Disclaimer: See chapter one Me no owny, you no suey.
SLYTHERIN BOY
Chapter Two : A Most Noticeable Scar
He scowled at her. "I hope you lot don't expect me to wear children's student robes, because I won't. I'm not a student." He said stubbornly.
"Very well." Dumbledore said with a smirk. "Just keep in mind you'll have to be appropriately dressed, nothing vulgar please. Oh, don't give me that look, I remember some of the clothes you used to wear," he said with a wry smile. "You are beginning classes tomorrow." He said. Severus look at him, his eyes suddenly wide.
"Tomorrow? Why so soon?!" He asked, frowning. "This is so unfair!"
He was cut off, however, by an owl that swooped into the hall. Every eye watched it as it dropped a letter neatly on top of Dumbledore's crystal goblet. He picked it up and opened it.
"Ah, wonderful! Professor Jericho has confirmed that she will be arriving in two days. You should probably only take what you really need out of your rooms, and opt for just a trunk to the dorms. There's not nearly so much room in the Slytherin dormitories." Dumbledore said lightly.
"I can not believe this," Severus snapped. Every head in the hall was watching, now, but he didn't care. He leaped from his chair. "How can you let someone else stay in my room? That's my home for Merlin's sake! This is outrageous! And if you think for a single second I'm going to leave my things there for this Jericho woman to mess with, you're dead wrong!" He exclaimed.
Dumbledore stood up. "Severus, calm down," He said wearily. "We're doing all we can! I mean, don't you think it's a bit suspicious? You know that in this state you'd be unable to fend off any attackers who might try to get to you? You have to do this, Severus, there's just no other choice! So please, son, control yourself"
"And why should I do that?" Severus snapped. "I have no control over anything in my life anyways! I can't believe this is happening. It's just completely unreal. First you take my job, which is my only source of income and my only access to the ingredients needed for my potions research, and now you're taking my home too, and giving it to some complete stranger, just so people won't know that someone could be so stupid as to fuck up a potion enough to do this!" He snarled miserably, before standing up huffily. His chair scraped angrily against the floor, and as though to prove his anger, he grabbed the table cloth and jerked it, spilling dishes and food onto the floor. Suddenly looking embarrassed, he turned and bolted out of the hall.
The students sat there, stunned. Apparently, a young Severus Snape was even easier to anger than the adult one. How perfect.
"Severus has such a fiery temper," Dumbledore sighed, staring at the food and dinnerware that was now strewn across the floor. The other faculty members sat stupidly in their chairs, having had their dinner pulled out from under their noses.
Soon house-elves were everywhere, quickly cleaning up the floor and righting the dishes again. There was a popping sound, and new food appeared on the table. The teachers sat down, returning to their food, trying to ignore the empty seat at the table.
Hermione, Harry, and Ron exchanged looks before standing up and quietly leaving the hall, heading in the direction that Severus had run.
They wandered the halls, suddenly hearing hissed words coming from somewhere. Ron and Harry looked at each other, wide-eyed. The words slowly died away, but they could still hear heavy breathing somewhere. They followed the sounds, until they spotted Severus's hair. It wasn't hard to notice, being with the loud orange tufts.
They walked over, slowly. He looked up sharply, his face red with anger. They didn't notice a small trickle of blood oozing through his sleeve. He was leaning against a wall behind a suit of armor, with one of his arms hugged around his knees.
"Snape?" Ron said, frowning.
"My name is Severus." He snapped. He shook his head. "You know, that's really disprespectful. By calling me that without even a title or anything you're implying that I'm not worthy enough to be addressed by my actual name. Christ, not that you would get the liberty of calling me by it, right? I'm your professor, right? And you should be calling me as such if I weren't so confused right now and completely rambling… why do I feel like I'm fifteen fucking years old again?!"
"Because you... are?" Harry inquired gently.
"Shut the hell up, Potter." Severus snarled at them.
"Were you crying?" Hermione said.
"No, I wasn't bloody crying," He snapped. "Can't you see I'm really pissed? Why would I cry from being angry? That's ludicrous. What would I have to cry about?" He said, making Hermione feel slightly stupid. That wasn't an uncommon feeling for her when dealing with Snape.
Hermione, sat down on the floor, Ron and Harry quickly following suit. Severus lifted an eyebrow. "What are you doing? What is this, some kind of a damned therapy session? Good God, I'm not one of your frilly little Gryffindor friends, I'm a teacher. Now leave me alone." He hissed.
"Alright. However you want it." Harry said, and he stood up, Ron following him. Hermione followed them awhile, before she stopped, looking back down the corridor towards Severus.
"What are you doing, Hermione?" Ron said.
"I'm going to try again," She said, turning back around.
"Hey, it's your neck." Ron said, shrugging. He and Harry continued down the hallway.
Hermione, as she walked down the hallway, suddenly heard the angry hissing words again, mostly swear words. She didn't know what to make of this, so she kept walking. When she arrived at the suit of armor again, she saw Snape sitting there, slicing a sizable wound into the crook of his elbow. Identical slashed adorned the rest of his arm, all oozing blood. The crimson liquid dripped down his hand, between his fingers. He seemed oblivious to her presence, as he muttered angrily.
"Oh, Merlin, what are you doing?!" She squeaked.
He looked up, seeing her standing there, but the look of incredible loathing stayed plastered on his face. Severus was not good at hiding his emotions. Hermione was struck with surprise at the incredible amount of hatred emanating from the boy.
"Fuck." He said.
"What are you doing?! You need to go to the Hospital wing!" She said, aiming for rationality.
"No, I don't." He said shortly, shaking his head and yanking his sleeve down.
"Why are you cutting yourself?" She finally managed.
He shrugged. "Why don't you tell me?" he drawled, in a monotone voice.
She sat down across from him.
"I thought I already told you to leave me alone?" He snarled.
"Too bad." She said. His eyes narrowed dangerously. He wasn't used to people refusing his directions anymore.
"Miss Granger, do you want to lose one hundred points from Gryffindor? Because I'd be more than happy to-"
"Sorry pal, only professors and prefects can take house points off." She said before he could finish.
His face fell. His eye twitched slightly.
"So, why were you doing that, again?" She asked again.
"I thought you knew everything," He said sarcastically.
"Seems to me that you don't know yourself," she said.
"What do you know?" He snarled at her.
"I've read about it. Cutting. People who hurt themselves because pain on the outside makes more sense then the pain on the inside." She said.
He looked desperately angry. "What the fuck do you know?" he repeated. "You don't know a damn thing! Stop trying to act like you understand anything, you're just another pretentious know-it-all! Really, you don't know a fucking thing! You don't have a fucking clue!"
"Is that how you got that scar on your eye? How come you didn't have it as an adult?" She asked, only afterwards realizing how much it wasn't her business and how nosy she was being.
He leaped to his feet, startling her. "No, it is NOT how I got the scar. I would never do that! Not to myself and not to anyone else, especially not..." He trailed off. "From now on, you leave me the fuck alone!" He shouted, his voice echoing hollowly off the corridor walls, and stormed off down the hallway.
She watched him go, and slowly made her way back to the Great Hall. She decided it would be better not to push it, when he was so stressed. She decided, however, that she would find out what was making him so bitter.