Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything related to Harry Potter. And if you think I do, then get this: I am a poor college student at the moment, and if I owned Harry Potter, I would not be poor or in college. If that doesn't convince you, then get this: if I owned Harry Potter, Dumbledore would not have died, Rita Skeeter would be scrubbing bathrooms under Filch's direction, Snape would not have died, Fred would not have died, HEDWIG would not have died, and the story would still totally work. Not to be rude, but if you still think I own Harry Potter, then sod off.
Saturday, December 14th, 1975
I, Severus Tobias Snape, write as the owner of this book, the Secret Installments of the Half-Blood Prince. I am the Half-Blood Prince, drawn from my lineage on my mother's side. I am a fourth-year here in the House of Slytherin at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
This book was a Christmas present from Lily Evans, a witch in the House of Gryffindor whom I am friends with. Today was our last trip to Hogsmeade before the Christmas break, and she and I bought and exchanged gifts with each other from the shops there. I will use this book to journal my experiences here at Hogwarts. I only hope Lily finds the sugar quills (her favorite) I gave her as wonderful as I find this book.
As I said previously, today was our last trip to Hogsmeade before Christmas. Frankly I do not find the Christmas spirit all that invigorating and exciting as do the majority of the students here; I suppose it has to do with the fact that while they all have their heads up in the clouds, I am a more down-to-Earth student who actually cares about reality. The only joy I find in Christmas anymore is the few moments I am able to spend with Lily Evans. She is a wonderful friend, and I have found that I care for her deeply. Hence why I took the time to research her favorite candy and buy some for her for Christmas.
I did not get to spend much time with her today, as I was off with my fellow Slytherins and she with some fellow witches from Gryffindor…at least she was not with that loathsome James Potter. Honestly, if he were any more obvious about wanting to court her, they'd be proclaiming it in the Daily Prophet. Luckily she has the sense to ignore his advances; otherwise I would be off explaining to her her grave mistake instead of writing here, as I am now. I suppose the next time I see her – probably Monday morning in Herbology – I should ask her how her day was. I must also remember to thank her for her gift again; writing seems to help me organize my thoughts and reflect on my decisions in an organized way.
As for now, I must save my writing for another day; I still have an Astronomy and a Transfiguration essay to do, and to be honest, I am mortified that I did not finish them last night with my Potions, Herbology, and Defense Against the Dark Arts essays. I will have to be more disciplined with my time management in the future.
This chapter is dedicated to Inspired178 for having such faith in me and my story. Many thanks!
