Okay so here it goes. Hopefully the start of something great. For the longest time I have LOVED Snape mentors Harry fanfictions, and though I took a lengthy break from writing, I continued to read fanfiction. I am so excited to be back and hopefully better than ever (with all these english classes i've been taking in school I better be or else i'm gonna fight someone). Anyway I hope all you lovely humans will enjoy this story I like to call an adventure. Please leave comments, constructive criticism or anything you want to say. I love feedback and interaction. Well let's go, we gotta get this greasy git to develop some feelings.

Chapter 1: Learn His Place

Severus POV:

I sigh as I feel a headache worm its way into my brain, grasping at the corners, filling every crack and crevice with its vicious throbbing. I look down at the seemingly continuously increasing stack of third year parchments, essays measuring how much information the little brats had retained from previous years. Most of them, not surprising in the least, had somehow managed to forget every twinge of information, every parcel of instruction I had lodged into their insolent brains the past two years, and had come back to Hogwarts on the first day of classes knowing about as much as a muggle born first year.

This, however I was accustomed to. The young students here at Hogwarts seemed unable to value any information that did not relate to quidditch or muggle pop stars. It wasn't until the students aged and matured that they recognized and appreciated the art of magic. To these third years, magic was simply a wave of a wand that turned on the light or cleaned up a mess, or heaven forbid, a way to harm other students.

These thoughts ran through my head, propelling my headache.

I have half a mind to throw the wretched parchments on the floor and retire to my rooms with a dreamless sleep potion. I'm going to need all the rest I can get tomorrow as I tackle day two.

As I think of tomorrow, a second thought, in no way helping my headache, flitters across my mind.

Tomorrow is the first years first Gryffindor- Slytherin potions lesson.

I sigh once again, wondering how the lesson will play out.

Without a doubt there will be the usual bickering and snide comments, bouncing between houses, and what can you expect with a rivalry going on a thousand years. My only hope, fleeting as though it may be, is that the first years will have not yet grasped the full rivalry. They have only been here 24 hours, and perhaps they have not picked up on the house divides to the fullest extent. I haven't the time for their insolence, nor do I wish to hear their whiny voices defending or putting down a house they have been in for a day as if they were lifelong members sworn to defend it. That's not to say I dont strongly agree with house pride and loyalty, I value it above most things, however not from bratty first years who have yet to learn the name of who even founded the very house they reside in.

Even as I think this, however, I remember a few individuals who will be in that class, and none of them comfort me in the notion that tomorrow's lesson will run peacefully.

Draco Malfoy, my godson.

I care for the boy, surprisingly enough. He is perhaps the only other person in this world that receives my concern. However horrible I consider his father, I feel as there is still time to reverse Lucius' work and convince Draco to turn away from the dark side. Do not mistake my words, my godson is a brat. Completely spoiled with an air of superiority, something I hope to fix while he is one of my snakes.

I do recall there being a Weasley in the mix as well. Another good-for-nothing redhaired Gryffindor spawn running amuck. Weasley's are nothing but trouble and after teaching those wretched twins, I wish more than anything to banish every Weasley to an inescapable island.

Then of course, Harry Potter.

My blood run cold at the thought of the child soon to be in my presence. The exact replica of James. I knew this day would come eventually, that I couldn't escape the Potter's forever. Now the pampered prat is here at Hogwarts, taunting me with his very existence.

Suddenly a smirk that could rival the Dark Lord himself makes its way onto my face.

Let him try one thing, I say to myself, any of them, and there will be nothing I shall enjoy more than deducting points from each of them and awarding them uncountable detentions.

I won't let the Potter get away with his usual charades. Here is not a mega superstar, waited upon hand and foot like his family does.

I will be sure he learns his place.

Okay so yes it is a bit boring and slow but I had to set the scene. I'm glad to be back so R&R and I will get another chapter up ASAP. Check out my other stores as well as I will be completing them! Lots of Love.

-Mack