Draco quickly moved away from me at the sound of the all too familiar voice. I could sense the rage and frustration coming off of him...Snape had been trying to offer his assistance to Draco who had been furiously turning it down. I was trying to get into Draco's mind to try and figure out what exactly Snape had been offering to do for him, but Draco's emotions and anger was too strong for me to be able to get a clear reading from him.

"What does it matter to you if too students want to chat under the bleachers?" Draco snapped. "It's not like we are in class or something."

I was silent, staring at Snape to try and gage his reaction to Draco's uncharacteristic outburst towards a teacher. He didn't seem to care. Instead he kept his eyes on me.

"You're right Mr. Malfoy it really is none of my business what you choose to do during your free time, but it is my duty to make sure that the students are safe, and standing under wooden bleachers that could possibly, under certain circumstances, collapse under the weight of all the professors and students is certainly not the brightest thing to be doing. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Whatever," Draco snapped back.

"Why don't you go along to the Quidditch game Mr. Malfoy and possibly you can save your new friend a seat. I need to discuss something with her first."

Draco shot a look at me, panic starting to creep through the anger and I shook my head slightly. Within this confined area with only the three of us I didn't want to risk sending something to Draco's mind that Snape could easily get himself. After all my mind was safe from Snape's prying, but Draco's certainly wasn't. I stood there as Draco stormed past Snape, Snape not even bothering to watch him go. There was silence as the two of us stood there, me waiting for him to speak first since he was the one that wanted to talk to me.

"What were you and Draco discussing?"

"Potions homework," I said with a shrug.

"Do not lie to me Miss Carson. What were you two discussing?"

"Potions homework, and even if it was something different what makes you think I would tell you?"

Before I even realized what was happening Snape took one giant step, almost swooping in front of me so that there was literally less than an inch between our faces. There was solid anger and annoyance in his face, a kind that I had never seen before, and instinctively I felt myself clench, lightly grabbing onto the wooden pole behind me for support.

"Do not mistake me for a fool. What you and Draco have been discussing is my business, and if you think for one moment that you can somehow handle the predicament he has brought to you by yourself with the pathetic help our your obnoxious trio then you are sadly mistaken," Snape spat, slow and cold at my face.

"I would appreciate it if you would step back," I let out just as coldly.

"Not until you tell me what the two of you were discussing."

"I told you I am not going to tell you."

My words made Snape even angrier than he had been moments ago, and in a rage of fury he slammed me more firmly against the wooden pole, holding me there with his shoulder. So shocked and scared that a professor was using physical force against me, my survival instincts kicked in over drive.

"GET OFF OF ME!" I yelled.

Snape was about to respond but froze, mid way into his mouth forming a word. I could feel my hands started to harden from the ice that was forming around them, my breathing getting faster as Snape took a couple of stumbles backwards. He put his hand up to his throat, much in the same way that Professor Umbridge had held her own the year before. I could tell that I needed to stop, that Professor Snape had backed off and that I had gotten my message across, but the emotion held me there. The power held me there. I took a step closer to him as Snape fell back into the wooden pole behind him. I could see the ice crystals starting to form around his hand, the cool blue that his skin color was turning working but towards the bottom of his chin.

Professor Snape was trying to speak but his throat was far too cold and frozen for him to get anything out. In that moment I had never felt anything like it. I had never felt the amount of power that I was feeling in that moment; the energy and emotion draining from Snape and leaving him helpless. In that moment I became aware of a whole new feeling...vengeance. Finally after all these years of dealing with Snape prying into my powers, constantly trying to invade my mind, he was feeling the consequences of it. I was finally able to stop him and make him see that I wasn't going to take it anymore.

It's okay Abby...make him feel your anger. He is nothing compared to you. His magic is nothing compared to your own.

"Abby you must stop!"

The feel of fingers wrapping around my shoulder and squeezing pulled me out of my trance. I turned to see Professor McGonagall, staring at me with concerned eyes with Dumbledore behind her, quickly kneeling down next to a gasping Professor Snape.

I couldn't speak. What had I done? What would I have done if she hadn't come? And why was the menacing voice that was prompting me to kill him my mother's?