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Chapter 1: I Hate You

" 20 points from Gryffindore, thanks to Mr. Potter." Snape said behind his desk, smirking.

" What did I do?" Harry was just doing his potion. He wasn't breaking school rules, for now.

" 5 more points from Gryffindore for arguing with a teacher!"

" But I…"

" Shut it, Harry." Ron whispered. " No point in fighting when you know he'll win."

" He's a prat." Harry sulked. Too bad Snape heard.

" To the Headmaster, Potter." He spat. Harry got up, grabbed his books and left. Better to be with Dumbledore than Snape.

" Harry, so nice to see you. But I bet you didn't come here just to visit your Headmaster, did you?"

" Snape sent me." Harry sat down in one of Dumbledore's chairs.

" Professor Snape, Harry." Dumbledore said calmly. After a few moments of silence he asked " Why were you sent here?"

" I was apparently disrupting the class by sitting there quietly and doing my work, sir." Harry said through clenched teeth. He really hated Snape and there was no doubt that Snape hated him. " Why does he hate me so much?" Harry thought out loud.

" I do not believe Professor Snape hates you, Harry."

" Yeah, and pigs fly." Harry snorted.

" They can with the right charm or potion." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. " You are dismissed, go to your next class."

In the Great Hall Harry, Ron, and Hermione were eating their dinner.

" He hates me!"

" Maybe you need to just get to know him better." Hermione suggested.

" And how do I do that? Just go up to him and go ' Hey professor, I was thinking, I want to get to know you so maybe I'll know why you hate me so much'? I can see it now. He'll hex me into the next century!"

" Go ask Professor Dumbledore what to do. He knows everything." Ron said trying not to let the food in his mouth spill on the table.

" Maybe."

" Professor Dumbledore? May I have a word with you?" Harry asked the next day at breakfast time.

" Of course, Harry. What do you need?"

" IwanttogettoknowSnape."

" Pardon?"

" I was thinking and, well, I thought it would be a good idea to get to know how Snape… runs." Harry said with a sigh. " I honestly don't know how to though."

" Which is where I come in." Dumbledore smiled. " Meet me outside of Professor Snape's classroom at midnight."

" Sir, that's past curfew. And wouldn't Professor Snape be a little upset we're around his place so late?"

" I'm the Headmaster, you won't get into trouble with me around. And for the Professor Snape matter, he will not be in the castle. Visiting a sick relative for a couple of days."

"He's missing classes?" Harry said excitedly.

" He'll be back when the weekend is over."

" Oh."

" I'll see you tonight, Harry."

" Walking down to Snape's rooms. Gunna find out why he's an asshole. Going to Snape's rooms. Gunna find out why there's a stick up his…" Harry sang but was cut off by the site of Dumbledore.

" Nice song, come along." They walked into Snape's classroom then into his little living room.

" Black leather. How Snapey of him." Harry said, looking around. The only colors there were- yes, you guessed it pink and purple! JUST JOKING! Just making sure you were paying attention.

" Come over here, Harry." Dumbledore said holding a glass ball. A pensieve. Snape's pensieve.

" Are we going into Snape's memories?"

" Yes." Dumbledore said setting Snape's ball-o-memories on the nearest table. " Let's go!" With that Dumbledore and Harry were off to see Snape's memories.

This is just a little thing I wrote becuase I was seriously bored. It will not be long!