...was talking to a teacher with greasy black hair, a hooked nose, and sallow skin
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The hook-nosed teacher looked past Quirrell's turban straight into Harry's eyes -- and a sharp, hot pain shot across the scar on Harry's forehead.
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...then Malfoy turned into the hook-nosed teacher, Snape, whose laugh became high and cold -- there was a burst of green light and Harry woke, sweating and shaking.
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His eyes were black like Hagrid's, but they had none of Hagrid's warmth. They were cold and empty and made you think of dark tunnels.
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Harry forced himself to keep looking straight into those cold eyes.
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As Gryffindors came spilling onto the field, he saw Snape land nearby, white-faced and tight-lipped --- then Harry felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up into Dumbledore's smiling face.
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There, his black robes rippling in a cold breeze, stood Severus Snape. He was a thin man with sallow skin, a hooked nose, and greasy, shoulder-length black hair, and at this moment, he was smiling in a way that told Harry he and Ron were in very deep trouble.
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Chapter 9
The Writing on the Wall
"But why not join the feast afterward?" said Snape, his black eyes glittering in the candlelight. "Why go up to that corridor?"
"Because __ because __" Harry said, his heart thumping very fast; something told him it would sound very far-fetched if he told them he had been led there by a bodiless voice no one but he could hear, "because we were tired and wanted to go to bed," he said.
"Without any supper?" said Snape, a triumphant smile flickering across his gaunt face. "I didn’t think ghosts provided food fit for living people at their parties."
"We weren’t hungry," said Ron loudly as his stomach gave a huge rumble.
Snape’s nasty smile widened.
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Chapter 7
The Boggart in the Wardrobe
Snape approached their table, stared down his hooked nose at the roots, then gave Ron an unpleasant smile from beneath his long, greasy black hair.
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Chapter 12
The Twiwizard Tournament
On Professor Sinistra's other side was the sallow-faced, hook-nosed, greasy-haired Potions master, Snape -- Harry's least favorite person at Hogwarts. Harry's loathing of Snape was matched only by Snape's hatred of him, a hatred which had, if possible, intensified last year, when Harry had helped Sirius escape right under Snape's overlarge nose -- Snape and Sirius had been enemies since their own school days.
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"Thank you, Severus," said Dumbledore firmly, and Snape went quiet, though his eyes still glinted malevolently through his curtain of greasy black hair.
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Chapter 18
The Weighing of the Wands
Snape had arrived. The Slytherins clamored to give their explanations; Snape pointed a long yellow finger at Malfoy and said, "Explain."
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Harry imagined picking up his cauldron, and sprinting to the front of the class, and bringing it down on Snape's greasy head—
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"Please, sir, I'm supposed to take Harry Potter upstairs." Snape stared down his hooked nose at Colin, whose smile faded from his eager face.
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Chapter 25
The Egg and the Eye
"A student, I daresay," said Snape. Harry could see a vein flickering horribly on Snape's greasy temple. "It has happened before. Potion ingredients have gone missing from my private store cupboard ...students attempting illicit mixtures, no doubt..."
"Reckon they were after potion ingredients, eh?" said Moody. "Not hiding anything else in your office, are you?"
Harry saw the edge of Snape's sallow face turn a nasty brick color, the vein in his temple pulsing more rapidly.
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Harry could have sworn his over-large nostrils were dilating, trying to sniff Harry out ---
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Slimy, oily, greasy-haired kid, he was," Sirius added, and Harry and Ron grinned at each other.
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Chapter 36
The Parting of the Ways
He looked slightly paler than usual, and his cold, black eyes glittered strangely.
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Chapter 4
Number 12, Grimmauld Place
In the very center of the group Harry saw the dark, greasy-haired haired head and prominent nose of his least favorite teacher at Hogwarts…
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Chapter 5
Order of the Phoenix
Screwing up her eyes each time with the same pained expression she had worn back in Harry’s bedroom, her nose swelled to a beaklike protuberance like Snape’s.
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…and as Snape swept by he looked down his hooked nose at it without comment…
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Chapter 17
Education Decree Number 24
His black eyes swept up the Gryffindor line…
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…”I suppose this is relevant?” Snape asked, his black eyes narrowed.
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Snape looked around at him, his face framed between curtains of greasy black hair.
