The Wonderful Hole of Learning and Spiritual Upliftment- Hogwarts

Yes time dragged on, and I wondered if I was going to spend the rest of my life like this

I had a very sad mental picture in my head of a 40 year old being beaten about the place by an 80 year old with a cane just because he got a note wrong while playing the Piano

My tutor was strict

He taught me many of the languages spoken in Europe- French, Spanish (although not so European) and German among others.

I purposely forgot most of the French taught to me. But to Wesley my tutor it was particularly important to be cultured.

'All the respectable wizards are.'

He taught me the piano,-sitting beside me, straight backed, cane in hand, ready to hit my hand if I played a single note wrong.. (You should have seen my hands on day when I was in a particularly naughty mood)

And he taught me magic

Charms

Duelling

Potions until it drove me nuts and I started hanging from the ceiling

Hexes

Curses…

The unforgivable curses

In 2 words, -

Dark Arts

Forgive me if I sounded over dramatic , its just something Lucius would say

Oh Malfoy and the Dark arts

So my life went on, devoted to learning

Feelings were stupid

 I was commanded to get rid of them

And I did

Not saying I wasn't human or anything

I still felt something

Usually anger when that little Malfoy prat (or so I saw him) ,that dearest father made me play with when I was little, was around

Unfortunately I never really was able to harness that anger and the little prick copped my temper all the way through school and well after it.

After my father died Lucius Malfoy and I had developed a friendship

A strong bond

And sometimes we hated each other

And it made our friendship stronger

We had huge egos,

Well my ego tenfold was Lucius- on a good day

And we close because of it

And we often fought because of it

Let's just say we both didn't like to be wrong

……………. Or say sorry……………

I don't know why we were such good friends for so long, after all the things I did to him and after the unforgivable thing he did to me. I saw something in him but just like he didn't others he killed the real Lucius before he could voice his opinion.

Background really influenced what Lucius did, he was power hungry, the vision of power corrupted his mind. Many years on after reading the book Mien Kampf, authored by Adolf Hitler I could see the similarities between the two, why Lucius did it just like Hitler did it.

I turned eleven in 81' and then my tutor had decided I wasn't to get any further with tutoring

And that when three letters arrived

Of acceptance

To the three biggest wizarding academies in Europe

Durmstrang (oh come on as if), Beauxbatons, (My mother went there and look how she turned out… had she not married my father I bet my entire inheritance she would have  been running a brothel..  truly) And Hogwarts..

Lucius was going there, Aeolus De Salis brother had graduated from there, his sister was in 3rd and he was just starting.

And my father went there.

Slytherin. Slytherin prefect. Sole hater of Quidditch…. Oh how he would have beaten me if he were around to see my play Quidditch (this would be after I'd fallen off my broom a numbers of times- being somewhere close to 50.. then just to rub salt into the wounds he'd beat.. I'm sure of it)

So I ended up in that hole (it could have been worse.. durmstrang for example. That Karkaroff git went there)

On arrival I was sorted into the "Evil" house

Rather fitting house for me to be put in

Slytherin

 Lucius and Aeolus, my "friends" were sorted into the Evil house too

Lucius, Aeolus and I were close form the start, and then other people came into the picture, Evan Rosier to name one.

 Slytherin Prefect at the time was George Blakeney. Managed to scare the living hell out of us first years on the first night…I hate moving stairs... hate them

I finished the day with some friends and some enemies

On the train trip to this wonderful hole of learning, the compartment next to us contained Lily Evans, Kerry someone(I never bothered to find out but I heard a rumour once Sirius Black was going out with her, or they were marrying.. not that I care much) And other various noisy girls.

Head ache Ville

Upon disembarking the train there was a rather large accident involving a few trunks, inclusive of mine (I believe the simile here would be like a muggle car accident)

A prat (for life) James Potter and his little sidekick Sirius Black were the cause.

James Potter's monkey Black was running ahead of Lily Evans and walking backwards to face her just as the members of my compartment were leaving. Of course there was a little accident and this scrawny looking boy James Potter appeared behind Lily Evans.

Lucius stood behind me muttering mudblood in a way that would suggest he'd just seen a slug

"I know who you are…. Watch where you are going grease ball"

"Do you just? And for your information it was little imbecile here in the wrong

"Me?! James it was his fault"

"I know Sirius. Just watch where you are going, Snape"

I had a nasty habit of drawing my wand when angry

"Severus don't"

"Going to blast me off the train?"

"James shut up….. Severus was it? Put away your wand"

I will always remember Lily's peace making talents

Anyway from that moment on i hated everything and everyone, which had anything to do with James (With a few exceptions)

However I became friends with Lily Evans

Rumour circulated that I was "going out" with Miss Evans

Also that I had a crush on her

They were of course false

I removed myself of all want to socialise with girls

But I failed to keep things that way

6th and 7th year were the most turbulent for relationships.

Especially 7th

Especially with all of us living in Lucius and Narcissa's shadow

But I did to keep from falling in love with Evans

The Gryffindor

The muggle

The enemy

The friend

And it wasn't that hard

But she was a pretty girl

Was

With red hair and green eyes

A desire of many

Even some Slytherins

Green was of course our favourite colour after all

The years went by with some good times and a hell of a lot of bad times

I joined quidditch in 4th year despite the fact I sucked

……… I got better!............

And for those who think differently

…. My flying skills are fine thank you….

By 5th year mutterings of another dark wizard could be heard every so often in our common room

There had been so many other the years

That failed with only one victim

Themselves

This Voldemort man was ridiculous