NOTE: I do not own any of these people or places etc. How I wish I did, but J.K. Rowling's the lucky one there.
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"Would you like something from the trolley, dear?"
Severus stared up at the woman pushing a food cart. His dark eyes flicked to the stacks of cauldron cakes and tall bottles of pumpkin juice. He was thirsty, and his small lunch had worn itself out.
Putting on a begrudging look, he muttered, "No. I'm fine."
As soon as the trolley woman has trundled out of sight, Severus took a small book out of his pocket. The faded lettering read: 'Hogwarts, A History'. Severus needed all the information about this place if he was to succeed in becoming a teacher here someday in the future- his childhood fantasy. His father had dissmissed this request with a wave of his hand, saying that "the Snape family had never become anything but owners of the Snape apothecary". Severus would change this, though. He deserved more than to follow his disgraceful family's traditions- he was a Snape by name only, and in his opinion, he was not related to his father and his forefathers... yet nothing could erase the fact that he was his father's son. The sad truth.
Suddenly, a knock on the train compartment door broke into Severus's thoughts. He waited a moment, considering whether to let the person in or not. He may as well, it could be another first-year to be like himself.
"Come in," he said.
The door slid open and in stepped a boy with unruly black hair and round glasses. "Hi, I'm James. James Potter," the boy said, immediately sitting down opposite Severus. Severus frowned slightly... the boy did not even ask if he was welcome.
"Severus," he muttered, pocketing his book.
James grinned at him. "What're you reading for? We'll have plenty of time to do that in class. Oh well, freedom can't last forever."
Severus's lips thinned. He remained silent. After a long pause, he asked, "Are you a first-year also?"
James nodded. "I hope I'm in Gryffindor. My father was a Gryffindor, and my grandparents. Come to think of it, all my family were Gryffindors. You could say I'm the heir of Gryffindor, if you wanted!" He laughed at this.
"Charming." Severus was increasingly disliking this James Potter. He seemed rather big-headed, and that rubbish about Gryffindor. As if it were something to be proud of, which of course it wasn't. More like humiliating.
"Well, I'm getting changed. I asked around, and the older students say that we're probably going to arrive in ten minutes or so... see you later, Septerus!" James stood and walked out the door, leaving Severus sneering after him.
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Sorry it's short, but a lot of chapters are going to make up for that. Please review! Another chapter coming if I get, oh let's say, two reviews. Heehee.
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"Would you like something from the trolley, dear?"
Severus stared up at the woman pushing a food cart. His dark eyes flicked to the stacks of cauldron cakes and tall bottles of pumpkin juice. He was thirsty, and his small lunch had worn itself out.
Putting on a begrudging look, he muttered, "No. I'm fine."
As soon as the trolley woman has trundled out of sight, Severus took a small book out of his pocket. The faded lettering read: 'Hogwarts, A History'. Severus needed all the information about this place if he was to succeed in becoming a teacher here someday in the future- his childhood fantasy. His father had dissmissed this request with a wave of his hand, saying that "the Snape family had never become anything but owners of the Snape apothecary". Severus would change this, though. He deserved more than to follow his disgraceful family's traditions- he was a Snape by name only, and in his opinion, he was not related to his father and his forefathers... yet nothing could erase the fact that he was his father's son. The sad truth.
Suddenly, a knock on the train compartment door broke into Severus's thoughts. He waited a moment, considering whether to let the person in or not. He may as well, it could be another first-year to be like himself.
"Come in," he said.
The door slid open and in stepped a boy with unruly black hair and round glasses. "Hi, I'm James. James Potter," the boy said, immediately sitting down opposite Severus. Severus frowned slightly... the boy did not even ask if he was welcome.
"Severus," he muttered, pocketing his book.
James grinned at him. "What're you reading for? We'll have plenty of time to do that in class. Oh well, freedom can't last forever."
Severus's lips thinned. He remained silent. After a long pause, he asked, "Are you a first-year also?"
James nodded. "I hope I'm in Gryffindor. My father was a Gryffindor, and my grandparents. Come to think of it, all my family were Gryffindors. You could say I'm the heir of Gryffindor, if you wanted!" He laughed at this.
"Charming." Severus was increasingly disliking this James Potter. He seemed rather big-headed, and that rubbish about Gryffindor. As if it were something to be proud of, which of course it wasn't. More like humiliating.
"Well, I'm getting changed. I asked around, and the older students say that we're probably going to arrive in ten minutes or so... see you later, Septerus!" James stood and walked out the door, leaving Severus sneering after him.
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Sorry it's short, but a lot of chapters are going to make up for that. Please review! Another chapter coming if I get, oh let's say, two reviews. Heehee.
