Justice at Hogwarts
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N/A: Okay, I admit I may have gone a little overboard in this chapter, but let's be honest"who hasn't fantasized about something like this when driven by anger?
Don't worry, Snape will get his redemption. He just needed a proper smack to get started. š Haha.
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"I can't believe you made me come to one of Snape's classesā¦ Again!" said Harry in frustration, glaring at his friend. Hermione had dragged him to a couple of classes to stop his brain from turning into troll jelly after not studying all year.
"Professor Einar agreed to let you attend some classes, even if you don't need them," Hermione replied quickly and firmly. "You'll be back at Hogwarts next year. How do you plan to move forward if you don't learn anything now?"
"But Cedric doesn't have to come! That's not fair!" Harry complained, crossing his arms like a sulking child.
"Cedric Diggory is in seventh year, Harry. He's graduating. He doesn't need to prepare for another school year. He's probably already lined up for a job at the Ministry or working alongside his father, who's already there. His future is secureā¦
But you"if you truly want to be an Auror, you're going to need potion skills. Even if the professor is Snape," she added seriously, emphasizing the last part with resignation.
A mocking voice cut through the air like a dagger.
"Oh, Potterā¦ Seems His Highness, the great Hogwarts champion, has decided to share classes with us mere mortals," said Draco Malfoy with his usual arrogant smirk, striding toward them with his Slytherin entourage in tow.
Grinning, he pulled a button from his robe and held it up.
"Do you like the new badges? I designed them myself," he boasted, pressing the button. The message "Support Cedric Diggory" instantly changed to "Potter Stinks."
"Clever, isn't it?" he added with a laugh as the Slytherins activated their own badges all at once, flooding the classroom with the offensive message.
Hermione frowned, irritated by the shrill laughter of the Slytherin girls mocking them without restraint.
Not far away, Ron watched the scene silently. He wasn't laughing, but he didn't step in either. His conflict with Harry remained unresolved.
"Want one, Granger?" Draco sneered, holding up another badge. "Just don't touch me. I don't want a Mudblood dirtying it."
That was the final straw.
Harry's fist flew like an arrow, slamming straight into Malfoy's nose. Blood erupted as Draco crashed to the ground.
"You bastard!" Draco snarled, drawing his wand from the floor. "That weird professor of yours isn't here to protect you now!"
"Densaurio!" he shouted, casting a spell.
Harry dodged swiftly, raising his own wand to retaliate"but just as he was about to cast, he heard Hermione scream.
His spell missed Draco and hit Goyle instead, causing his skin to erupt in hideous boils. But Harry wasn't focused on that anymore. He turned sharply toward Hermioneā¦ and understood everything in an instant.
Malfoy's spell, having missed Harry, had struck her directly.
Hermione clutched her mouth with both hands, her eyes filled with panic. Ron ran to her, gently pulling her hands away. What they saw made their blood run cold"her upper teeth were growing rapidly, stretching all the way to her neck. She looked like a mutated beaver.
"AAAAAH!" Hermione cried out in horror, tears streaming down her face. Her lifelong insecurities about her teeth made it even worse.
"What is this commotion?" came Snape's cold, calculating voice as he entered the classroom.
The Slytherins all spoke at once, knowing Snape would take their side without question. Impatiently, Snape pointed at Draco.
"Explain yourself, Malfoy."
"Potter attacked me, sir," said Draco, showing his bloodied nose. "And he hexed Goyle too!"
"We attacked each other!" Harry tried to explain.
Snape ignored him entirely. He walked over to Goyle, examined the boils with a neutral expression, and said calmly:
"Go to the infirmary."
"Malfoy hexed Hermione!" Ron shouted angrily, forcing her to show her face again. Hermione tried to hide, but Ron insisted.
The Slytherin girls burst into loud, mocking laughter.
Snape looked at Hermione's grotesquely enlarged teethā¦ and his expression darkened"but not with concern. He smirked with cruelty.
"I see no difference."
The laughter intensified.
Hermione, heartbroken and in tears, turned and fled the room.
Harry and Ron spun on Snape, shouting furiously.
"That was cruel! She didn't do anything!"
"Fifty points from Gryffindor," Snape said coldly.
But his voice trailed off as he noticed someone approaching.
Heavy steps echoed through the classroom. A presence thick as a storm.
Snape looked up.
It was Einar.
The aura surrounding him seemed to drag shadows in his wake. His eyes locked on the professor, and in his hand, he held a mask: Hevnoraak.
He had crossed paths with Hermione, seen her running in tears, and without a word, offered her the mask. As soon as she put it on, the grotesque teeth vanished, concealed by powerful magic. Ashamed, Hermione could only whisper her thanks before hurrying away to hide.
But Einar didn't stop.
He walked straight toward Snape.
And for the first timeā¦ the entire classroom fell silent.
Einar stopped dead in his tracks when he heard Harry and Ron insulting Snape. Although he didn't understand every word, he picked up enough to get the idea.
He turned slowly, his body radiating a dense and heavy aura that fell like a slab over the entire hallway.
With a serious, almost furious gaze, he stood in front of Snape. His mere presence made the air feel heavier, and students from both houses looked on, torn between excitement and concern.
"Harry... tell me exactly what happened."
Einar's voice was firm, authoritative, like the restrained roar of a winter storm.
"There's no need. As a professor, I've handled the situation," Snape tried to interject.
"I don't recall your name being Harry," Einar said without breaking eye contact, his voice so charged with power that Snape was forced to shut his mouth, as if the very sound of Einar's words could bend his will.
