Jade Mountain and Severus Snape

A Harry Potter/Wings of Fire fanfiction (WIP)
HI! This is a fan fiction where Harry Potter took place in Wings of Fire, not having a clear plot line, but each chapter being instead a 'glimpse' of what happens in this Harry Potter/Wings of Fire AU. Hogwarts is Jade Mountain Academy, Magic in this case, is a subtype of Animus magic that has infinite use, require single-word spells instead of a written or spoken enchantment, and this magic is limited compared to Animus magic. The timeline, on the WoF side, is somewhere between books 10-14, and on the Harry Potter side, it starts a year after the Second Wizarding War. Some roles are changed in this fanfic: Tsunami was never Headmistress of Jade Mountain Academy, instead it follows the Harry Potter Line of Hogwarts headmasters/mistresses as dragons. 
There is also a points system for each of the Winglets; Jade, Gold, Silver, Copper, and Quartz, similar to the Hogwarts houses: There is a Winglet Cup at the end of each year, like the Hogwarts House Cup. 
Canon characters:
Thorn
Sunny
Starflight
Jade Mountain students
OC's, or rather, Harry Potter characters as dragons:
Canyon(M, skywing), Silt(M, mudwing) and Otter(F, sea/sand): (Harry, Ron and Hermione) they were students at Jade Mountain Academy
Jaguar(M, Night/Rain): (Severus Snape) Herbs/Potions teacher at Jade Mountain Academy in this story
Mamba(M, Sandwing), dead but mentioned, (M, Voldemort)
Skua(M, Seawing), dead but mentioned(Dumbledore)
Roadrunner(F, Sand/Sky), current Headmistress of Jade Mountain Academy(McGonagall)
CHAPTER I: Potions Class
The newcomer dragonets filed nervously into the dark, dingy cave for their first Potions class. To most of them, Potions was no more than mixing herbs together, but some dragon named Jaguar was about to prove them wrong. The snarky Rainwing/Nightwing was the very picture of terror for the young dragons. He was tall and skinny, with deep black, shiny scales, contrasted sharply by a white underbelly. His face was more often than not adorned with a sneer, and a teardrop scale adorned each of his cold black eyes, empty of emotion. But most terrifying of all were his wings; large, leathery, and dotted with long, pointy silver scales. Once the dragonets organized themselves, Jaguar begins the class with a speech:
"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making. As there is little foolish spellcasting here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering potion with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through dragon veins, bewitching the minds, ensnaring the senses... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even stopper death — if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."
The class immediately fell silent at that little prelude to potionmaking; but Jaguar got down to business. With one wave of his talon, instructions for the 'Boil-Cure' potion appeared on the blackboard. "Well then. For today's lesson you will be brewing, or rather, attempt to, the Boil-Cure potion. Your ingredients are laid out before you-" Jaguar gestures to the student's cauldrons and ingredients."And you have one hour. Begin!"
The dragonets immediately set to work. A few minutes into the lesson and things were already starting to turn bad; any mistake the dragonets made would earn a waspish remark from Jaguar, but they continued on. That is, until a MudWing's cauldron started to shake. "Gharial! Idiot hatchling. I suppose you added the porcupine quills BEFORE taking the cauldron off the fire?" Jaguar sneers, quickly gesturing with his talon, and vanishing the about-to-explode potion. "Sorry Prof. I didn't realize-" The scared MudWing fumbled for his words. "You didn't realize?" Jaguar slams a talon onto his desk. "The instructions are clearly written for you, as do everyone else. Or have you forgotten how to read?" He sneers, glimpses of long yellowish fangs revealed as he spoke. "That will be ten points taken from the Copper Winglet for your idiocy." By now, the dragonets, more than wise not to stop and watch, simply continued with their potions. 
Jaguar sighs as he collects the abysmal bottles of potions from the first-year dragonets. None of them were even halfway decent. Shaking his head, he slunk out of the Potions classroom for lunch. As soon as he arrived at the Prey Center, however, the noise and hectic crowds nearly knocked Jaguar down, as his scales flashed momentarily white. The dragonets playing and hunting there seemed to freeze as Jaguar strode, almost lazily, into the cave. Selecting some cooked fish from a pile, Jaguar finishes the fish in a few swift bites, then leaves. He'd never had a large appetite.
CHAPTER II: "Easy, Jaguar!"
Jaguar scrawls another 'D' on one of the student essays on the 'Properties of Moonstone and its Uses in Potionmaking'. The long title didn't help the fact that most of the essays were hilariously inaccurate, and the fact that Jaguar was exhausted. Lucky that this was the last one... Sighing, he stands, slithering out of his den, and the Potions classroom, to the library.
"Hey, Jaguar." Starflight, the blind librarian who was competent enough, Jaguar supposed, greets him. He ignored it, much to Starflight's disappointment, instead disappearing down the aisles and aisles of scrolls. Picking out a few, he slithers back out the library, ignoring Starflight's comments on his gloominess. Jaguar disappears back down the Potions classroom with the scrolls.
Jaguar stabs his talons into the old wood of his desk in frustration; why wasn't anything working? It had been months, yet the potion he'd invented, dubbed 'Liquid Firescales', just refused to improve. It was meant to burn away flesh if, say, a dragon got poisoned, But the potion was too strong; it'd already burnt through two cauldrons and Jaguar couldn't risk a third. 
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