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An ugly flush suffused Snape’s pallid face.
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Snape pulled out his wand from an inside pocket of his robes and Harry tensed in his chair, but Snape merely raised the wand to his temple and placed its tip into the greasy roots of his hair.
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Snape looked paler than usual, and angrier, though not nearly as angry as Harry was.
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Chapter 26
Seen and Unforeseen
Snape’s dark eyes bored into Harry’s.
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“Perhaps,” said Snape, his dark, cold eyes narrowing slightly…
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Chapter 28
Snape’s Worst Memory
Snape-the-teenager had a stringy, pallid look about him, like a plant kept in the dark. His hair was lank and greasy and was flopping onto the table, his hooked nose barely an inch from the surface of the parchment as he scribbled.
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Round-shouldered yet angular he walked in a twitchy manner that recalled a spider, his oily hair swinging about his face.
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"You took my last bottle to interrogate Potter," he said, surveying her coolly through his greasy curtains of black hair.
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After a few seconds, they heard movement behind the door and it opened a crack. A sliver of a man could be seen looking out at them, a man with long black hair parted in curtains around a sallow face and black eyes.
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It was not until the glowing yellow light was ten feet away from them, and Harry had pulled off his Invisibility Cloak so that he could be
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seen, that he recognized, with a rush of pure loathing, the uplit hooked nose and long, black, greasy hair of Severus Snape
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Chapter 9
The Half-Blood Prince
The classroom door opened as she spoke, and Snape stepped into the corridor, his sallow face framed as ever by two curtains of greasy black hair.
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Chapter 15
The Unbreakable Vow
Trapped, with Slughorn's arm around his shoulders, Snape looked down his hooked nose at Harry, his black eyes narrowed.
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"Ten o'clock," whispered Snape, with a smile that showed his yellow teeth. "Poor Gryffindor...fourth place this year, I fear..."
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Chapter 28
Flight of the Prince
Snape's pale face, illuminated by the flaming cabin, was suffused with hatred just as it had been before he had cursed Dumbledore.
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Chapter 1
The Dark Lord Ascending
“Saturday…at nightfall,” repeated Voldemort. His red eyes fastened upon Snape’s black ones with such intensity that some of the watchers looked away, apparently fearful that they themselves would
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Chapter 12
Magic is Might
A large picture of a familiar, hook-nosed, black-haired man stared up at them all, beneath a headline that read:
SEVERUS SNAPE CONFIRMED AS HOGWARTS HEADMASTER
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Chapter 22
The Deathly Hallows
“Well, who wouldn’t want a nice little holiday after all the hard work he’s been putting in?” asked Fred. “Point is, people, don’t get
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lulled into a false sense of security, thinking he’s out of the country. Maybe he is, maybe he isn’t, but the fact remains he can move faster than Severus Snape confronted with shampoo when he wants to, so don’t count on him being a long way away if you’re planning on taking any risks. I never thought I’d hear myself say it, but safety first!”
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Chapter 30
The Sacking Of Severus Snape
They had descended two more floors when another set of quiet footsteps joined theirs. Harry, whose scar was still prickling, heard them first: He felt in the pouch around his neck for the Marauder’s Map, but before he could take it out, McGonagall too seemed to become aware of their company. She halted, raised her wand ready to duel, and said, “Who’s there?”
“It is I,” said a low voice.
From behind a suit of armor stepped Severus Snape.
Hatred boiled up in Harry at the sight of him: He had forgotten the details of Snape’s appearance in the magnitude of his crimes, forgotten how his greasy black hair hung in curtains around his thin face, how his black eyes had a dead, cold look. He was not wearing nightclothes, but was dressed in his usual black cloak, and he too was holding his wand ready for a fight.
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Chapter 32
The Elder Wand
The stab of rage felt like a spike driven through Harry’s head: He forced his own fist into his mouth to stop himself from crying out in pain. He closed his eyes, and suddenly he was Voldemort, looking into Snape’s pale face.
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And now Snape looked at Voldemort, and Snape’s face was like a death mask. It was marble white and so still that when he spoke, it was a shock to see that anyone lived behind the blank eyes.
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There was a terrible scream. Harry saw Snape’s face losing the little color it had left; it whitened as his black eyes widened, as the snake’s fangs pierced his neck, as he failed to push the enchanted cage off himself, as his knees gave way and he fell to the floor.
