Disclaimer: Not Mine
A/N: Views expressed are solely Snape's. I myself am a believer in the one true way and as such adore both Remus and Sirius, and I'm fairly fuzzy toward James and Lily as well.
They've clearly told Potter all the stupid assumptions they had as to why I hate them. The first of which is the most absurd, that I was in love with his mother. I don't deny she was a fetching creature with that dark red hair and those shockingly green eyes. But she was also a mudblood and far below my mere consideration, let alone my affection.
There next assumption, while still laughable is a bit more plausible. They think I may have been in love with Lupin. I don't deny that he too is fetching with those haunting amber eyes. But why would I have noticed at the time when I had a Malfoy waiting for me in my bed? No I was not in love with the werewolf either. Which rules out another of their theories, that I was jealous of Black. Yes he was better looking, I'm man enough to admit it, but the fact that he tied himself to a dark creature proves me the better man, then and now.
Nor was I jealous of Potter and his ability to fly about like some sort of fool. I was never talented on a broom, in the least. I didn't begrudge anyone their skills. Mine happened to be at the cauldron making potions. I didn't care that Potter was talented with a broom. Now if the muggle loving fool had topped me in potions that would have been a different matter. The fact that a third of the girls in the school followed him like puppies was disgusting but what matter was it to me, I didn't fancy girls to begin with.
They think they know me so well but they're wrong. But they are right about one thing. I hated them. I still hate them. But not because of silly romantic notions or idiotic shows of skill. No I hate them because the lot of them always come out on top so easily. They stand on the shoulders of other and claim the end result as their own. No one questioned it, they were perfect, who needed to doubt them? But Me they questioned every step of the way. Honestly is it my fault I look the part of a vampire? That I'm ambitious?
I fought for every accomplishment. I did every bit of it myself. And what did it get me in the end? Suspicion, a dark mark, and a chance to risk my life for people who hated me. I'm bitter, that much is true. But not because they had everything. Never because of what they had. I'm bitter because them having it made it so much clearer that I never could, that I never will.
I'm bitter that Potter has it even easier than they did. That I have to see that year after year. That he gets to sit there looking on me with pity as if he knows me. Who is he to pity me? The son of a mudblood and a prima donna sitting there like he is the end all and be all of judgment on this earth and striking out at him only makes him worse.