This story has been adopted from AHBK1, I will do my best to write a story worthy of you as the reader and of AHBK1 as the original author. On that note I sadly do not own Harry Potter or any of the Potter Universe and characters contained within. I am only playing with J.K. Rowling's universe and characters. I hope you enjoy.
A.N-I try not to put author notes into my stories I find them disruptive to the story, but I feel I must apologize for the long wait. My family had been hit with influenza this past week with a little pneumonia mixed in for flavor. With my Husband and my youngest in the youngest sent to the hospital I simply have not had time to think let alone write.
Chapter Six-The Sixth Sketch
The next sketch nearly made Snape snarl and spew vitriol in such a way as to make him appear uncouth. The damn brat was challenging him! Him! Who would dare question him? The picture in and of itself was fine, he supposed grudgingly. But the title, that damn title incriminated him.
The Bully and The Bullied; it said.
The picture was a hastily draw sketch of a tearful Longbottom huddled behind his cauldron. He was towering over the boy, his body language angry and contemptuous, and his face gleefully malicious. The rest of the students looked on sympathetic but frightened and unwilling to interrupt. Surely he wasn't truly like that? Surely he wasn't seen so badly?
Oh sure, he knew he was called the bat of the dungeons, the vampire of Slytherin. But no one had overtly criticized him. It was ridiculous to think that people truly hated him. Wasn't it?
Snape stood there, his thoughts racing around, surely only the pathetic Hufflepuff's thought him overly harsh. It had been years since anyone had said anything against his methods. Surely he wasn't that bad. Longbottom was a coward and an idiot, he didn't know right from left.
Feeling justified, Snape snatched the parchment down and stalked inside, more than willing to look over the brat's impudence for now. After all he had to favor the Slytherins, if only to save his own skin from the Dark Lord when he returned.
Severus sighed finally thinking that maybe the brat may have a point. He was unnaturally harsh to the other students if he was completely honest with himself. But he did have good reason, he decided. Thus he seated himself behind his desk feeling vindicated and justified in his behavior. It wasn't as though the students complained after all, he thought to himself mildly.