A/N: I don't own ne of the harry potter characters and im not making ne
money off this fic.
Severus Snape sat at the head table in the Great Hall, barely listening to that babbling idiot beside him. He was having trouble keeping his mind set on the start of term feast. His thoughts kept being drawn to the boy at the at the Gryffindor table. The boy with the messy black hair and sparkling green eyes. Yes, he had seen those eyes before. It was Harry Potter, it had to be.
It had definitely caught him by surprise when he saw the boy enter the Great Hall with the rest off the first years, he picked him out immediately. Of course he knew that the boy would be starting school that year, the staff could barely talk about anything else.
Severus wasn't quite sure how he felt about Harry's presence. He had made a habit of not bothering to think or care or feel over the past years. He hid himself behind a wall of anger and self hatred that was much thicker than when Lily had succeeded in bringing it down those many years ago.
It would be easy to hate the boy and not bother to question why he did. Was it because he was jealous that Harry very well could have been his son? That the boy was only alive because his mother made the ultimate sacrifice for him? Everyone would tell him The Potions Master despised him because he despised his father, and they wouldn't be far from the truth.
Severus didn't know how he made it through that night, especially after Harry caught him staring at him. His gaze was so much like his mothers- intense and full of emotion. But somehow he got through it and stalked out of the Great Hall when it was over, not bothering to talk to anyone.
~~**~~
When Severus got back to his rooms he laid down on his overstuffed black leather couch in front of the fireplace and sighed, idly twisting the snake ring on his finger, as he did when he was nervous or lost in thought.
Lily's son's appearance at Hogwarts was definitely making him reminisce and he didn't like to do that too much. He would be seeing the child of the woman he loved on a daily basis and that more than likely, wasn't going to go over too well.
Still twisting the ring, Severus wondered how he was going to treat Harry. He was normally cold and cruel to his students so no questions would be raised if he acted that way towards him. Yet for some reason, he knew it would be hard to do that and questions would be raised if he didn't tear into the Gryffindor as he did with the rest of his students.
Something inside of him said he was approaching the situation all wrong, he wasn't only Lily's son. He was the son of James Potter, the Marauder, the man who ended up with the only woman he really cared for, the one who saved his life and died before he could repay the wizards debt.
Yet Lily had said, some day he would have the chance to make everything right. He failed in saving James and Lily, but he wouldn't fail with Harry. He couldn't repay James personally, but he could repay him in making sure no harm came to his son during his seven years in Hogwarts. And it wouldn't, he'd do his best to make sure of that. But that didn't have to mean he'd be nice to him.
~~**~~
Snape stalked into his first year's Potions class in a foul mood. He was up all the night before thinking and doubting himself, and that didn't do wonders for his already bad attitude. He swept to the front of the class, black robes billowing behind him, and with an almost bored tone began taking role call, pausing at one name on the paper.
"Ah yes, Harry Potter. Our new celebrity." His icy tone even surprised himself and he saw Harry regard him carefully before returning his attention back to the parchment in front of him.
Severus continued on with the lecture he gave almost every first year class he taught. The class, obviously noting that the Potions Master was one not to be crossed, remained totally silent. Suddenly, Severus couldn't contain the urge he had been fighting and whirled around to face Harry, who seemed to be taking notes on a spare piece of parchment.
"Potter! What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood." he smiled inwardly when he saw the blank expression cross Harry's face. Apparently the boy had inherited his father's Potions talent.
"I don't know, sir." came the reply. Quiet, polite, just like his mother. No damn it! Don't think of her, think of something else. Think of this stupid child that's only here because his mother so carelessly gave up her own life. The thought made him even angrier than he already was and a sneer crossed his already dark features.
"Clearly fame isn't everything."
~~**~~
Ah Quidditch, Severus hated the word almost as much as he hated the sport and the idiots who played it. At least it was going to be a somewhat exciting game, Slytherin versus Gryffindor. The natural house rivalry had already stricken up and not only the students, but the teachers as well were excited about the upcoming match. However most of Slytherin House spent the day grumbling and complaining about the teams new Seeker, who was of course that damn Potter. Having to see the boy every day was beginning to get easier for Severus, he just showed him impatience, anger, and coldness, and got the same in return.
Severus took his seat in the teachers' section and glanced around the Quidditch stadium. The Gryffindor students were cheering like mad, waving their Gryffindor flags and signs as their house team flew out on their broomsticks. The Slytherin students, a sea of green and silver, did the same. Glancing at the players, Severus easily spotted Potter, who was the smallest one out there due to the fact he was the only first year. He circled the stadium, doing various loops and dives, and turns, warming up for the game. He flew extraordinarily like his father.
