Severus: The Hogwarts Express

NOTICE: IM NOT JK ROWLING. IM JUST A FAN. ALL IDEAS ABOUT HARRY POTTER ARE CREDITED TO HER.

People swarmed the small platform, pushing and shoving in the dim morning light. It was hard to see where to go; what to do. And it was noisy. One could hardly hear themselves think, much less try to talk to anyone. Luckily for one young man, there was no one to talk to.

A boy sat alone on his trunk, looking at his oddly-large feet. His long, black hair (which hung down by his shoulders) covered his face almost completely. He did not look up as any one passed, but kept to his little spot on the platform.

Finally, when the black and red chain blew a whistle of warning, and there was a clear opening to the entrance, the young boy grabbed his black trunk and set off at a run. When he reached the front, he climbed on just as the conductor closed the door behind him.

The conductor smiled at him, but he did not smile back. He merely turned and began his trip to the end of the train, in which he always sat.

People hollered and laughed, talking merrily to each other. Paper airplanes flew through the air and past the boy's greasy head. He walked quickly, trying to get to the back before anyone noticed him.

By the time the Hogwarts Express lurched into motion, the boy had already made it to the last car. Hardly any of the booths were open to sit. But, the boy distinctly saw bright red, curly hair in one of the front rows. His heart skipped a beet and he smiled, walking up to the booth.

The first person he saw was exactly who he wanted to sitting in the booth. Lily Evans, with her beautiful red hair, green eyes and cute nose. He smiled, about to walk up, then stopped. She was holding hands with someone who was sitting across from her. His heart leapt to his throat and his face flushed with anger.

As he kept walking, he felt himself loose control. Because she was hold hands with his worst enemy. James Potter, the boy he loathed the most, was holding hands with his closest friend and crush. He felt his long nostrils flare just by looking at the scene. And James' friends sat around them; Peter Pettingrew, Remus Lupin and horrible Sirius Black. He loathed the lot of them.

Then Lily looked up and saw him standing in the shadows. Her face dropped, but she didn't stop holding hands with James. The boy didn't even get a to look at her again, because just then, someone called his name.

"Severus! Hey, Severus! Over here!" He turned and saw a girl waving frantically at him to come over. He huffed and walked to the very last booth on the train.

There sat only two people. A boy with long, dark chocolate hair and the same color eyes. And there was a very pretty girl with very curly black hair up in a pony tail, green eyes, heavy eyelids and high cheekbones. The girl looked up at Severus with a large, wild smile, her eyes glinting oddly.

Severus looked down at his two closest friends (besides Lily, of course) at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Rodulfus Lestrange was very shabby looking as though he had been living in a box for the last three months. His hair was messy and his clothing looked distraught. While the girl, Bellatrix Black, seemed to be the happiest person alive. Then again, she usually did.

She shrieked with delight, bouncing up and down on her seat. "I've missed you, Snivilous!"

Severus grunted as he sat down next to Rodulfus. It was Bella who had made up the horrid nickname of Snivilous for him, which Potter and his friends called him annually. But Snape did not share his hatred for the name to them, it would through Bella into a fit. No; he only confided this in Lily.

Just thinking of her made his face burn in anger. He felt a fire to look back at her and maybe yell, but he didn't even turn around. Instead, he stared out of the window next to him and watched as the trees passed at a blurring speed. He tried to forget her, but just couldn't. She had been the closest person to family he had ever had for the longest time, and now she had just stabbed him in the back. Or, the heart was more like it.

The booth was quite as the train continued along the tracks. No one looked at each other. Snape was looking out the window, Bella was staring down at her twiddling (an slightly shaking) thumbs and Rodulfus was reading the Standard Book of Spells, Level 7.

The sun was high in the sky when someone finally spoke. But it wasn't one of the three. The compartment door slid open to reveal a sneering James. The other three boys were standing behind him. Severus had his arms crossed, Peter was shaking with anticipation and Remus looked as though he wanted to be anywhere then there.

"Hello, Snevilous," sneered James, his glassing handing low on his nose. Snape scowled at him, his lungs burning and his veins pumping with a pure hatred. He stared up at James, feeling more hatred then he had ever towards him. He was the one who had taking Lily from Severus, and Snape wasn't about to sit around and not do anything.

He shot to his feet and glared at him, his pale fists clenched. Through gritted teeth, Severus growled, "Get out." His voice was filled with a venom, and for a moment it seemed Potter was taken aback. Then he caught himself and tosses his hair back like he always did.

"Oh, I'm so scared. Does Snape not like me now? I'm so hurt," The three boys (Lupin just looked away) laughed at this as though it was even funny. Snaps only gritted his teeth to the point were it hurt.

"Get-Out," Severus repeated. His face burned with rage and his mind could not focus on anything but the four people in the doorway.

"Or what? You're going to grease us to death?" James asked, and he began to comb through his hair mockingly. The boys all laughed. But that pushed Snape over the edge.

He whipped out his wand and pointed it at his throat. James sucked in breath in shock, but then there was a slight rippling of cloaks and, looking around, Snape discovered that everyone had their wands out.

Sirius was pointed at Bella, who pointed right back and Rodulfus was up against both Lupin and Pettingrew. But Snape didn't care. All his hatred has burst threw and he was determined to teach Potter some manners.

"Expeli-"began James, but Snape cut him off.

"Silensio!" Snape yelled, and James continued his incantation, only no words came out. Nothing happened. A cruel smile began to spread across Severus' face. He had done it; he had defeated James Potter.

But just then, something bright and yellow shot covered his vision and pain squeezed his eyes shut. His face began to grow to an ugly bubble-like stature and the pressure felt horrible. He tried to look out through his swollen eyes to see who had shot him with a Stinging Hex. To his surprise, she saw Lupin with his wand raised towards him, steam still coming out of the end.

Then the four began to laugh again, though James did it silently. Sirius was openly pointed at him, yelling this like, "Look at the human pimple," and "Don't touch him or you'll get infected!" And Snape hear in horror as everyone in the surrounding booths were laughing. Defeated, he lowered his wand, his puffy face burning in embarrassment.

Lupin, who was not laughing, said, "Alright! That's enough! Detention for you three," he pointed at Severus, Rodulfus and Bella, "And you three," he pointed at James, Sirius and Peter. "And-me," He added, pointing to himself.

"What? Come on! We was just having fun!" Sirius said in protest.

Snape snuffled a laugh through his slowly closing throat. He pointed hat his face. "Do I look like I'm having FUN?"

Lupin ignored him. "Sorry, Sirius. But it's my job as a prefect to keep order. So, detention for all of you."

The boys groaned, and moved back to their booth, but Snape was frozen in his spot. He couldn't make himself sit down. Lily had been standing behind James so he could not see her. Now she stared at him in disbelief. She looked as though she was going to cry.

He couldn't look away; he was still angry to the very pit of his stomach. "What are you looking at?" He growled at her. She jumped in fright, then scurried away back to her booth.

Very slowly, Snape sunk down back into his seat. He was exhausted, but his hatred was still bubbling greatly inside him.

"Well," Bella said finally. "That was fun."