AN: Okay, this is my first story so I'm not even sure what I am doing. I wrote this chapter about two years ago just for fun and I never thought I would turn it into a story, but that is exactly what I am going to do. So, hopefully it will turn out okay. I don't know exactly what I am going to do with this story, though I have a few things planned, so it would be great to have feedback. Thanks.

He goes on and on. I swear he doesn't stop talking. I want so very bad for him to shut up already, but he doesn't. I don't know exactly what he is talking about. All I do know is that it is perpetually boring. I can't keep my eyes open. I know I am supposed to be paying attention, but I just can't help myself. His monotone leaves much to be desired. How can someone talk so droll like that?

Hermione is taking notes, and keeps nudging Ron to do the same. For once I am happy that I'm not sitting next to them. Hermione would be on my case in a heartbeat. I hate that she can pay attention to boring lectures like this and I can't. It is extremely unfair. I want to learn and better myself in school. I just don't want to do all the work that goes along with it.

Oh, shoot! He is looking at me. I hate when he looks at me. I always get this tingly feeling. His eyes are like a dark abyss that has neither beginning nor end. When I look at him I just can't stop myself from ogling him. His stare is so powerful that he could capture anyone under it, but for some unfathomable reason he only locks his gaze full of passion on me. Well, that I have noticed anyway. For some reason the thought that he would stare so passionately at another aggravates me. He only does this when no one else is looking, otherwise his sneer would be firmly in place. I guess when he stares at me with that kind of intensity it makes me feel special.

"Class dismissed," says Snape. Yes! I'm home free. This weekend I am supposed to go into Hogsmeade with my new friend, Jamie, one of the hottest boys in the school. He is a sixth year Hufflepuff, a year behind me. I have been crushing on him since the fourth year, and I really want to look special for him. Though, I don't want anyone to know about him. The last boyfriend I had, Mike, was run away by Hermione's constant babbling. He wasn't the study type, or the reading type. Well, I'm not even sure if he even had a brain, but whew, did he have a hot body.

"Not so fast, Mr. Potter. I have something for you," says Snape. Great, I knew it was too good to be true. Snape's always on my case about something. Though, he is close friends with my mother so my father and I always have to put up with him over the holidays. Even worse, I have to put up with him during school.

"Now where is it," says Snape as he is ruffling through his desk drawer, "Ah, here it is." He hands me a crisp white envelope. I have no idea what it would be for so I just give him a puzzled look. Though it seems like he didn't get the hint, or maybe he just likes the dumbfounded look on my face, because he doesn't explain any further.

"Can't you recognize your own family stamp on the back of the envelope, Potter," snaps Snape, like it was the most obvious thing in the world, three minutes later. Seriously, he could have just told me he received the envelope from home. He didn't have to be cranky about it.

"Oh, right. Thanks," I say while I practically run out of the room. Like I said before, he makes my skin crawl, and I can practically feel his eyes on me the whole way to the door.

As I round the corner, I hear bickering. I didn't even have to look up to know who it was.

"Look Ron. This is important. I don't know how you can't be taking this seriously," I hear Hermione say. I can't believe Hermione is still going on about schoolwork. It is the weekend. Seriously, the stress is going to get to her one of these days.

As soon as Ron sees me, he waves at me enthusiastically and shouts, "Over here!" I smile knowing Ron just did that so Hermione's attention would be turned unto me. I love Ron, though sometimes he exasperates me.

"Hey, Harry. What did Snape want?" Ron asks curiously, not noticing the letter I had in my hand.

"Oh, nothing. Just wanted to give me a letter that my mom must have given him to give to me," I say, "I think Hedwig doesn't like my mom much. She never listens to her for some reason. Then again she is a very temperamental bird."

"Hmm...That's still kind of weird that a teacher is giving you a letter from home. I mean I know he is friends with your mother, but... it's still weird," says Ron.

"Yeah. I know what you mean. Snape still kind of gives me the creeps," I say.

"Well, I have a good idea," says Hermione, "Let's go to the library, and finish our homework so we can have the weekend to ourselves."

"Urgh...Hermione. I don't want to even think about homework, let alone do it," whines Ron.

"Actually, I think that is a good idea. That way we don't have to worry about homework over the weekend. It is a Hogsmeade weekend after all," I say.

