…Now, why I like Severus Snape, I will never know, okay? I have drastically altered EVERYTHING…So if you don't like OOC crap…Don't read it?

Chapter 1: Brats

Sighing, she gazed at the table. Her electric blue eyes were serious. She was a first-year, and she wanted to get her school career over with. She was wearing muggle clothes. Although she was a pureblood, she didn't have any qualms with the way that muggles worked. It made her look like a mudblood, but she wanted to see what people would say. She sat alone in a compartment. At least, that is, until someone opened the door. She looked emotionlessly at the boy with bleach-blond hair. "Yes?" She questioned.

"Hey, Mudblood, get dressed for the school. Be sure you don't choose Slytherin…I don't need someone soiling the house." An elegant eyebrow rose. "I have already been instructed to join Slytherin. Now, if you wouldn't mind…?" She motioned him away. True, she had been. She was dreading the school…Especially because of her family's involvement with a certain teacher…

Apprentice…? Who the hell do they think they're kidding?! I have to screw it up…She noticed that the blond had left and changed quickly. She frowned to herself as the train started slowing and looked outside. It was dark. All of her luggage was gone, but she did have a snake draped over her shoulder. The snake was content to wrap around her during the short trip.

The poor animals, having to deal with change. The large snake, an anaconda, hissed at people who touched it by accident and tried to bite a few people. When it did, the girl whispered in Parselmouth for it to behave, and it immediately settled. A few students looked her way when they saw the snake but nobody said anything.

It took moments for her to find her way to the large man. She was a bit freaked out by him, but he appeared kind as he led them to a bunch of boats. She had one to herself, luckily. She stroked the scales on the snake's head. "We'll be in my room soon, my friend…" She mumbled.

"Welcome to Hogwarts!" This declaration startled the girl, who lurked in the back of the group. She was separated. She never enjoyed being part of a group. "Now, in a few moments you will pass through these doors and join your classmates, but before you can take your seats, you must be sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw…And Slytherin." She saw a few guys nod to each other at Slytherin, among them being the bleach-blond boy from before. "While you are here, your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn you points. Any rule-breaking and you will lose points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup—"

"—Trevor!" A young boy exclaimed going to the front of the group to apparently catch a toad. He apologized to the woman who had been giving instructions, who continued. "The sorting ceremony will begin momentarily…" The girl glanced around, beginning to ignore everyone around her as the woman exited through the double-doors. She heard talk of Harry Potter, but that was the least of her worries at the moment. No, she didn't need to deal with that. She had heard that her 'betrothed' was here…Yes, he was probably 14 or so years older than her. Once she graduated, though, it didn't matter.

"We're ready for you now," the old woman who had just reentered informed. She wore a witch's hat and green robes. Canting her head to the side, the girl studied her. "Follow me." That command snapped her out of her trance and she followed people in, finding herself at the end of the line. She was thankful for that. They gathered at the front of the large dining hall and she gazed at the four long tables, each filled with students. The old woman spoke again. "Now, before we begin, Professor Dumbledore would like to say a few words."

Dumbledore? That name was very familiar…Where was it from…Ahh yes, he was in the Wizengamot! She looked up and listened to the old man speak. Yes, he seemed to be as kind as they said… "I have a few start-of-term notices I wish to announce. First years, please note, that the Dark Forest is strictly forbidden to all students. Also, our caretaker, Mr. Filch,"—he motioned to the scruffy man in the back—"has asked me to remind you that the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out-of-bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a most painful death."

This peaked her curiosity. What was down there? Or rather…Up. "Thank you." He sat, and the woman in the front took out a rolled-up piece of parchment. "Now, when I call your name, come forth. I shall place the sorting hat on your head and you will be sorted into your houses." The girl waited for her name to be called. "Hermione Granger!" A girl with bushy hair walked up. Electric blue eyes stared at her and then along the staff table. The girl was whispering to herself to relax. The hat was talking when it was on Hermione's head, which started the girl. Hermione wasn't too shocked. "Gryffindor!" The shout rang. There was applause.

"Draco Malfoy!" The bleach-blond…Uh-huh, she knew his name now. The hat was barely placed on his head before it shouted. "Slytherin!" That wasn't too shocking. She started tuning them out until there was a sudden shout. "Lilium Prozec!" Well, that was her name. The room was silent, because the Prozec family was of a high stature. She slowly made her way from the back of the crowd to walk up. She could sense herself being watched, one pair of eyes staring at her critically. She looked up along the staff table and obsidian eyes locked with electric blue. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

The hat was placed on her head. "Hmm…Where should you go, child?" Lilium whispered back, "You can see my mind, cant you?"

"Yes, I can…"

"What house was he in?" The image of the man came up in her mind. Obsidian eyes…Seemingly greasy hair. She wouldn't speak above a whisper.

"Slytherin…It seems like that is where you should be…" She heard his shout ring out. "Slytherin!" She heard cheering. Yes…She would see that man again…She went to her table and sat at the end, soon asking someone who the man with the obsidian eyes and greasy hair was. "Him? He's in charge of us, Slytherin. He's also the Potions Professor. Severus Snape."

Snape?! Lilium asked herself. Immediately, she knew why he knew who she was. My…Fiancée? She stared at the man known as Snape. This would be…An interesting school career. She would forget by morning, though.

Well, what do you think? I hope you liked it! Anyway, this is one of the few stories that I won't be waiting for reviews on before I continue. Hope you enjoy the story!