DISCLAIMER:
No matter how much I wish, I shall never be J.K. Rowling
No matter how much I beg, I shall never own Harry Potter.
Written for Alexia Blackbriar, who asked me to write this one Spanish lesson!
I admit I have never written Snape likes Harry before so hope its good!
He watched Potter walking hesitantly into the Great Hall. As if he feared that he did not belong to the school. Why would the brat be worried, he had probably been pampered all his life, or was that why he was nervous. The brat was worried that the students at Hogwarts would not treat him like their hero! But then…he had been in Petunia Evans's care and she hadn't been very nice to Lily. Lovely Lily. She had hated the thought of magic and anything abnormal…had Potter been pampered, most probably .
He watched the brat closely as he walked towards the hat, his feet visibly shaking. He had Lily's eyes, just like Dumbledore had told him years ago.
The hat was now on the boys head. He wondered why it was taking so long, after all it was obvious that the boy was a Gryffindor, like his father.
A few more minutes past, before the brim of the hat opened its "mouth" to speak: "SLYTHERIN!" it shouted.
Nobody clapped. Not even the Slytherin's. Potter, who was still under the hat did not move either. It was as if the World had frozen. It was finally Dumbledore who began to clap. A few joined, but most just stared at Potter their mouths slightly ajar.
What on earth had the hat done? How was he to deal with the brat in his house? Angry, he watched as the Sorting continue.
His eye on Potter, he gave his usual 'beginning of term' speech to the class. Potter was trying to listen intently, but it was obvious that he was wondering about what it would have been like to be a Gryffindor instead. Weasley was sitting next to Thomas and Finnegan, forcing Potter to sit with Slytherins. Harry was currently seated next to Mr Nott and Mr Zabini.
"Potter," he barked. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
The boy blinked. "I don't know Professor," he said quietly, as if he were scared that he would be punished if he spoke too loudly.
"Tut, tut – fame clearly isn't everything." Why was he picking on the boy, he looked so scared and vulnerable. The answer was obvious, hatred.
"Let's try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"
"I don't know, Professor," he said in an even softer voice.
"I can't here you, Potter," he spat. The boy flinched. Stop, he roared in his mind, can't you see, he's scared to death. Just try getting to know him, he might not be like his father.
Impossible, he argued. But none the less he asked Weasley the next question: "Weasley, what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?" As Potter was walking out, he walked up to the boy.
"My office," he told Potter. "Immediately after lessons finish, be punctual." Nodding, the boy hurried away.
Just saying, this is a three shot, each Chapter containing about 500 words. The next part has already been sent for Betaing! So expect a quick update!
Thanks to Susan sewell for Betaing this on short notice and to you, the reader for reading my fic!
Dont forget to review :P
-Stara