After a long day of classes Severus had tried to sneak off to the

library to take a brief glimpse of the titles in the resricted section

one of the second years had been talking about to his companion, when

Lilly comfronted him. Her face had a look of pure annoyance on it.

"Oh no... what do you want now?" he asked impatiently.

"You don't have to be such a prat! I see hanging around Malfoy is

rubbing off on you." she said, her emerald eyes flashing at him.

"And I see that hanging around Potter and Black has had its effects

on you." he said trying to get by her.

"What's that supposed to mean?" she said challenging him.

"Nothing, nothing. Look can you just get out of my way!" he said angrily.

"No, I will not. Not until you tell me why you are ignoring me."

"Maybe because I do not LIKE you." he said shoving her aside and

walking quickly towards the library.

"Fine! Well.... I don't like you either. You're as rotten as Malfoy.

I suppose the sorting hat knew better than me." she said turning angrily,

her flaming red hair whiping behind her.

Severus curled his lip in disgust and muttered to himself/ What was the

use in talking to her anyway? All she did was bother! And she did come from a

family of muggles!

He made his way safely into the library without any more Gryffindors bothering

him. He saw the pretty blonde slytherin 1st year who had been some distant

relative of Sirius... Narcissa Black. She was busy looking for a

certain book.

Severus saw the place that that second year had mentioned right away.

It was roped off and in a darker corner of the room. He had barely

gone a few feet towards it when the librarian gave him a stern look.

"DO you have a signed pass, young man?" she asked him.

"No... I was only looking around." he sneered and walked back across

the room.

Severus found an empty table and sat down, taking out his homework. Professor

Kensuke had given them a lot of homework, but Severus did not care.

He found the Dark Arts facinating, much to his father's dissaproval.

Severus felt his father hated him, but that also did not matter much.

His father could hate him all he wanted. His mother loved him, but he

hated how she was so weak, and seemed to rely on his father in order to

breath. If he ordered her to stop breathing she probably would.

A brief flashback of his mother sobbing and screaming at his father came

back to him. His father was also yelling, but their were no tears in

his father's eyes. A younger version of himself was hiding in a corner

weeping softly to himself so his father would not hear him and become

even more angry.

Severus shook his head and opened his textbook. He would not think about that!

Right now he had more important things to worry about.