Snape POV
The class of second years thundered out of my dungeon and back to the surface. I had just finished a class of Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, which were much more relaxing then teaching Gryffindor and Slytherin. If a Hufflepuff messed up (which was often) they could just get help from a Ravenclaw, no need for me to get involved. Although, I had to really, being the teacher. I stalked out of the room, rubbing my temples. In my last class a boy had blew up there entire section of the class room he was in, and it toke forever to clean. Before that I had an uneventful class of fourth years, but before that was Evan Potter and her band of Grffyindor Gorillas.
Her and those Weasley twins would give her father and his friends a run for their money, to bad the fool died before she could give him his payback for being so troublesome as a kid. Now I had to deal with him reincaranted, only there are two of them now. Harry Potter is just as bad as his sister.
The last couple of months had been rather quiet in Evan Potter's class, with her and George Weasley not talking. I knew all about that, even though I hadn't had connections when I was a student, I have them now. I also know that the Robins boy is gay. I caught him and a Gryffindor sixth year snogging in a broom closet near the beginning of the year. My only response was to slam the door shut in their flustered faces and take away thirty points from both of their houses, for the horrible scene I had to witness. But now they were talking again, things were double as worse as it had been beforehand. It was as if they were trying to catch up with all the they time wasted that could've been used on pranking. It only rests my soul that at least Black got had to raise the kids, so he'd know what its like to put up with a child like that.
Another curious thing I learned about her is that she had her mother's temper. I realized this in her second year when she went off on a poor Slytherin boy who'd said the wrong thing about her mother being a mudblood. She yelled at him, cussed at him, punched him in the face, then stomped him in the balls after he'd fell over from the punch. This was the point when I stepped out from the shadows and pulled the girl off of him. I toke her down to the the hall stopped and turned to her. Her green eyes glared up at me through her glasses, expecting me to yell at her or something. When I didn't expression became one of confusion.
"Listen, I know you don't like it when people call you mother things like that, and I know it makes you really angry, but you can't just go around beating people like that, understand?"
She looked at me, gobsmacked, and nodded.
"I'm going to take away five points from Gryffindor for losing your temper, but I'm going to take away twenty from Slytherin for him saying that, okay?"
She looked even more shocked now. "Is that a joke?"
"You think it probable of me joking?"
"More probable than you saying that."
"True, now go before I change my mind."
She walked quickly in the direction of the Grffyindor Tower. Lily's fiery temper and James' troublemaking spirit, huh? he thought, Must be a real piece of work.
He still doesn't know why Ihe did that, more than likely because it was the first bit of Lily he had seen in her past appearance. Another thing he'd noticed is that the girl still hadn't noticed one of the twins had an enormous cruch on her. I think it was George? It reminded him of how Lily never suspected him of loving her.
He was then nearing a corner when he heard a familiar voice.
"Hold still, it'll be okay, just a scratch," Evan Potter.
"Ow, but it hurts!"
I sneaked a glance and saw her crouching beside a first year Hufflepuff named Ernie Macmillian. The boy appeared to have fallen down the staricase behind them.
"Come here, get on my back, I'll take you to Madame Promfrey." She looked too tiny to carry the boy on her back, but Severus knew the girl was stronger than her size suggested. The boy must've been thinking she was to tiny because he looked at her oddly before climbing on her back.
"Am I going to be okay," he asked her. "I mean, am I hurt to bad?"
"Not at all," she answered, carrying the boy towards the nurse's office. "Madame Promfrey can heal anything."
James Potter would never be the nice to a first year when he was a third year, Severus was sure of it. Another bit of Lily uncovered. He watched as she continued to reassure the boy. Ever since the second week of the girl's first year I thought I'd hate the girl's guts as much as I hated her father. Now I know I was wrong.
