There's some wizards who think they're better because
they're what people call, 'pureblood'...
"Look, Snivellus has got himself a Howler!"
The greasy-haired boy held the letter in his trembling hands. He slowly opened it and a loud voice filled the Great Hall from inside the letter.
"YOU BLASTED BOY! NOTHING GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO RUB YOUR GRUBBY LITTLE HANDS ON MY THINGS! YOU DARE TO USE MAGIC WHEN I HAVE FORBIDDEN YOU TO USE IT IN THE HOUSE! THE MINUTE YOU GET HOME, I AM GOING TO MAKE YOU REGRET IT! YOU WON'T SEE ANY BATH WATER FOR A WEEK! IT ALREADY VEXES ME THAT THE ONLY WAY I CAN COMMUNICATE WITH YOU IS THROUGH THIS MAGICAL RUBBISH! YOU GOOD-FOR-NOTHING!"
The letter ripped itself to shreds. Many children were struck with shock at what the letter said. A few children in Slytherin giggled amongst themselves. Severus looked at his classmates. A few looked away in fear, as if by talking to him, his father would come out and slit their throats.
"Well, that explains why his hair is so greasy!" one child form Gryffindor laughed.
A few others laughed but most of the Gryffindor children stared in sympathy. Severus stood up from his seat and hurried out of the Great Hall. He ran into the bathroom and locked himself into a stall. His cries filled the bathroom. After a few minutes, he got out to wash his face. He stared at his reflection and noticed someone's else's reflection behind his. He turned and saw another boy
He was blonde and he had very clean skin. His eyes were deep blue and he had a small smile on his face.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
Severus shook his head.
"I...I heard what happened. I heard your father's Howler. I'm really sorry."
Severus wiped his nose. The boy held out his hand and side-smiled.
"I'm Malfoy. Lucius Malfoy." he said.
Severus stared at the boy's hand for a moment and shook it. "I'm..Severus. Severus Snape."
That meeting sparked a friendship between the two first-years.
SECOND YEAR...
"How did you figure that potion out, Severus? I had a bloody hard time gtting it right." Lucius asked.
Severus shrugged, shyly. "I just...got it."
"Potions master, you are. You must be the best potion-maker in the class. Maybe even in our year!"
Severus shushed him. "Not so loud. If anyone else finds out, I'll be doing the whole classes homework. I've already got enough on my plate, helping you with yours."
"Right, sorry. So, where are you eating lunch? With that Evans girl again?"
Severus gave him a sharp look. "Maybe."
"I wouldn't get too comfortable with her. She looks like she has her eyes on that Potter." Lucius said, nearly spitting the name 'Potter'.
"She does not. She hates him. He's a real idiot." Severus said.
"You know how girls can be. They always go for the bad boys. You can be the nicest guy on Earth and she'll prefer the nasty idiot, saying he's just 'misunderstood' or some rubbish."
"Shut up, Lucius. Lily's not like that."
"Just giving you a warning. Come on, let's go. McGonagall will kill us if we're late again."
"Honestly, I'd rather be on Potions class all day."
"Well, why don't you grow up and teach it for goodness sake?"
"Maybe I will."
"Oi, I was just kidding, but if it means that bloody much to you."
They both laughed and hurried to class.
A/N: I really wish we got more of the friendship between Lucius and Snape in the movies and such. But, that's what fanfiction is for. Hope you liked this! more to come...