Summary : Everyone believed that Lily and James Potter were the perfect couple. Or at least that's what everyone told Harry Potter. Everyone except for Snape, that is. Does he know something Harry doesn't?

A/N: The title, Memini amarus vetustas, means remember the unpleasant past. I'm not that good at Latin, so sorry if it isn't perfect. I got the translation off of a website.


Legal disclaimer: Almost everything in this story is owed by JK Rowling. I own a few spells and stuff, but that is it!

Prolouge : Memini amarus vetustas

"Mr. Potter, what is it this time that has taken your attention away from this class? Are my robes that interesting?"

Harry snapped to attention, blushing slightly at the snickers coming from the Slytherin side of the dungeon. In a class like Snape's, it was easy to not pay attention, but very dangerous. "Sorry, professor," he mumbled while Hermione rolled her eyes and Ron glared at the Slytherins, especially a particular blond.

"Honestly Harry, must you let you attention wander like that? With NEWTs coming up and blah blah blah blah...." Hermione's voice drifted out of his mind again as Harry longed to be out in the sunshine on his Firebolt instead of in the cold, unwelcoming dungeon.

"Mr. Potter! Ten points from Gryffindor! Are you trying to show off or something? Make getting in trouble look fun?" he barked. "Like father, like son" he grumbled under his breath.

Harry jumped out of his seat. "You say it like it's a bad thing! I NEVER want to hear anything about my father slither out from between your unbrushed teeth again!"

Snape's lip curled. "You are so quick to defend you father, but you don't know a damn thing about him. You were but a few months old when they snuffed it. I personally knew your excuse-of-a-man father. He doesn't deserve to shine the pedestal you're so quick to put him on!" Snape spat, visibly delighted in watching Harry become more and more angry. More to himself, he muttered, "If you could only what an ass he truly was..."

Suddenly, he spun around, wand pointed at Harry. "Memini amarus vetustas" he yelled, sending Harry flying across the room. The entire class leaped out of their chairs. Most of the Slytherins collapsed on the floor in gut-wrenching laughter, while the Gryffindors glared and muttered curses under their breath.

Tucking his wand away, he strode over to the lump Hermione and Ron were huddled over. "Granger, Weasley. MOVE."

Simultaneously, Hermione and Ron jumped up and started insulting Snape. "If you are quite finished," he began, "Your friend will be fine. He's just taking a...a stroll down memory lane" Snape told them with his trademark smirk firmly in place.

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Harry's eyes fluttered momentarily. He could hear voices all around him, especially Ron's big mouth. He tried to sit up, but found himself glued to the ground and feeling particularly drowsy. Finally releasing his grasp on consciousness, he slipped unnoticed into a world he never thought he would see.

Ok, so here it is: my first story. Should I keep going, or just give up now?

I would like to thank a few people. First, my two muses, White and FishNchipz. Second, I would like to thank Just another Harry Draco fan for giving me the encouragement needed. Otherwise, this story would not be posted. Any comments are appreciated, just review. This is my first fic, so any and all help is greatly wanted and needed.