Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any other characters from the series. That right goes to J.K. Rowling, and I'm in no form whatsoever making profit from this, it is purely written for entertainment.

A frustrated eleven year old sat in the middle of a large four poster bed trying in vain to write god-knows-what on a slightly crumpled piece of parchment. Every few minutes the boy would stop to reread what he wrote, scowl and proceed to scratch out his last few words. As time passed, his writing became more illegible, his tight grip on the parchment doing nothing but crumpling it even more. His frustration showing through as the quill he used the write poked a whole in the now tattered parchment.

Closing his eyes the boy took several calming breaths before proceeding to crumple up the parchment and throwing it into a now increasingly large pile. Rolling off the bed he dug through a small trunk, managing to dislocate everything from their neat and proper pile. Grabbing the pack of parchments he slammed the trunk close, before proceeding to climb onto the bed to finish his previous task.

Emerald eyes blazed as he tried to dictate his thoughts on the parchment once more, clearly displeased at the results. If one were to casually glance at the piece of parchment held in the strong grip of the puny child, they would be quite surprised at the words written.

Indeed the child had decided to write a letter to one of the most hateful and snarky men in the entire magical world.

His words were as followed:

Dear Professor Snape,

I know that, for whatever reasons, you aren't fond of me. But despite this I'm still writing to you due to the events that occurred earlier this school year. I- my friends still think that you had something to do with the Sorcerer's stone but I think that they're wrong. I'm not trying to pry Sir, your reasons are your own and to be honest I really don't want detention for the rest of my natural life but I just wanted to ask… well, are you okay? I know it's a stupid reason to write a letter, and you're probably sneering at the question and calling me a dunderhead but I know how much it hurts to keep your pain silent. I- I just wanted to say thank you, for trying to stop Quirell from killing me during the Quiddiitch match, and well sorry about your robes. Umm, I would of course love to say this to you personally but… I don't think you would…concur. Anyways, I'm sorry for whatever I did to make you hate me, and well I look forward to potions, it's almost like cooking and I'm pretty good at that. Well, have a good summer and… see you next year…hopefully.

Harry P.

The boy, Harry, reread the letter nodding in satisfaction, he highly doubted that he would actually have the courage to send it but, at the very least, it made him feel less guilty about the whole thinking Snape was evil situation. Gathering his writing utensils from the bed he folded the letter and slipped it between his potions book, in an attempt to try and give it to the Professor before he returned to the Dursley's. Shuddering at the though of what would be in store for him once he returned, he proceeded to prepare for bed, praying that their would be no nightmares to torment him tonight. Unfortunately for the boy, he was sorely mistaken…

The next day, after a night of tormenting dreams and broken sobs a small figure made his way into the Great Hall for breakfast. Ignoring the persistent questions of his friends, he kept his eyes trained on the Potions Master and the staff table, averting his eyes every time said Master glanced in his direction. Clutching the book close to his chest, he attempted to block out the nauseating smell of all the breakfast delights; even after a year of good food his stomach was still far too delicate for him to eat much in the early hours. Seeing the Potions Master discreetly exit the hall, he scrambled up, ignoring his friends in the process, and rushed out to follow. In his attempt to find his Professor, he was unable to prevent himself from crashing into a strong, dark figure.

"Mr. Potter 10 points from Gryffindor for running in the halls," Sneered the harsh Professor.

"Sir," the breathless boy began, "I- I umm well I…"

"Spit it out, you foolish child," Snape snapped growing impatient at the bumbling boy.

"I- I, never mind sir, sorry for crashing into you," the child murmured his so-called Gryffindor courage failing him spectacularly. Unknown to him however, a folded up piece of parchment slipped out from in between his potion's book, landing by the feet of the still sneering adult.

"Mr. Potter, 10 points for littering," He called out, but Mr. Potter was long gone rushing off after his murmured words, so the Professor could not criticize him on his lack of speech.

Curious, Severus Snape picked up the crumpled parchment, disgust being the most prominent emotion to grace his features. As he uncurled and skimmed the parchment, this disgust faded as his eyebrows shot up. As he came across a particular section of the short letter, shock and a hint of suspicion flickered in his obsidian eyes before his carefully constructed mask once again snapped into place.

Spinning around, the robes of Severus Snape billowed behind him as he made his way towards the dungeons. Indeed, he mused, it seems as if there was more to Mr. Potter than what he has previously believed. Sitting down at his old, paper cluttered, mahogany desk, Severus pulled out a piece of parchment and spent the remainder of breakfast attempting to write a response to the boy-who-lived, and wondering how exactly he was going to get the damned note to the bloody dunderhead before he left for his relatives the following morning. After all, subtlety was definitely not a Gryffindor trait.

It's too bad that poor Severus didn't know that although Mr. Potter may be in the house of the lion, at heart he was very much a snake. After all, the best Slytherins are those who you least expect.

Authors Note: This was just an idea that came out of the blue. Although it was intended to be a one-shot, that no longer seems to be the case. I'm not exactly sure where I'm going to go with this so please bear with me, and I'll apologized in advance if any of the characters, seem out of character.