An; well, this is Snape's point of view. Just cus I wanted to.
Take note of the rating.
Bloody Potter.
I can't get away from them, bloody Potter's. They were there all the time through my school days. Teased me, got better marks than me, and embarrassed me. I grew to hate that smiling wimp James, loathe the lackey Sirius and despise the werewolf. Wormtail didn't even warrant a response. Imagine letting a werewolf into the school. Imagine! I've always said Dumbledore was mad. A school full of easy targets, of children, and he actually let a werewolf go there. Here. Whatever. I could never understand what drew them together. The misfit, the idiot, the clown and the ring leader. Bastards. But there they were, terrorizing my schooldays and my dreams. Not dreams, nightmares.
But that's over now. I got a job at Hogwarts, became a teacher. Now I'm finally getting the job I wanted. Just in time to see Potter out the door. I wanted to teach him, to really foul him up, but instead Dumbledore handed the job to The Dark Lord, a pompous dickhead, a werewolf (I hated that year most), and an old fool who turned out to be one of He-Who-Must-Not-Be- Named's foulest creatures. Sometimes I wonder if he did it deliberately. That's crazy, I know. But he was so sure of himself, so damn sure I let it go. I should have pushed harder. I should have ranted more, but he told me to be quiet and I was.
First year I knew immediately what was happening. Quirrel was too young and foolish to understand it fully, but I watched him grow more and more terrified over the year. I threatened him, knowing what it was to be chained to The Dark Lord. I almost pitied him. And then it was bloody Potters son who stood up to him and got the Stone back. I know he would never have gotten through my potion riddle himself, so it's obvious Granger helped him. She's a little cow too, knows everything and likes to rub it in, like Lupin used to.
Second year I knew what was happening. I'm younger than Tom Riddle, and never knew him under that name, but I knew what he became. Again it revolved around Potter. Bloody pompous Potter. I wish he had got bitten by the Basilisk. But again, he returned, blood spattered and hero like.
Third year. Argh. I was actually shocked at the state of my school boy enemy, thin and weary, with tattered robes and bleak eyes, but nonetheless Lupin returned, smiling, happy, so popular, and make no mistake, I knew what he got Longbottom to do in that staff room. It had teachers chuckling every time they saw me, except McGonagall, she actually seemed sympathetic. Sometimes I wonder what that woman's thinking. Then I caught Black, and for a time I was overjoyed. For a very short time. I know it was Potters fault. I said so. He got Black out. Him and that muggle girl Granger. I don't know how, but I suspect it has something to do with that Hippogriff Buckbeak, it escaped the same night too, and is now, conveniently enough, holed up in the Black residence.
Fifth year again revolved around Potter, protecting him because Dumbledore thought it wise. I had to find out about the Prophecy myself, as my questions weren't answered. I don't know what it said but I know Potter knew. He changed, just before he disappeared. He went quiet, of course that might have been grief. Grief. Hah. Black deserved everything he got.
Then he disappeared, and I secretly rejoiced. Everyone was so sad. Like this boy had any real effect on their lives. Huh. As if he was actually friends with Weasley and Granger, or friendly with McGonagall and Dumbledore. He's too far up himself for anything like friendship. Then, of course the little orphan returned to sounding trumpets and tambourines. And he hid in the Black residence. Hid there like a rat. I must admit his potions were better made there than in class, but I'm assuming that he had help from the house elf.
And then, a few hours ago I had to suffer the wrath of three ex friends. And again, Potter turned up. At the time I was too focused on surviving to actually understand the irony, but Potter saved my life. How embarrassing.
The wind is really picking up. The sky's acting all funny. What the ruddy hell is going on? Hello, I know that song. Its Dumbledore's bird, Fawkes. What's he doing here? One would think Dumbledore would want his protector with him. That's odd. I think the bird wants me to follow. What is going on here??
An; dum deed um. Next chapter...should I do Hagrid or get on with the story??
Take note of the rating.
Bloody Potter.
I can't get away from them, bloody Potter's. They were there all the time through my school days. Teased me, got better marks than me, and embarrassed me. I grew to hate that smiling wimp James, loathe the lackey Sirius and despise the werewolf. Wormtail didn't even warrant a response. Imagine letting a werewolf into the school. Imagine! I've always said Dumbledore was mad. A school full of easy targets, of children, and he actually let a werewolf go there. Here. Whatever. I could never understand what drew them together. The misfit, the idiot, the clown and the ring leader. Bastards. But there they were, terrorizing my schooldays and my dreams. Not dreams, nightmares.
But that's over now. I got a job at Hogwarts, became a teacher. Now I'm finally getting the job I wanted. Just in time to see Potter out the door. I wanted to teach him, to really foul him up, but instead Dumbledore handed the job to The Dark Lord, a pompous dickhead, a werewolf (I hated that year most), and an old fool who turned out to be one of He-Who-Must-Not-Be- Named's foulest creatures. Sometimes I wonder if he did it deliberately. That's crazy, I know. But he was so sure of himself, so damn sure I let it go. I should have pushed harder. I should have ranted more, but he told me to be quiet and I was.
First year I knew immediately what was happening. Quirrel was too young and foolish to understand it fully, but I watched him grow more and more terrified over the year. I threatened him, knowing what it was to be chained to The Dark Lord. I almost pitied him. And then it was bloody Potters son who stood up to him and got the Stone back. I know he would never have gotten through my potion riddle himself, so it's obvious Granger helped him. She's a little cow too, knows everything and likes to rub it in, like Lupin used to.
Second year I knew what was happening. I'm younger than Tom Riddle, and never knew him under that name, but I knew what he became. Again it revolved around Potter. Bloody pompous Potter. I wish he had got bitten by the Basilisk. But again, he returned, blood spattered and hero like.
Third year. Argh. I was actually shocked at the state of my school boy enemy, thin and weary, with tattered robes and bleak eyes, but nonetheless Lupin returned, smiling, happy, so popular, and make no mistake, I knew what he got Longbottom to do in that staff room. It had teachers chuckling every time they saw me, except McGonagall, she actually seemed sympathetic. Sometimes I wonder what that woman's thinking. Then I caught Black, and for a time I was overjoyed. For a very short time. I know it was Potters fault. I said so. He got Black out. Him and that muggle girl Granger. I don't know how, but I suspect it has something to do with that Hippogriff Buckbeak, it escaped the same night too, and is now, conveniently enough, holed up in the Black residence.
Fifth year again revolved around Potter, protecting him because Dumbledore thought it wise. I had to find out about the Prophecy myself, as my questions weren't answered. I don't know what it said but I know Potter knew. He changed, just before he disappeared. He went quiet, of course that might have been grief. Grief. Hah. Black deserved everything he got.
Then he disappeared, and I secretly rejoiced. Everyone was so sad. Like this boy had any real effect on their lives. Huh. As if he was actually friends with Weasley and Granger, or friendly with McGonagall and Dumbledore. He's too far up himself for anything like friendship. Then, of course the little orphan returned to sounding trumpets and tambourines. And he hid in the Black residence. Hid there like a rat. I must admit his potions were better made there than in class, but I'm assuming that he had help from the house elf.
And then, a few hours ago I had to suffer the wrath of three ex friends. And again, Potter turned up. At the time I was too focused on surviving to actually understand the irony, but Potter saved my life. How embarrassing.
The wind is really picking up. The sky's acting all funny. What the ruddy hell is going on? Hello, I know that song. Its Dumbledore's bird, Fawkes. What's he doing here? One would think Dumbledore would want his protector with him. That's odd. I think the bird wants me to follow. What is going on here??
An; dum deed um. Next chapter...should I do Hagrid or get on with the story??