The Severus Chronicles
Hello all! Didja miss me? I didn't think so. Well, anyway, here is a little fic about, well guess who! MWPP time. By the way, for all of you original story writers, a few of my friends are doing a zine. If you have any original stories or artwork or poetry (pretty much anything!) you want published, send it to basheepworld@hotmail.com mailto:basheepworld@hotmail.com. If that doesn't work try baasheepworld@hotmail.com mailto:baasheepworld@hotmail.com. Note: ORIGINAL work, no fics. Anyway, Read on!
August 30th
I am only writing in you out of necessity. If I don't, father will have my head. Anyway, I don't see the point in introducing myself, but I will do it anyway, because I have no life, nothing better to do, and because I will look back on this and laugh in a few years anyway, and will want to know how old I was when I wrote this piece of garbage. Severus Snape, age 10 and a quarter, future Hogwarts student (1 more day!), and brilliant genius. I am excited about Hogwarts. I know 43 curses, 12 potions, and 10 little useful spells. I will be in Slytherin, and have snuck in a snake as a pet. Father knows, but doesn't care, mother hates me anyway, and all the servants know I am master and could get them fired so they don't say anything. This diary will supposedly chronicle my life at Hogwarts, if I don't get frustrated and throw it down the toilet first.
September 1st, On the Hogwarts Express
I can't believe I'm finally here! Well, not quite, but close enough. I met a few children, and found only one that met my standards for a potential friend. Katrina. She is sitting in front of me, and reading up on the jelly-legs curse. I like her already. A fat boy and a rather pretty girl with red hair are also in my compartment. The girl with red hair seemed friendly, and I almost talked to her, when the food cart came and seeing the Chocolate Frogs and Pumpkin Juice, she gasped and asked for fries and a coke. I realized she was a mud-blood, and disgusted, turned away. We will be pulling into the station soon, so I'd better go. Besides, the girl in front of me caught me reading over her shoulder and I am very worried that she will hex me. I'll be ready though, I'll be ready.
Same day, but at night,
I'm in Slytherin (duh!). The girl in front did hex me, I hexed her back, and now we are best friends who will be sharing a detention for fighting. C'est la vie. The feast was good, although our headmaster is insane, and I'm convinced that the professors pumpkin juice was spiked, because there were some very tipsy professors, as well as some all-to-innocent looking students. Oh well, I'd better go to sleep. Classes start tomorrow, I think
September 2nd
My detention is to be Sunday, a week from tomorrow. Defense against the dark arts seems to me to be the most pointless class ever in existence, with the possible exception of History of Magic. The only thing that makes History of Magic better is that Katrina sits next to me. I do NOT have a crush on her, it's just that she makes class so much more interesting. Did you know that it's possible to turn a ghost rainbow-colored? I didn't, until Katrina showed me. Professor Binns is quite angry, though he cannot identify the culprint. Transfiguration will be challenging, but could turn out to be one of my favorite classes. The only problem with it is that the teacher is the head of Gryffindor, which is our enemy house. That is the only reason why potions isn't my favorite class. We have it with the Gryffindors. The mudblood and the fat kid were both made Griffindors as well as a boy with hair that he didn't bother to comb and his crony. Well, I have a History of magic test tomorrow and I haven't exactly read the textbook- at all, so I'd better go do that. Bye for now.
Hello all! Didja miss me? I didn't think so. Well, anyway, here is a little fic about, well guess who! MWPP time. By the way, for all of you original story writers, a few of my friends are doing a zine. If you have any original stories or artwork or poetry (pretty much anything!) you want published, send it to basheepworld@hotmail.com mailto:basheepworld@hotmail.com. If that doesn't work try baasheepworld@hotmail.com mailto:baasheepworld@hotmail.com. Note: ORIGINAL work, no fics. Anyway, Read on!
August 30th
I am only writing in you out of necessity. If I don't, father will have my head. Anyway, I don't see the point in introducing myself, but I will do it anyway, because I have no life, nothing better to do, and because I will look back on this and laugh in a few years anyway, and will want to know how old I was when I wrote this piece of garbage. Severus Snape, age 10 and a quarter, future Hogwarts student (1 more day!), and brilliant genius. I am excited about Hogwarts. I know 43 curses, 12 potions, and 10 little useful spells. I will be in Slytherin, and have snuck in a snake as a pet. Father knows, but doesn't care, mother hates me anyway, and all the servants know I am master and could get them fired so they don't say anything. This diary will supposedly chronicle my life at Hogwarts, if I don't get frustrated and throw it down the toilet first.
September 1st, On the Hogwarts Express
I can't believe I'm finally here! Well, not quite, but close enough. I met a few children, and found only one that met my standards for a potential friend. Katrina. She is sitting in front of me, and reading up on the jelly-legs curse. I like her already. A fat boy and a rather pretty girl with red hair are also in my compartment. The girl with red hair seemed friendly, and I almost talked to her, when the food cart came and seeing the Chocolate Frogs and Pumpkin Juice, she gasped and asked for fries and a coke. I realized she was a mud-blood, and disgusted, turned away. We will be pulling into the station soon, so I'd better go. Besides, the girl in front of me caught me reading over her shoulder and I am very worried that she will hex me. I'll be ready though, I'll be ready.
Same day, but at night,
I'm in Slytherin (duh!). The girl in front did hex me, I hexed her back, and now we are best friends who will be sharing a detention for fighting. C'est la vie. The feast was good, although our headmaster is insane, and I'm convinced that the professors pumpkin juice was spiked, because there were some very tipsy professors, as well as some all-to-innocent looking students. Oh well, I'd better go to sleep. Classes start tomorrow, I think
September 2nd
My detention is to be Sunday, a week from tomorrow. Defense against the dark arts seems to me to be the most pointless class ever in existence, with the possible exception of History of Magic. The only thing that makes History of Magic better is that Katrina sits next to me. I do NOT have a crush on her, it's just that she makes class so much more interesting. Did you know that it's possible to turn a ghost rainbow-colored? I didn't, until Katrina showed me. Professor Binns is quite angry, though he cannot identify the culprint. Transfiguration will be challenging, but could turn out to be one of my favorite classes. The only problem with it is that the teacher is the head of Gryffindor, which is our enemy house. That is the only reason why potions isn't my favorite class. We have it with the Gryffindors. The mudblood and the fat kid were both made Griffindors as well as a boy with hair that he didn't bother to comb and his crony. Well, I have a History of magic test tomorrow and I haven't exactly read the textbook- at all, so I'd better go do that. Bye for now.