A/N: I have Reviews! People are reading! Yay! Yippee Skippy! (Snape: Where
did that come from? Me: I have no idea.) Okay. Sorry about not updating in
a few days. First of all this is Harry Potter and Co's seventh year. I do
not dislike them at all. I merely am trying to round out Snape's Character.
I believe that there is more to him than the stern Potions teacher.
Hopefully I'll be able to figure out what and write this fic. I am so
trying not to make my OC the center of this fic and if I work this right
she won't even be in this chapter. As to why no one likes her… I don't
fully know. When I was in elementary school no one seemed to like me. I
don't particularly know why or care. Sorry about mis-spelling Gryffindor
but for some strange reason the word isn't in spell-check. Okay, on with
the story.
The First Day
There were three more classes of potions after the first. Dunderheads the lot of them! Can't anyone do potions correctly? Why do I teach? I hate teaching! I hate the students! Don't get me wrong, I love potions, I just hate teaching it to a bunch of ignoramuses who probably can't tell the top of a caldron from the bottom!
I know why I teach. I owe Albus Dumbledore a personal debt. He was the only one who was willing to believe I had changed and that I regretted my former actions as a death eater. If he hadn't given me that acceptance, that faith in me; I would likely be dead by now, possibly at my own hand, possibly by the Ministry. I owe Albus my life.
And he wants me to teach potions. What I would really love to do is devote my time to research. I want to discover new potions. At least I have some time to work on research but teaching takes up my main focus of time. I asked Albus once when I could pass on my job and devote my time to research. He said when I had trained up someone who could take over my job. I'm going to be here until I'm as old as he is.
Most of my colleagues distrust me. Most I don't care two Knuts about what they think. Albus is the only one I truly like. McGonagall I highly admire and respect. I think she still has some of the old power over me, from when I was one of her students. Filch and Hagrid I must admit I hold a grudging respect for. Pomfrey has a power over almost everyone. Most of the rest I don't care a sickle about. So why am I here in this infernal staff meeting listening, well half-listening while they drone on about their petty complaints. They at least are here because they want to be here. I'm not going as far as to say that I had no choice in the matter but what were the alternatives. If I didn't have Albus reassuring everyone that I wasn't a deatheater (anymore at any rate) where would I be? Also I do love being here at Hogwarts. I merely hate teaching.
I am not a very social person and dislike constantly being surrounded by students and colleagues that despise me. Yes, most of that is my own fault but what else can I do? I drive students to dislike and fear me, perhaps someday that will keep them alive. Voldemort is becoming stronger all the time. Who knows what it will take to finally defeat him? The pain from the dark mark grows stronger every day. He knows I am no longer working for him. The best I can expect from him if he gets a hold of me is the killing curse and that is not likely. He is like a cat that prefers to play with his victims first. Hopefully, Potter will prove his usefulness and defeat Voldemort soon.
I suddenly heard Dumbledore call my name and realize that the entire staff is looking at me. It must be my turn to tell about my experiences.
"Well, what's to say?! The students don't appear to be any brighter or stupider than usual. Than again could they get any dumber? All dunderheads as usual." The staff seems to be fighting not to roll their eyes and slowly start to drift out. When it's just McGonagall, Dumbledore and I, Dumbledore tells us that there is a meeting of the Order of the Phoenix on Saturday. We both nod and leave.
Before McGonagall and I part company, she asks me, "Would it kill you to give points to a Gryffindor?"
"Yes." I say simply and walk back to my dungeon.
The First Day
There were three more classes of potions after the first. Dunderheads the lot of them! Can't anyone do potions correctly? Why do I teach? I hate teaching! I hate the students! Don't get me wrong, I love potions, I just hate teaching it to a bunch of ignoramuses who probably can't tell the top of a caldron from the bottom!
I know why I teach. I owe Albus Dumbledore a personal debt. He was the only one who was willing to believe I had changed and that I regretted my former actions as a death eater. If he hadn't given me that acceptance, that faith in me; I would likely be dead by now, possibly at my own hand, possibly by the Ministry. I owe Albus my life.
And he wants me to teach potions. What I would really love to do is devote my time to research. I want to discover new potions. At least I have some time to work on research but teaching takes up my main focus of time. I asked Albus once when I could pass on my job and devote my time to research. He said when I had trained up someone who could take over my job. I'm going to be here until I'm as old as he is.
Most of my colleagues distrust me. Most I don't care two Knuts about what they think. Albus is the only one I truly like. McGonagall I highly admire and respect. I think she still has some of the old power over me, from when I was one of her students. Filch and Hagrid I must admit I hold a grudging respect for. Pomfrey has a power over almost everyone. Most of the rest I don't care a sickle about. So why am I here in this infernal staff meeting listening, well half-listening while they drone on about their petty complaints. They at least are here because they want to be here. I'm not going as far as to say that I had no choice in the matter but what were the alternatives. If I didn't have Albus reassuring everyone that I wasn't a deatheater (anymore at any rate) where would I be? Also I do love being here at Hogwarts. I merely hate teaching.
I am not a very social person and dislike constantly being surrounded by students and colleagues that despise me. Yes, most of that is my own fault but what else can I do? I drive students to dislike and fear me, perhaps someday that will keep them alive. Voldemort is becoming stronger all the time. Who knows what it will take to finally defeat him? The pain from the dark mark grows stronger every day. He knows I am no longer working for him. The best I can expect from him if he gets a hold of me is the killing curse and that is not likely. He is like a cat that prefers to play with his victims first. Hopefully, Potter will prove his usefulness and defeat Voldemort soon.
I suddenly heard Dumbledore call my name and realize that the entire staff is looking at me. It must be my turn to tell about my experiences.
"Well, what's to say?! The students don't appear to be any brighter or stupider than usual. Than again could they get any dumber? All dunderheads as usual." The staff seems to be fighting not to roll their eyes and slowly start to drift out. When it's just McGonagall, Dumbledore and I, Dumbledore tells us that there is a meeting of the Order of the Phoenix on Saturday. We both nod and leave.
Before McGonagall and I part company, she asks me, "Would it kill you to give points to a Gryffindor?"
"Yes." I say simply and walk back to my dungeon.