Chapter 72 - Severus Snape Against Them All!

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Third Person POV

Hogwarts.

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The next day, the news came early in the morning in the Daily Prophet, that two dark wizards had been found dead, struck by an unknown but very dark spell.

Their bodies were covered in cuts, caused by a spell so cruel that it did not kill them directly, but left them to die from blood loss, making them suffer until the very last minute.

The Ministry condemned the person responsible for it, stating that perhaps an internal dispute had occurred among members of Voldemort's criminal organization. After all, the spell that had killed the two also seemed to be some kind of dark magic.

Severus could even look toward Dumbledore, who seemed concerned in his seat, while the Slytherin students held their own discussions, especially those more inclined toward the ideals of the Death Eaters, who could not help but wonder what was happening.

Severus even noticed the headmaster's gaze on him. Certainly, the man must have sensed that he had disappeared from Hogwarts the previous night. That would make Severus a suspect, but there was no evidence against him.

Severus did not care much about that either. The headmaster was quite strict on this matter of killing people and the possibility of corrupting one's own soul, while Severus had already experienced massacring thousands of men in his previous life. He had even known good people who simply happened to be on the wrong side of the war against him. After all, he could not simply spare every man who appeared before him in the middle of a battle, even if that person was someone whom, under different circumstances, he might have called a friend.

But the world was cruel, and people died all the time. Severus did not believe that the soul could be corrupted simply by killing someone anyway.

In any case, he could not help but think about the way he had put an end to those people. Had it been cruel? Yes. But he was thinking of something even crueler. No, perhaps "cruel" was not the right word.

It should be just.

Instead of simply casting a cutting spell, he could create something akin to a judgment. Something that would make all the sins and all the bad things a person had done to others turn against them.

Severus had seen something similar in a comic book, something he had not thought much about until then. Lately, he had bought some interesting comics about the culture of the modern world and had also found those illustrated stories that were quite popular in America, especially among young people, about heroes.

Just as he studied the literature of that world, Severus discovered that those comic books were also extremely interesting, unlike anything he had ever seen before, although he did not read them much.

He could take many ideas from them and try to apply them to magic. And what Severus was imagining at that moment was precisely the possibility of turning a person's sins against them.

Something similar to the power of Ghost Rider.

The Penance Stare.

A power capable of making the victim feel in their own flesh all the suffering they had caused others, being judged by the consequences of their own actions.

That would be the exact opposite of an evil spell. After all, it would be a spell whose effect depended directly on the evil that the person themselves had committed. It would not simply make someone suffer, as a dark spell generally would. It would judge them. Magic itself would do that.

And what could the Ministry's court, the Aurors, and Dumbledore say against a spell that dealt fairly with wrongdoers? No one could say that Severus was corrupting his soul by casting something like that.

And certainly anyone who considered that spell evil would have to reconsider their own principles. Even Dumbledore would have difficulty judging him if Severus truly managed to create something like that.

But could he create that spell?

The complexity would be enormous, because it would basically have to judge a person's memories. If someone committed an atrocity and then managed to erase all the memories related to it, they could simply emerge from the spell unscathed. So, he should not limit it only to the victim's memories.

But how could he do that? There was nothing other than the memories themselves that magic could use to judge a person...

Severus continued debating that with himself for some time, but soon shook his head. Why was he thinking about that now? That was precisely his obsession with creating things: all it took was for an idea to arise for him to immediately start developing theories in his head.

And that was a spell far beyond his current understanding. Perhaps he could do it if he had a power similar to that of Ghost Rider himself, but he certainly was not interested in making a pact with a demon, as the character had done in his story.

In any case, the week went by. Severus ignored most things while maintaining practically the same routine. He increasingly limited his interactions to his friends, although the group remained quite close-knit, something he liked. In fact, it seemed to be growing, with more people from Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and even Gryffindor beginning to approach them.

His spell lessons had also become popular. Perhaps that was precisely why his group had begun bringing in more people. The children were beginning to master spells far more advanced than they should for their ages, and the professors had probably already noticed it.

Professor McGonagall, in fact, called Severus in for a conversation that morning.

