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Chapter 1.

Summer came and went much as it had in the past fifteen year Severus Snape was teaching potions at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Each time added its own mark on Severus' age. Each year, marking another lonely summer spent at Hogwarts.

Waking up, Severus Snape rolled over in his soft bed. The black curtains were pulled to prevent the heat from escaping, and the cold from creeping in. His long greasy locks were in his face as he sat up. His marred pale skin had a soft glow against the black comforter. His onyx eyes slowly adjusted to what little light pass beyond the thick curtains of his four-poster, as he uncovered his half-dressed body. He was covered in baggy black cotton sleeping pants.

Severus hated mornings almost as much as he hated Gryffindors. With a small yawn, Severus sat up and pulled back the curtains, cold air rushing in. Holding back an irate growl, Severus walked over to his wardrobe and pulled out one of his many black robes. Walking over to his chest of drawers, Severus reached in and grabbed out his white shirt and black pants, an everyday task. He reached into yet another drawer and pulled out some black silk boxers. He gathered all his clothing and walked into his bathroom, where the water was already streaming the room up.

The bathroom was war as he began undressing, still not fully awake. There were fresh towels set on the sink for him. Without much thought, Severus pulled off his pants and boxers in one swift movement. He quietly stepped into the shower, where the water was already comfortable.

As the hot water beat down on his face, Snape allowed his mind to wander. His thoughts were directed to that night, the Sorting Feast would be happening, and he would have to sit through the boring events of the night. The students would arrive, much as they had in the past. They would take their seats; Albus would say a few words and the sorting would begin. After the sorting, everyone would begin to eat themselves silly.

Only, Severus thought, this year would be different. It will be the Golden Trio's last year; he'd finally be rid of the insufferable brats. No longer, would he have to put up with them bending and breaking each rule set by the headmaster. Nor, would he have to have that insolent brat, Harry Potter in his class.

Even though he had fought beside the boy during the war, he still didn't like the famous Harry Potter any. Everyone saw him as a hero, Severus did not. Some might say, Severus was jealous, others would say afraid. He was neither, he saw Potter as what he really was, an insufferable, incompetent, sniveling, little brat. The boy always acted as though he was better than the rest.

Severus washed up and stepped out of the shower, drying himself off. He slipped into his boxers and pants. He put on some deodorant and poked at the spot where the dark mark had once been. Wincing, Severus put on his shirt. Shrugging some to get it to fit comfortably, he looked into the mirror. Beginning to comb his hair, Severus noticed that it was still greasy.

Scowling, he stormed out of his lavatory and into his living room. Sitting down, he put on a pair of socks and his shoes. He walked out of the room and into the corridor. Reaching into his pocket to make sure he had his wand, Severus discovered it was missing. With another growl, he returned into his private quarters to find it.

Searching everywhere and not yet finding, Severus tore apart his room. Looking in his other pocket, he found it. After letting a few cuss words out, Severus exited his rooms and began walking to the Great Hall. He took his usual seat and poured some tea.

"Good morning, Severus." Minerva greeted him, sounding very bored.

"Minerva."

"Aren't you supposed to be somewhere?"

"What in the devil are you talking about? I'm supposed to be here, enjoying my tea in peace. Now if you don't mind, that's what I'd like to do."

"Don't tell me you've forgotten."

Suddenly it hit him; Severus was supposed to be on the train, for security reasons.

"Are you getting that 'old' Severus?"

"No, Minerva, I'm still younger than you. I haven't forgotten either; I'm going to leave as soon as I finish my tea and toast."

"Alright Severus, might I suggest you leave now? It is Eleven fifty-five."

"Damn it, I'll eat on the train." Severus growled, exiting his post at the table.

Storming out of the Great Hall, Severus was yet again pissed at the famous, Harry Potter. 'That boy is the only reason I'm needed on the train. Why me? Just because I'm the only one who has everything done for tomorrow doesn't mean I'm the only one with spare time.'

Severus arrived outside the wards and 'popped' to Platform 9 ¾.

Students were already aboard the train and steam was spewing out of the engine. Severus boarded, walking to the Teachers Compartment. He sat down stiffly and crossed his legs, leaning against the seat tiredly.

'Let's just hope Har... er... Potter doesn't come whining about Draco.'

Just as the train took off, Severus heard a knock on his door.

With a sigh, Severus uncrossed his legs and looked at the door. "Enter." His voice lacked the usual venom and curtness.

TBC

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