pulled and pushed against him. Before she could attempt anything else, she was dragged out of the pub and into the cold street. She now pulled furiously at the hand on her throat and she battled for breath and stumbled over her feet as she struggled to keep up with the larger man. Tears streamed down her face as her sight became more blurred as he pulled her into an alley close by releasing her as he did. She fell to the floor coughing and spluttering as she fought to get away before he bent down to grab her again. She managed to kick him hard enough in the testicles to cause him to momentarily drop to his knees, giving her an opportunity to escape. Clambering to her feet, she willed her legs to move faster as she shuffled out of the alley and back into the street before falling, succumbing to the lack of oxygen in her system.

She woke with a start as she found herself being carried. Attempting to scream only resulted in a hoarse whisper escaping from her throat. She thrashed and clawed at the man holding her, tears once more falling in earnest down her cheeks.
“I mean you no harm, stay still till I get you back to the castle,” the stranger said. Carol relaxed a little, she didn’t know if it was from believing the stranger or simply not having the strength to fight him. She must of fell unconscious again as she woke after being placed on a bed in the hospital wing of Hogwarts. Madam Pomfrey was there which filled her full of relief, then she saw the dark figure come into focus again. Carol recognised that it was the man she saw in Hogsmeade begging at the lady in the house not far from the Three Broomsticks. He nodded to Poppy before turning on his heel and walking out of the ward.
“You rest back and drink this sleeping potion, I’ll fix your injuries and you’ll be right as rain in the morning,” Poppy told her as she drank the potion, falling asleep soon after.

The next morning Carol woke to an aching in her side. “Good morning dear,” Poppy said from across the ward. “How are you feeling?”
“A little sore here,” Carol said pointing to the area.
“That monster broke some ribs last night. I’ve fixed them, but they might be sore for a day or two I’m afraid.” Carol nodded, glad that the magical world could heal such injuries quickly.
“Madam Pomfrey, who was the man that brought me here?”
“Oh, I guess you wouldn’t recognise him with his glamour on, it was Professor Snape dear.”
“Glamour?” Carol said to herself not expecting Poppy to hear her.
“Professor Snape likes his privacy. He glamours himself when he leaves the castle so he isn’t recognised.” Carol nodded and eased herself from the bed. She couldn’t get the image of Professor Snape sobbing out of her head and decided to pay him a visit to thank him.
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