Disclaimer: I have read all six books and I will doggedly hold on to my belief that Severus can be saved! All Harry Potter Books,characters and all other media do not belong to me.So I bring you...

An Extremely Miserable Day

He was miserable, for many reasons, the largest of these was THAT POTTER.
That Gryffindore 17 year old who was popular, on the Quidditch team, and who happened to be very clever-though Severus wouldn't tell you the last part-he refused to believe that bit and convinced himself that it simply wasn't-couldn't be true.
That Gryffindore seemed relatively happy nowadays-which made Severus all the more loathing of him.

Today was no exception, Severus was particularly moody today-the book he had hoped would be challenging was rubbish, someone had stolen his new robes so he was forced to wear ones that were too short, his hair was disagreeable which forcibly reminded him of Potter who ruffled his hair now and then.

He vented some of his hatred of the day by snappishly barking at a couple of first years who he said were- "GIGGLING LIKE MANIACS?"
The two students were quite shocked and the one of them fainted,Severus marched off and left the small Ravenclaw as she fanned her friend in a feeble attempt at reviving her-see hadn't learned that spell yet.

After Severus Snape's out burst he was still very frustrated-so much so he muttered under his breath in an unceasing hiss.
One Hufflepuff who happened to be near a pipe failed in his attempt to find the problem-he thought it had some sort of leak-from what he could tell the pipe was perfectly fine-except for the hissng noise.

A scowl on his face,lips pursed,fists clenched he trudged outside hoping he could find a rock shaped like Potter's head-so he could blast it to tiny pieces,then he would find one that bore a striking resemblance to that Gryffindore with the surname Black-he would melt that one,very,very slowly.

Maybe he could find one that was full scale-an evil grin of imaginary contented at the thought crossed his face-right under his hooked nose.
He set off inspecting boulders and stones of various sizes and colors-none of which fit his criteria for looking like the two Gryfindores.

He searched for a good half an hour then threw a large round egg shaped rock at a tree. He hadn't found so much as a nose that remotely looked Potter!He realized this thought was ridiculous-a nose that looked like Potter?He wasn't in a mood for silliness and scowled more fiercely.
He must have felt that chucking rocks into the large pond was a good idea as he was throwing every one that he could get his eyes focused on. Then he began ripping apart the grass imagining that each was a hair yanked from Potter's over large head.

He must have looked stark raving mad-clenching and unclenching his fists, pitching rocks, barking about-"STUPID GRR-GRYFFINDORE IDIOTS!" and stomping on flowers as if they were a serious threat to him-perhaps he had allergies and was trying to rid the world of rabid flowers?
He stopped abruptly eyes wide and bulging, hair a mess as it hung messily over his face.
He was breathing deeply, teeth clamped down, he stared at the person he had considered melting-THAT BLACK.

There he was laughing as he looked at Severus through a window! Irately, Severus Snape stood up, glared at him, then swiped up his things that were scattered on the ground.

Hopefully tomorrow would be a better day.