My first Harry Potter fic.
Taking place during the third book.
I am open to constructive critisism, and suggestions about grammar, spelling and plot.
You should have been mine
Severus Snape slowly walked in between the rows of sleeping children, occasional stopping to observe the random boy or girl who seemed to have trouble sleeping in the Great Hall. A few moments of the potion masters stare made most cease fidgeting, mainly in silent terror. After insuring that the restless student was quiet, he would soundlessly stroll on. Black had still not been apprehended, but it could not be long. If the man was foolish enough to break into Hogwarts itself, it should not be much trouble for the dementors to find him. Snape pursed his thin lips in a wry smile, he hoped that he would get the chance to se his old tormenter in the grasp of the foul creatures, just once be able to se the despair in that face that so often had laughed at Severus's own anguish.
He had reached the Gryffindor once again. And Potter as well. Snape felt his smile falter, Potter. He stopped at the boy, who was nearly hidden in between the sleeping bags of his friends. The Boy Who Lived looked so much like his departed father. The same unruly hair, the deft hands, the same intolerable smug smile when he thought himself safe, the same uncontrolled temper and disregard of rules and proper behaviour. Severus scowled. But the eyes, those clear green eyes that sparkled with kindness and concern for his friends. Those where the eyes of his mother, sweet Lily. Even after all those years, the loss of her felt like a blow to the gut. Snape closed his eyes, forcing back the wave of dizzying feelings. As he opened them again, he looked at the boy with blank eyes. It could have been so different, if it hadn't been for that cursed Potter, the world could have been so different. It should have been different. Now he stared intensely at Harry, the boy having rolled over in his sleep, revealing his face.
Severus carefully looked around, most of the other teachers was in the far corners of the Great Hall. Then he slowly leaned closer to the boy, studying the face with intent. Yes, it should have been much different, if just… Severus focused all his attention on the boy's face, carefully changing the features in his minds eye. If the skin was a tat paler, the lips thinner. The hair would still be black, but not as unruly, strait, and thin, lying against the boy's temple like a soft curtain, the nose a little sharper. But still keeping the soft brow of his mother, then yes. Snape finished the mental image of the boy's face. Not Potter, but Snape. Harry was surely her choice of name, did she not once say that she found it a good name for a boy? Harry Snape. How it should have been.
Severus Snape placed the image deep inside his memory and abruptly turned around, continuing his round. He only gave the boy a passing glance as he walked by.