The game started and for some reason Severus was drawn into it and kept his eye on Harry, hovering high above the game, keeping an eye out for the snitch. Gryffindor was winning and the Slytherin students were beginning to resort to foul play to win back points. From where he was, it looked like Flint smashed a beater straight into Oliver Wood, sending him crashing to the ground. That of course left the goal wide open. Severus couldn't help but smile. Angelina Johnson was the next victim as a pair of Chasers sent her flying into one of the walls. Now THIS was entertainment.
Suddenly a gasp from the students caught his attention and he looked up to see Harry's broom spinning wildly out of control and thrashing, as if trying to buck him off. What was that idiot child doing? His sensitive hearing however, picked up a small voice muttering quietly and he whipped around in his seat to see Quirril. He was on his feet staring at Harry as were most of the staff. However his eyes were unblinking and was muttering quietly under his breath in Latin. Glancing back to the game he saw the broom had succeeded in throwing Harry off and the boy was hanging by two hands, desperately trying to hang on. Quickly Severus made eye contact and began muttering the counter curse as fast and determined as he could, however the other wizard seemed to notice and put more energy into the curse.
Harry was now hanging by one hand as the broom spun more wildly out of control. Taking a deep breath, Severus focused all his energy onto the boy as he muttered the counter curse louder than before. The broom was beginning to slow and he smiled inwardly, knowing he'd finally caught that bastard doing dark magic right under his nose. Suddenly he felt a rising heat on his leg and looked down to see fire licking it's way up his robes. With a started gasp, his concentration was broken and he fell back into the next row, Knocking various staff members down with him as he tried to extinguish the flames.
When he brought his eyes back to the game, Harry had climbed onto his broom and was now safely whizzing around the Quidditch field again.
"How's that for repaying a debt James? I can tell he's going to be just like you, a constant thorn in my backside." he thought. These seven years were NOT going to be easy.
~~~THE END~~~
A/N: phew! It's finally over. I may do a sequel some time but I think I'm going to focus on the other fic I was writing "Silver To Bind The Fey." It's a Lupin ficcy *shameless plug lol. Anyway if you are thoroughly upset about this fic ending you can read my sevvy comedy story lol. It's called "Severus' Punishment..Sex Ed!" So go read and enjoy and thanx for everyone who read this!!! I LOVE U ALL lol
Severus Snape sat at the head table in the Great Hall, barely listening to that babbling idiot beside him. He was having trouble keeping his mind set on the start of term feast. His thoughts kept being drawn to the boy at the at the Gryffindor table. The boy with the messy black hair and sparkling green eyes. Yes, he had seen those eyes before. It was Harry Potter, it had to be.
It had definitely caught him by surprise when he saw the boy enter the Great Hall with the rest off the first years, he picked him out immediately. Of course he knew that the boy would be starting school that year, the staff could barely talk about anything else.
Severus wasn't quite sure how he felt about Harry's presence. He had made a habit of not bothering to think or care or feel over the past years. He hid himself behind a wall of anger and self hatred that was much thicker than when Lily had succeeded in bringing it down those many years ago.
It would be easy to hate the boy and not bother to question why he did. Was it because he was jealous that Harry very well could have been his son? That the boy was only alive because his mother made the ultimate sacrifice for him? Everyone would tell him The Potions Master despised him because he despised his father, and they wouldn't be far from the truth.
Severus didn't know how he made it through that night, especially after Harry caught him staring at him. His gaze was so much like his mothers- intense and full of emotion. But somehow he got through it and stalked out of the Great Hall when it was over, not bothering to talk to anyone.
~~**~~
When Severus got back to his rooms he laid down on his overstuffed black leather couch in front of the fireplace and sighed, idly twisting the snake ring on his finger, as he did when he was nervous or lost in thought.
Lily's son's appearance at Hogwarts was definitely making him reminisce and he didn't like to do that too much. He would be seeing the child of the woman he loved on a daily basis and that more than likely, wasn't going to go over too well.
Still twisting the ring, Severus wondered how he was going to treat Harry. He was normally cold and cruel to his students so no questions would be raised if he acted that way towards him. Yet for some reason, he knew it would be hard to do that and questions would be raised if he didn't tear into the Gryffindor as he did with the rest of his students.
Something inside of him said he was approaching the situation all wrong, he wasn't only Lily's son. He was the son of James Potter, the Marauder, the man who ended up with the only woman he really cared for, the one who saved his life and died before he could repay the wizards debt.