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He did not know why he was doing it, why he was approaching the dying man: He did not know what he felt as he saw Snape’s white face, and the fingers trying to staunch the bloody wound at his neck. Harry took off the Invisiblility Cloak and looked down upon the man he hated, whose widening black eyes found Harry as he tried to speak. Harry bent over him, and Snape seized the front of his robes and pulled him close.
A flask, conjured from thin air, was thrust into his shaking hands by Hermione. Harry lifted the silvery substance into it with his
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wand. When the flask was full to the brim, and Snape looked as though there was no blood left in him, his grip on Harry’s robes slackened.
“Look…at…me…” he whispered.
The green eyes found the black, but after a second, something in the depths of the dark pair seemed to vanish, leaving them fixed, blank, and empty. The hand holding Harry thudded to the floor, and Snape moved no more.
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Chapter 33
The Prince's Tale
The memories swirled, silver white and strange, and without hesitating,
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with a feeling of reckless abandonment, as though this would assuage his torturing grief, Harry dived.
He fell headlong into sunlight, and his feet found warm ground. When he straightened up, he saw that he was in a nearly deserted playground. A single huge chimney dominated the distant skyline. Two girls were swinging backward and forward, and a skinny boy was watching them from behind a clump of bushes. His black hair was overlong and his clothes were so mismatched that it looked deliberate: too short jeans, a shabby, overlarge coat that might have belonged to a grown man, an odd smocklike shirt.
Harry moved closer to the boy. Snape looked no more than nine or ten years old, sallow, small, stringy. There was undisguised greed in his thin face as he watched the younger of the two girls swinging higher and higher than her sister.
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“Mummy said you weren’t allowed, Lily!”
“But I’m fine,” said Lily, still giggling. “Tuney, look at this. Watch what I can do.”
Petunia glanced around. The playground was deserted apart from themselves and, though the girls did not know it, Snape. Lily had
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“It’s obvious, isn’t it?” Snape could no longer contain himself, but had jumped out from behind the bushes. Petunia shrieked and ran backward toward the swings, but Lily, though clearly startled, remained where she was. Snape seemed to regret his appearance. A dull flush of color mounted the sallow cheeks as he looked at Lily.
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“No!” said Snape. He was highly colored now, and Harry wondered why he did not take off the ridiculously large coat, unless it was because he did not want to reveal the smock beneath it. He
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flapped after the girls, looking ludicrously batlike, like his older self.
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“Haven’t been spying,” said Snape, hot and uncomfortable and dirty-haired in the bright sunlight. “Wouldn’t spy on you, anyway,” he added spitefully, “you’re a Muggle.”
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“It’s real for us,” said Snape, and even with his poorly cut hair and his odd clothes, he struck an oddly impressive figure sprawled in front of her, brimful of confidence in his destiny.
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Snape hesitated. His black eyes, eager in the greenish gloom, moved over the pale face, the dark red hair.
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And the scene re-formed. Harry looked around: He was on platform nine and three-quarters, and Snape stood beside him, slightly hunched, next to a thin, sallow-faced, sour-looking woman who greatly resembled him. Snape was staring at a family of four a short distance away. The two girls stood a little apart from their parents. Lily seemed to be pleading with her sister; Harry moved closer to listen.
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One of the boys sharing the compartment, who had shown no interest at all in Lily or Snape until that point, looked around at the word, and Harry, whose attention had been focused entirely on the two beside the window, saw his father: slight, black-haired like Snape, but with that indefinable air of having been well-cared for, even adored, that Snape so conspicuously lacked.
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Lily had reached a pillar and leaned against it, looking up into the thin, sallow face.
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“Well, Severus? What message does Lord Voldemort have for me?”
“No --- no message --- I’m here on my own account!”
Snape was wringing his hands: He looked a little mad, with his straggling black hair flying around him.
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"No," said Snape, his black eyes on Fleur's and Roger's retreating figures. "I am not such a coward."
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“You refuse to tell me everything, yet you expect that small service of me!” snarled Snape, and real anger flared in the thin face now. “You take a great deal for granted, Dumbledore! Perhaps I have changed my mind!”
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And next, Snape was kneeling in Sirius’s old bedroom. Tears were
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dripping from the end of his hooked nose as he read the old letter from Lily.
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