He ate beside Heloísa and then left, heading to the deputy headmistress's office. When he entered, he found the professor marking some papers, probably grading tests, before he approached her.

"Well, I see you've arrived, Mr. Snape. Please, sit down," she asked, and Severus nodded and sat down.

"I hear your first game will be tomorrow," she began in a lighter tone.

"Ah, yes," Severus said with a small smile.

The truth was that Professor Slughorn had heard the complaints from the Slytherin students. Lestrange had tried to get Severus removed from the team, but Slughorn decided that, at the very least, he would let him play in the first match. If he truly demonstrated as much skill as they claimed, there was no need to remove him, as long as he participated in the games.

Slughorn even called Severus in for a conversation and asked him to attend the practices, but Severus refused, saying that he had more important things to do.

Slughorn immediately understood that he was talking about his inventions. Severus Snape was already beginning to make a name for himself in the wizarding world, even though most people still did not recognize his name.

Because of that, Slughorn's eyes quickly lit up when he realized the opportunity.

"Ah, well. If a boy as talented as you are at Quidditch is playing as Seeker, you don't exactly need to put team practices ahead of your studies when you've already demonstrated such talent," Slughorn said with a pompous smile.

With that, Severus no longer needed to attend practices, although he had to explain a few theories about what he was currently researching, making Slughorn's eyes light up.

At that moment, Severus turned his attention back to Professor McGonagall. "Are you afraid Gryffindor won't be able to win the House Cup, Professor?" Severus asked with a mischievous smile, making the woman stare at him like a hawk.

"That's quite a bold thing to say when you haven't even played a single match. I've heard a few things about you, but where are you getting so much confidence from, Mr. Snape? You had never even properly ridden a broom before, for a start."

"How about a bet, Professor?" he said, making her raise an eyebrow.

"What kind of bet?"

"I want all the Transfiguration books, even those that are forbidden because they're too advanced, even beyond N.E.W.T. levels. If I win every match I participate in, I want access to them. But if there's even a single match in which I fail to catch the Golden Snitch, I'll give you any information you want about my Animagus transformation. I can even tell you in advance that I have a theory that I might be able to transform into a second animal," he said, making the professor's eyes widen.

"How is that possible?!"

She practically ignored the entire matter of the bet and focused only on Severus's second piece of information, staring at him as though she were facing a madman.

"Mr. Snape, I must remind you that every Animagus has only one animal form. Attempting to perform the process a second time is madness! You are expressly forbidden from attempting anything like that. I cannot allow you to risk your life conducting experiments of that nature!" she said, rising from her chair and glaring furiously at him.

Severus merely raised an eyebrow at her, showing neither surprise nor caution, much less backing down before the fury of the woman who now looked like a dragon in front of him.

"I'm glad you seem to care about my safety, Professor McGonagall, but don't worry. I don't do anything unsafe or that truly puts my life at risk. I'm merely developing a theory that I believe you would find very interesting. Besides, I have a rather interesting ability, Professor," he said mysteriously.

She continued staring at him, still furious. "And what ability would that be?"

"First the bet, Professor. If you agree and win, I'll give you all my information. You'll certainly be more than satisfied to have access to all of it. It's something revolutionary even for the field of Transfiguration. But I believe I need access to all the information available, from O.W.L.-level material to the most obscure and forbidden texts," Severus said.

"A bet..." McGonagall murmured, narrowing her eyes. "You'll have to win every match. You do realize that statement is just as absurd as your supposed theory, don't you?"

"All the more proof that I'm not lying. If I win every match, then I was right," he said.

"Very well then, Mr. Snape. If you lose any match, you'll tell me everything," she said frankly. "I never imagined I'd have to make a bet with a student, but you've truly managed to infuriate me. And that isn't even the reason I called you here," she added, still huffing.

Severus couldn't help but display a small, charming smile. He knew that woman. He knew she liked making bets with the other professors and was fanatical about Quidditch, especially when it came to her Gryffindor winning.

He had simply used the right bait: offering unprecedented knowledge he had been researching, involving his Animagus transformation into a magical animal unique in the world and the possibility of achieving a second form, supposedly risking his own life in the process.

