:) Had fun writing this one. As always, credit goes to JKR. Please review, I need encouragement to update more. :D -Delia
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Like his Father
Snape sat at the High Table, brooding and glaring at the son of James Potter walking to the Gryffindor table after being sorted. So, the famous Harry Potter was to follow his father. He even looked like him. Potter was the man responsible for making him miserable for so many years, the man he hated more than any other. And now his son was here, no doubt to make Snape relive his gloomy days as a student here and victim to Potters' bullying. The odious man.
And yet, Snape owed it to Dumbledore that he would look after Harry Potter. He was the child of Lily as well, after all. So far he saw nothing of her in him. But Lily, oh Lily. He would never forgive himself for revealing what he did to the Dark Lord. It cost Lily her life, and it was his fault. His only friend, dead at his expense. And he was expected to look after her child, the only one who survived, the one Lily died for, a concept Snape didn't fully understand.
Yes, it would be hard for Snape to watch her son. He would see the result of his mistakes, like a slap in the face every time he thought of him. Harry represented what Snape didn't have. He didn't have Lily to love, to receive her love. It was painful to bear, even now, and there were seven more years of teaching this Potter kid. Oh look, his first lesson was with Harry's class. Slap.
He knew it was not the child's fault he had such a git of a father. But nevertheless, it was no doubt that we would be similar, if not no different. So Snape would see at the lesson what the boy was like and go from there.
He marched into the classroom; and the heads of the children followed him and the talking ceased. Snape almost smiled. (Almost) Hardly a day into the school and he had the students fully disciplined. He gave roll call and lingered upon Potter's name.
"Ah I see, Mr. Potter- Our new celebrity" he sneered. A few of the Slytherins tittered.
He began his usual start of course speech, listing the glories of potion-making and what you can go, keeping part of his attention on Potter. Now was the time to test the boy.
"Potter!" he barked, and asked a question from the middle of the first year Potions book, something he knew Potter would not know. And he didn't. Two more questions followed, both received with a blank stare and a curt, "I don't know Sir." The insolent boy. He was nothing like his mother; it was all his father in there. The boy was exactly like his father, but now the tables were turned; Snape was the one with the power, and there no doubt he would make Potter know that.
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