Yet Lily had said, some day he would have the chance to make everything right. He failed in saving James and Lily, but he wouldn't fail with Harry. He couldn't repay James personally, but he could repay him in making sure no harm came to his son during his seven years in Hogwarts. And it wouldn't, he'd do his best to make sure of that. But that didn't have to mean he'd be nice to him.
~~**~~
Snape stalked into his first year's Potions class in a foul mood. He was up all the night before thinking and doubting himself, and that didn't do wonders for his already bad attitude. He swept to the front of the class, black robes billowing behind him, and with an almost bored tone began taking role call, pausing at one name on the paper.
"Ah yes, Harry Potter. Our new celebrity." His icy tone even surprised himself and he saw Harry regard him carefully before returning his attention back to the parchment in front of him.
Severus continued on with the lecture he gave almost every first year class he taught. The class, obviously noting that the Potions Master was one not to be crossed, remained totally silent. Suddenly, Severus couldn't contain the urge he had been fighting and whirled around to face Harry, who seemed to be taking notes on a spare piece of parchment.
"Potter! What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood." he smiled inwardly when he saw the blank expression cross Harry's face. Apparently the boy had inherited his father's Potions talent.
"I don't know, sir." came the reply. Quiet, polite, just like his mother. No damn it! Don't think of her, think of something else. Think of this stupid child that's only here because his mother so carelessly gave up her own life. The thought made him even angrier than he already was and a sneer crossed his already dark features.
"Clearly fame isn't everything."
~~**~~
Ah Quidditch, Severus hated the word almost as much as he hated the sport and the idiots who played it. At least it was going to be a somewhat exciting game, Slytherin versus Gryffindor. The natural house rivalry had already stricken up and not only the students, but the teachers as well were excited about the upcoming match. However most of Slytherin House spent the day grumbling and complaining about the teams new Seeker, who was of course that damn Potter. Having to see the boy every day was beginning to get easier for Severus, he just showed him impatience, anger, and coldness, and got the same in return.
Severus took his seat in the teachers' section and glanced around the Quidditch stadium. The Gryffindor students were cheering like mad, waving their Gryffindor flags and signs as their house team flew out on their broomsticks. The Slytherin students, a sea of green and silver, did the same. Glancing at the players, Severus easily spotted Potter, who was the smallest one out there due to the fact he was the only first year. He circled the stadium, doing various loops and dives, and turns, warming up for the game. He flew extraordinarily like his father.
The game started and for some reason Severus was drawn into it and kept his eye on Harry, hovering high above the game, keeping an eye out for the snitch. Gryffindor was winning and the Slytherin students were beginning to resort to foul play to win back points. From where he was, it looked like Flint smashed a beater straight into Oliver Wood, sending him crashing to the ground. That of course left the goal wide open. Severus couldn't help but smile. Angelina Johnson was the next victim as a pair of Chasers sent her flying into one of the walls. Now THIS was entertainment.
Suddenly a gasp from the students caught his attention and he looked up to see Harry's broom spinning wildly out of control and thrashing, as if trying to buck him off. What was that idiot child doing? His sensitive hearing however, picked up a small voice muttering quietly and he whipped around in his seat to see Quirril. He was on his feet staring at Harry as were most of the staff. However his eyes were unblinking and was muttering quietly under his breath in Latin. Glancing back to the game he saw the broom had succeeded in throwing Harry off and the boy was hanging by two hands, desperately trying to hang on. Quickly Severus made eye contact and began muttering the counter curse as fast and determined as he could, however the other wizard seemed to notice and put more energy into the curse.
Harry was now hanging by one hand as the broom spun more wildly out of control. Taking a deep breath, Severus focused all his energy onto the boy as he muttered the counter curse louder than before. The broom was beginning to slow and he smiled inwardly, knowing he'd finally caught that bastard doing dark magic right under his nose. Suddenly he felt a rising heat on his leg and looked down to see fire licking it's way up his robes. With a started gasp, his concentration was broken and he fell back into the next row, Knocking various staff members down with him as he tried to extinguish the flames.
When he brought his eyes back to the game, Harry had climbed onto his broom and was now safely whizzing around the Quidditch field again.
"How's that for repaying a debt James? I can tell he's going to be just like you, a constant thorn in my backside." he thought. These seven years were NOT going to be easy.
~~~THE END~~~
A/N: phew! It's finally over. I may do a sequel some time but I think I'm going to focus on the other fic I was writing "Silver To Bind The Fey." It's a Lupin ficcy *shameless plug lol. Anyway if you are thoroughly upset about this fic ending you can read my sevvy comedy story lol. It's called "Severus' Punishment..Sex Ed!" So go read and enjoy and thanx for everyone who read this!!! I LOVE U ALL lol