Was it a little manipulative? Yes. But Severus had been a king. He had dealt with every kind of person one could imagine. In fact, he had dealt with far more people than any ordinary human could ever meet in a single lifetime.

Even if it was a little manipulative, he needed those Transfiguration books, especially the ones he had no access to. He was already extremely proficient in that field, but he wanted to make his knowledge even more complete.

McGonagall let out a sigh. "Professor Dumbledore told me that you possess exceptional skill in Transfiguration, to the point that you can even replicate a Muggle weapon," she said, sitting back down in her chair while staring at him like a hawk. "Tell me, Mr. Snape, would you ever transfigure people into weapons? And can you guarantee that you wouldn't use Transfiguration for evil?"

"I can't say that I would never use it to hurt people, Professor," he said in a sincere tone.

Her eyes widened, but Severus continued before she could say anything.

"It's not about wanting to hurt people, but about defending yourself from them. We're in the middle of a possible war. You saw what happened to that village near the coast. I've seen Slytherin students boasting that their father or some other relative took part in that attack, saying that they probably laughed while people died. Tell me, Professor: if those people could have defended themselves while they were being massacred, shouldn't they have had the right to do so, even if they used Transfiguration for it?" he asked.

McGonagall immediately flinched. "That's different..." she murmured, but she no longer seemed quite so convinced.

"Then where is the difference, Professor? Should people die and suffer all kinds of atrocities without being able to fight back? I'm not on the side of the same people who committed that massacre, nor am I on Voldemort's side. I believe you've already understood that, just as the other professors and even the headmaster have. Whatever my former inclinations may have been, they've been abandoned," Severus said.

She remained silent for a moment before nodding.

"Then why shouldn't those people have the right to defend themselves?" Severus concluded.

"So you intend to enter this war as well? The war against them?" she asked, staring at him even more intently like a hawk.

Severus held her gaze. "Did you hear about the two followers of Voldemort who were injured in Diagon Alley during the summer, Professor?" he asked.

McGonagall remained silent for a moment, recalling that she had heard someone had attacked the two. She certainly remembered something from the newspapers.

"I was there," Severus said, making the professor's eyes widen. "I transfigured rubbish bins into swords and hurled them at them, wounding one in the thigh. The other managed to defend himself before getting his companion out of there. I also disappeared before the Aurors could see me," he confessed.

Severus then took one of the chairs nearby and transfigured it into a sword before hurling it at the wall, demonstrating exactly what he had done and proving that it had truly been him. The professor stood up again, stunned.

"You... do you know what you tried to do, Mr. Snape?" she said furiously.

Severus merely shrugged. "What did you expect me to do? Simply leave them there? I saw them attacking a woman with a child, and there were others injured. They were attacking Muggle-borns and wizards from families they considered inferior because of that damned ideology," Severus said in a firm tone, holding the professor's gaze.

McGonagall stared at him for a few moments before finally nodding and sitting back down, watching the sword return to the form of a chair and move back into place on its own.

The professor began looking at him with more understanding eyes. Despite all the suspicions she had, and as strange as it was to admit, this new Severus was far more pleasant in her eyes.

The boy had united students from all the Houses into a single group better than any attempt the professors had ever made. The group kept growing larger, and even though there were only two Slytherins among them, McGonagall could see the way all the others looked at him. That enormous group, made up of students wearing the colors of different Houses, remained united because they now followed that boy.

A boy who had gone from being dark, shy, and awkward to becoming a kind of leader.

Severus was under the scrutiny of the entire school. Even when he wasn't in sight, people talked about him. They talked about his inventions, intelligence, the madness of fighting suits of armor in the middle of the corridors, and even his skill with a sword, which was extremely abnormal, as though they were looking at a man who had spent his entire life with a blade in his hands.

Despite that, at times he still seemed awkward with his own body, even going so far as to curse his own muscles or complain about his arms for being unable to keep up with what his mind knew how to do. Somehow, that also made the boy endearing, while also replacing his somewhat awkward appearance from before.

There was also the Severus who now openly defended his opinions, speaking with confidence and authority during any class. In some subjects, his ideas even bordered on innovation, especially in Runes, Potions, and Transfiguration, areas in which he demonstrated a level that perhaps not even some students in their final years possessed.