Harry explained everything in detail, from beginning to end. While he spoke, Einar never took his eyes off Snape, and his stare grew more intense with every second. A cold sweat ran down Snape's back, and the Slytherin students swallowed hard.
"I see..." murmured Einar. His voice carried the eerie calm that precedes a massacre. "It seems there will be no Potions class today... nor for the rest of the month."
Everyone looked at him in confusion.
Without warning, Einar waved his hand as if brushing away a nuisance in the air.
Snape was hurled with inhuman force, flying down the corridor and crashing through a stone wall with a deafening boom.
Many saw him manage to conjure a magical shield, but it was useless against the brutal force: the wall collapsed, and the shield shattered into a thousand pieces.
Einar took a single step. A crater formed beneath his boot, and the ground cracked.
He vanished for an instant, reappearing right in front of Snape, who was trying to get up, clutching his chest. When he looked up, Einar's icy eyes met his"like a death sentence.
Without giving him time to react, Einar delivered an uppercut to his stomach that lifted him off the ground. Before Snape could even fly back, Einar grabbed his head and slammed him into the floor with colossal force.
Snape managed to summon another shield, but it only absorbed a fraction of the blow. The ground beneath them shattered like glass.
Einar didn't stop. He dragged Snape down the hallway like a sack of meat and hurled him with monstrous strength into the Potions classroom, smashing through another wall.
This time, without any defenses, the impact was devastating. Snape was left sprawled on the ground, bones broken, barely breathing.
The students watched in complete silence, pale-faced. They had never imagined seeing a professor treated like that... by another professor.
Einar calmly walked through the ruined hallway and stopped in front of Snape's crumpled body.
"It's hard not to kill you," he said with contempt. "Nevilleā¦ heal him just enough so he doesn't die."
Neville nodded quickly and hurried to Snape's side, trembling.
Einar turned to the students, who still hadn't uttered a word. He walked slowly to Malfoy and, without asking, took the pin from his robe, examining it with interest.
Malfoy trembled, and a foul smell confirmed he had wet himself.
"Interestingā¦" Einar muttered. "The weak who can't face someone alone tend to bully in groups. That says a lot about your House."
He turned toward a girl who had mocked Hermione and looked at her as if he could see into her soul.
"How many points does Slytherin have?"
The girl trembled, unable to speak.
"Are you mute?"
"N-noā¦ we have 290 pointsā¦ sir professor," she managed to reply.
"Good. 290 points deducted from Slytherin... for being cowards. Instead of facing Harry with honor, you ganged up on him to pretend you were superior."
No one protested. They just swallowed hard and lowered their heads.
Einar took a deep breath. Then, he roared with a voice that echoed throughout the entire castle:
"I am Professor Einar! From this moment on, anyone who mocks one of the Hogwarts champions will be sentenced to a duel. One by one! Until they kneel and apologize!
If you think you're better than Harry Potter or Cedric Diggory, send your formal challenge letter. Don't be cowards!"
His voice rumbled as if the very mountains stood behind him.
"I'll be the witness and referee in every duel. And I'll make sure Harry and Cedric accept each one. But whoever challenges them must be ready to lose their pride, their honorā¦ and kneel. That's an order. I don't care if the other professors oppose it."
He looked at Snape, barely conscious.
"I already left one of them half-dead for being despicable. Don't make me do the same to all of you."
The silence was funereal. Einar turned.
"Professor, butā¦" Harry began, worried about having to fight his own classmates.
"Harry," Einar interrupted. "If you want respectā¦ if you want them to stop seeing you as the Boy Who Lived and start seeing you as a manā¦ then fight.
Show them your strength. And while you're at it, kick the asses of those who look down on you."
Einar turned again, but inside, a storm roared silently.
What he hated most was bullying and racism. He had grown up surrounded by both, ever since his birth in his village, where his different blood had marked him as a pariah"even after he had left that place behind.
To see it again, in a world that prided itself on being civilized and at peace, stirred his soul. He knew all too well what that poison could do to a child's mind: destroy their courage, their dignity, their future.
And unlike in his world"where war, death, and blood were part of daily life"here they hid behind false courtesy, allowing the weak to be trampled in silence.
That, to Einar, was even worse.
With eyes ablaze from contained fury, he began to walk. He was heading toward Hermione. Harry followed him in silence.
Ron wanted to follow as well, but the tension between him and Harry"and his growing unease around Einar"held him back.
Meanwhile, several professors, alerted by the voice that had thundered through the entire castle, were rushing toward the Potions classroom. They didn't need to guess what had happened. Everyone knew the only one reckless enough to provoke Einarā¦ was Snape.
When they arrived, they stopped in their tracks.
Snape lay among the rubble, blood on his face, barely breathing. His arms and legs were bent at impossible angles.
"Pomonaā¦ please, take him to the infirmary," said Professor McGonagall quickly, trying to suppress the tremble in her voice.
She then turned to the students, her face a mixture of worry and sternness.
"What happened here?"
The Gryffindor students didn't hesitate. One by one, they spoke of Snape's abuses, his attempt to humiliate Harry, the bullying, and how all of it had ignited Einar's fury.
McGonagall listened in silence.
"I seeā¦ Very well. You may go," she said at last.
As the students left, she let out a sigh filled with a weariness that seemed to have built up over many years.
"I can't say I'm not concernedā¦" she murmured, more to herself than anyone else. "But maybeā¦ maybe it was about time someone put Severus in his place.
Though certainlyā¦ not like this."
She fell silent for a moment, staring at the battered body of the professor.
"I just hopeā¦ that this time, he learns to respect all of his students. Before it's too late."