September 4th, 1949
I am cursed as a Slytherin, but gifted as a Gryffindor, though that is not the way it should be.
Slytherin. The word itself is slimy, like it's owner. And all who attend the house…I prefer the noble Gryffindors. "How strange," you might say, "that a boy with a family line of Slytherins has the heart of a Gryffindor?" But it is true. I despise Slytherins.
Let me introduce myself. I am Severus Snape. I do not like my name. It is too much like hideous Salazar Slytherin. I am 14 years of age, and I attend Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am in the house of Slytherin, not by the sorting hat…but by my grandfather's means. I believe that he knew that if I were to put on the sorting hat, it would shout out, "Gryffindor!"
As you can obviously expect, all my family has been Slytherins. I suppose grandfather noticed that I was different from the rest of the family. So he convinced the school to put me in Slytherin.
My grandfather put a curse on me when I was young. It influences how I act. I think this was to disguise my…Gryffindor side? But I act like a Slytherin. T'is very sad… But my writing is free and true. I can express myself by writing. So… I shall.