He protected a Muggle-born, had formed bonds with two phoenixes, one of which was a creature that apparently had never existed in that world, and McGonagall feared that the moment that blue phoenix was exposed to the world, reporters and researchers would immediately come after Severus.

He possessed a collection of magic that not even Dumbledore knew or could explain. In addition to all that, he worked with dragons, spoke their language, and was an Animagus capable of assuming the form of a magical animal.

Even Dumbledore admitted that, at that age, he himself had been nothing compared to what Severus represented; his achievements were simply too great. He had also commented on how unsettling it was to speak with a sixteen-year-old boy as an equal. At times, even Dumbledore felt a little lost during their conversations, and Severus's questions were so intense that even he had difficulty answering them. The boy asked about the smallest details or raised questions that Dumbledore had never even considered, even after more than a century of life.

"Very well, I'll accept your bet, Mr. Snape. But there's something else I'd like to discuss first. Your tutoring sessions with the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff children. You seem to have become quite popular among them, to the point that other children have started attending your lessons without anyone even informing us," she said in a more accusatory tone, although she did not seem irritated, merely curious.

She already knew that Severus had been tutoring only half a dozen children, and suddenly that number had increased to fifteen. While they enjoyed themselves, Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick were delighted, praising Mr. Snape during meals, while Professor Slughorn seemed to have become the target of the two professors' gazes, displaying that pompous, proud smile as though he wanted to say that Severus was his student.

McGonagall also couldn't help but be stunned when she heard about it. Obviously, they weren't merely saying that the children had learned, but that they were learning far more advanced spells and theories. A third-year student was already capable of producing a protective shield that normally only someone in their sixth year would be able to cast.

Severus was teaching magic that even students in his own year still couldn't properly master, and he was able to convey that knowledge effectively to the children. That was why his lessons had become so popular.

Professor McGonagall protested, of course, while Headmaster Dumbledore simply found the whole thing amusing and laughed at the situation, seeing no reason to prevent Severus from continuing. But McGonagall, as deputy headmistress, still needed to speak with him.

"Ah, about that... Well, Professor, I don't think there's anything wrong with helping the children learn. I'm teaching them some basic Defense Against the Dark Arts spells, something that's clearly lacking, since every year we have a different professor. That makes learning the subject much more difficult. I'm not teaching them spells to hurt anyone, only so they can defend themselves."

"Like the Patronus Charm you're now trying to teach, Mr. Snape? I heard that your Patronus is a rather unusual tree," she said.

Severus couldn't help but laugh when he heard that. He hadn't even learned how to conjure his Patronus yet.

That tree was a Weirwood from his other world, which burned dark creatures from what he had already learned about it. It was a kind of magical talisman that remained in a single place, capable of creating a powerful defense and even attacking any threat that approached.

It was a representation of the Heart Tree through magic. It wasn't a Patronus itself, but it would be useful until Severus managed to develop his own.

Obviously, as it was a sacred tree, something directly connected to the Old Gods of his other world and endowed with a special power. It would certainly turn the magical world upside down, especially Britain. After all, there might not be Dementors outside the island, but knowing that something capable of destroying those creatures existed would leave the entire British magical community quite disturbed.

"Well, there's nothing wrong with some children learning the Patronus even at thirteen years old. If it were up to me, I'd teach even the first-years."

The professor stared at him for a few moments before sighing. "I only ask that you don't try to push these children so hard. We have a curriculum for each year precisely so that they can learn gradually. Trying to teach them everything ahead of time can put a great deal of pressure on them," the professor said.

Severus shrugged. "I know, but I'm having quite a lot of success with my lessons, Professor. Unless you want to stop me, I'd like to continue teaching them."

"I can't even do that. I'd just prefer that you didn't stress them so much when they still have all the following years to study. Professor Dumbledore certainly approves of your tutoring sessions, and it seems it won't be long before more people hear about them," she said before glancing at a book on her desk and turning her attention back to him. "There's another matter I'd like to discuss with you."

She was already changing the subject. "It's about Miss Evans."

"What about her?" Severus asked, narrowing his eyes.