"What! I'd rather worry. Worrying doesn't sound like that big of a deal actually," says Ron.

"Humpf. Come on Harry! Let's go to the library like mature adults while Ron sits here and whines like a little baby," says Hermione.

"Wait, wait. I'm coming. I'm coming," says Ron.

As soon as we get to the library we make a bee-line to our favorite table by the window.

When we sit down Ron asks, "So, what is our homework for the weekend?"

As Hermione lectures Ron about being responsible and keeping a planner to write everything down in, I take out the letter Snape gave to me and begin to read.

Dear Harry,

This is a confidential letter. Make sure you are alone before you read this!

I hastily stuff the letter back into my tote bag and look around suspiciously. Luckily, it's a Friday and the library appears to be deserted. I look up and see that Hermione and Ron are looking at me as if to say 'What the hell?' So I respond, "It's confidential."

They nod their head in understanding. They've heard those words before, in fact they've heard it a few times this year. All the other warnings I've recieved from my mom this year though were false alarms so I hope this one is too. I take the letter out of my bag and begin to read.

Dear Harry,

This is a confidential letter. Make sure you are alone when you read this!
I know that your father likes to berate me for writing these letters to you but in my eyes you should be informed of all the ins and outs that are going on in the outside world. Besides it's not like there is anyone inside of Hogwarts that is working for the other side and I trust Snape to deliver a letter thank you very much.

Anyways, you know how the leader of the other side has been in hiding for the last two years building an army of witches and wizards from all around the world? Now I can't give you all the details, but there seems to be someone from our side who is purposely keeping us from tracking him down. I know the idea of a traitor amongst us seems incomprehensible but there seems to be substantial evidence. I wouldn't believe it myself if this news didn't come from Albus Dumbledore himself. We don't know who this person is or how to rein him/her in. Hopefully everything goes as planned.

Also, I want you to make sure that you and your friends haven't gotten into too much trouble this year. I know how Severus can exaggerate so when he is saying that you never pay attention in class, I'm hoping that he is just being his usual self. And Harry please and when I say please I mean PLEASE write home! You never keep in touch and you know how I worry about you. Everything at home is fine and Rose misses you dearly. She keeps asking where you are. I told her that you are at school with Uncle Sev, and she asked why Uncle Sev has to keep you all to himself. I almost died laughing. I told her to ask him when he comes over for the winter holidays. I can't wait to see Sev's face. Are you coming home over the holidays? Please write back!

Love,
Your mother

Urgh! I hate when she refers to Snape as Uncle Sev. It makes me want to puke. Also the fact that my little sister, Rose, asked why Snape keeps me to himself is a horrible horrible question that should never enter anyone's mind that is even half way sane. But more importantly, I can't believe that there is a traitor amongst the order. It seems unreal. I practically grew up with everyone so it must be one of the newer members. I hate when my mom acts like she is ignorant. She knows that there are junior death eaters within Hogwarts.

Also she probably knows who the traitor is and how they are going to 'rein' this person in. I hate that she never gives me all the details. I mean I know why she doesn't but it still pisses me off.

"What was in the letter, Harry?" asks Hermione.

"Oh. There is a traitor in the order, though I'm sure everything is being taken care of," I say.

"I don't know Hare, sounds serious," says Ron as he reads the letter.

"I'm sure that they will be able to work everything out. They usually do," I say.

"So, who do you think it is," asks Hermione.

"I bet its Snape. He is such a snake. I don't know why your mom trusts him. Especially with a confidential letter like this," says Ron.

"Hey look, I know Snape can be an arse but he's not that bad ok. My mom isn't that stupid to trust him without a good reason. Besides they've been friends forever, he wouldn't do that," I say, getting an uneasy feeling in my stomach. The idea of Snape betraying us like that makes me feel sick.

"Yeah, but your father hates him, and it's not like he hates him for no good reason," says Ron.

"Look, there's no reason speculating on what ifs. My mom will tell me all the details over the winter holidays. Let's just enjoy the weekend," I say.

"Yeah. Come on. Let's finish our homework," says Hermione.

As I turn to my homework my mind goes off in a million different directions, but one thought keeps turning up the most and that is 'What if it is Snape?'