Trust me.
...
"Potter!"
"Yes professor?" He growled in an undertone.
My eyes hardened at his insolence.
"Scourgify."
The contents of his cauldron quickly disappeared.
"If you're going to take me potions class Potter, at least try to get it right." I sneered.
He gave me a hateful glance before starting his potion again.
I walked away smirking. No wonder he hates me.
I torment him for his father, protect him for his mother. I both loathe and love at the same time.
I hear him whispering hateful things about me under his breath and so resist the urge to turn and throw a book at his head.
I need him to trust me.
Maybe one day I'll save his life.
That would shut him up.