Professor McGonagall knew that she shouldn't interfere in the students' personal affairs, but seeing one of her lionesses looking downcast over the past few weeks had left her worried.

"I'd like to know if something happened between you recently. Some of her friends told me that she's been quite upset because of you. I know you used to be friends," she said.

Severus sighed. Lily had certainly been angry with him after the incident by the lake. She showed it through the generally closed-off expression she wore every time Severus appeared before her since the final days of their fifth year.

"We spoke a few weeks ago. Well, I told her what I thought about our friendship. Even though I believe I was wrong to insult her, I don't think we should be friends anymore. Especially because I started listing several problems we've had together. It wasn't just her; I also made mistakes in many things, and there's basically a wall of resentment between us. So trying to insist on this will only hurt both of us, Professor. I don't want that to happen. It will be better for both of us. Lily is popular and loved by practically everyone in Gryffindor. I'm just an old friend, perhaps someone who connected her to her childhood and some happy memories, but I couldn't be more than that. It's better for us to end our friendship now..." Severus said with a calm expression.

He generally wouldn't speak that way about them hurting each other, but with Professor McGonagall, that seemed like the right thing to say. Minerva's expression quickly relaxed. She might even have insisted, but when Severus said there was a wall of resentment between them, blaming not only Lily but also himself for the mistakes they had made, it seemed to convince the professor more effectively.

"I understand," Minerva said, sensing the sincerity in his words. "That's reasonable."

"I only ask that, with time, the two of you can forget your old problems. She's a good girl, and I'm sure she cares about you. She probably just thought you were lost," Minerva said.

"Of course," was the only thing Severus replied.

He left the room after that and continued with his routine. The next day, the first match against Ravenclaw finally arrived.

"Today we're going to beat Ravenclaw! Most of their team is inferior to ours!"

Severus approached the changing room wearing his Seeker uniform while watching Lestrange hold a meeting with the team. Black, Lestrange, and two other seventh-year girls were there among the players who would participate in that match, while another group would remain as reserves.

Severus's entrance drew all kinds of looks, but he didn't care. He simply listened to Lestrange's speech while thinking about how foolish his way of motivating his own team was, basically by belittling the opponent.

"A bunch of Mudbloods!"

"We're better than them!"

"They're bookworms, not predators like us!"

Those were basically the words being spoken in the changing room.

It was like listening to a monkey giving a speech to a troop of baboons. Severus wouldn't see them as anything else. All he needed to do was catch the Golden Snitch, not play alongside them.

"You've arrived, Snape," Lestrange said when he finally noticed him. "I hope you don't embarrass Slytherin today. After all, you're only here because of that fool Slughorn."

"I don't have time for your little club, Lestrange. My only task is to catch the Golden Snitch. Can't your brain understand that? If I don't catch the Golden Snitch in any match, then I'm out. Can you and your monkey brains understand something that simple?" Severus said, making the entire room fall silent immediately as they watched him openly insult Lestrange.

"What did you say?" he snarled furiously.

"I'm saying..." Severus began, making gestures with his hands and speaking very slowly. "That I..." he said, pointing at himself. "Only need to catch that little ball with wings. Understand?" He made the gestures as though he were speaking to someone with cognitive problems, while everyone remained silent, shocked by Severus's audacity at that moment.

He still had to repay him for the spell cast on the Golden Snitch during the tryouts last time.

Lestrange stared at him for two seconds. That was all it took for him to understand that Severus was deliberately mocking him. Then he simply charged forward, shoving aside anyone in his way as he grabbed his wand.

"You bastard! Are you mocking me?!" he said, pointing his wand.

But suddenly, his foot slipped and he fell to the floor. Severus had used only telekinesis to push his foot, as though tripping him.

"My God, it seems it's not just cognitive problems, but motor problems as well. Are you sure you can play, Lestrange? We can call Professor Slughorn or Madam Pomfrey," Severus asked, looking at him with a certain amount of concern.

Lestrange, however, was quick enough to immediately cast a spell at him. Severus defended himself, moving his hand to the side and creating a wandless shield.

Several other students also pointed their wands at him, practically surrounding him at that moment.

That would be Severus's first real war against his own House.

"Ventus Maxima! Sexies!" Severus pronounced.

The spell generated an enormous hurricane, catching everyone by surprise as they were hurled backward. Even Lestrange went flying through the air.

The spell Severus had cast was a simple charm for generating wind, but he had completed it in his book so that it would be multiplied and its effect amplified using his own magical core. Even though that consumed an enormous amount of magic due to the lack of contact with his wand, he still had energy to spare.

Before anyone could react, Severus prepared another spell.

Levicorpus Maximus!

A blast of practically invisible force, only faintly glowing, shot out in every direction. Before the students could hit the walls, their bodies simply flipped upside down and remained suspended in the air, while screams and exclamations erupted throughout the changing room.

Severus cast another spell, Muffliato, immediately afterward, creating a soundproof barrier around the place so that no one could hear the screams coming from inside.

The sound of the wind certainly should have caught someone's attention, but to anyone outside, any earlier noise could easily have seemed like nothing more than the team getting worked up while giving some motivational speech before the match.

In any case, Severus remained there before them all. The entire team was now hanging upside down. Even alone, he had incapacitated around fifteen students who had become his enemies.

"I didn't even think, you bastard!" Lestrange shouted, trying to reach Severus even though he was three meters away, but his arms were incapable of reaching him.

Severus merely watched him. "Do you remember when you cast that spell on the Golden Snitch? Did you really think I wouldn't notice it? I knew about your sabotage. From now on, Lestrange, you'll be nothing more than a little shit with your little group. You won't have any leadership within Slytherin anymore. I don't care who the hell your family is or about the little shits who follow them. I don't care about Malfoy or even that Dark Lord of yours," Severus said.

Well, one month into the school year and he was already declaring war against Voldemort. But he doubted that man had time to deal with a student at that moment, especially when there was a mysterious killer hunting his members.

And the first had already been hunted down. Severus would soon go after the second, using that strange compass and the other two strands of hair he had obtained in the destroyed village.

"You think you're going to get away with this, Snape?!" Lestrange began shouting, seeming almost possessed after hearing Severus's words.

Severus merely pulled a bottle from inside his ring and raised it. Without any warning, without any catchphrase or anything else, he simply smiled before throwing the bottle onto the floor.

It exploded, releasing a yellowish smoke that quickly spread throughout the entire room and caught everyone by surprise. Coughing, cries of terror, and curses directed at Severus filled the changing room, while the people outside heard only a muffled commotion.

One by one, the Slytherins began to fall asleep.

Severus began lowering them to the floor, some even in positions that would certainly cause severe muscle pain later. He didn't care much about that. The important thing was preventing anyone from hitting their head during the fall.

He was the only one who remained awake, using Occlumency to resist the effects while taking out an antidote and drinking it so that he wouldn't succumb to the sleeping agent he had released.

Severus stood there for a few seconds, observing everyone lying on the floor. Then he shrugged.

He canceled the spell that prevented sound from leaving the changing room and began to leave while calmly walking through the stadium's inner corridors.

Soon he reached the passage through which the Slytherin team was supposed to enter the field. On the other side, the Ravenclaw team was also prepared to come out and begin the match.

"And now, let's welcome the Slytherin team!" came the announcement throughout the stadium, while the shouts of the Slytherins echoed through the stands.

Severus placed the broom between his legs and shot into the sky, bursting forward at high speed and surprising everyone with his entrance. He quickly cut through the air, making a small turn before reaching the center of the stadium.

"Oh! Severus Snape, Slytherin's new Seeker this year!" shouted the commentator.

Severus stopped in midair and looked at the entire Ravenclaw team, who stared back at him. Then, everyone turned their attention to the Slytherin entrance, waiting for the rest of the team.

But as the seconds passed, no one appeared. "Huh... where's the rest of them?" the commentator asked, confused.

Madam Hooch stared at Severus. "Where is your team?" she asked.

Severus cast a glance toward the stands before answering, his voice amplified throughout the entire stadium.

"Ah, today it's just me. It'll be me against the entire Ravenclaw team. All I need to do is catch the Golden Snitch, right?" he said, displaying a smile.

The entire stadium fell silent.

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