It was the next day down at breakfast when all the trouble that year
began. Harry was sitting at the Gryffindor table when the person he
despised the most came up to him.
"Well if it isn't Potter and Company."
"What do you want Malfoy?" piped in Ron; Harry had never heard anyone use so much hatred in one sentence before.
"I just wanted to see how my favorite rivals are doing."
"Yes that's what we are, rivals. So leave us alone because we were just fine before you came over here," said Hermione with a look of disgust on her face.
"Well it looks like my work here is done. Oh and Potter? You might want to cut your hair. You're starting to look like our dear potions master. Tata" and with that he was gone.
"Did he just say tata? That was kind of odd." Said Hermione her look of disgust replaced with a look of humor.
"Well he is Malfoy what did you expect?"
"Harry you know you really are starting to look like Snape though, even if it is just mostly the hair."
"Well since my aunt and uncle decided they didn't want to waste anymore good money on getting my hair cut I got stuck with it. What do you mean /mostly/ the hair?"
"Nothing just forget I mentioned it," said Ron.
Professor McGonagall gave everyone their time tables and the trio headed off to double potions with the slytherins.
***Potions class***
"Potter," snarled Professor Snape.
"Yes Professor?"
"You're not paying attention to your work. You just added twice as much toadstool as is needed. Dispose of that mess and report here tonight to make it up,"
"Yes sir," said Harry cleaning up the mess his potion made.
"At least you're not as arrogant as your father is, and too prideful to admit when you make a mistake. You appear to be making progress." Harry didn't notice how Snape said it.
"Why do you always put my father down sir? Why do you hate him so?" asked Harry forgetting he was in the middle of class.
"I hate your father because he's an ignorant fool who puts himself before the people that mean the most to him."
"You are unbelievable Professor. How could you talk like that about a man you hardly knew?" Harry didn't wait around for Snape to answer.
If he did he may have caught the sentence said next even though he said it so low only he could here it. "I never said who your father was." Once he said this he felt a single tear running down the side of his face.
"Well if it isn't Potter and Company."
"What do you want Malfoy?" piped in Ron; Harry had never heard anyone use so much hatred in one sentence before.
"I just wanted to see how my favorite rivals are doing."
"Yes that's what we are, rivals. So leave us alone because we were just fine before you came over here," said Hermione with a look of disgust on her face.
"Well it looks like my work here is done. Oh and Potter? You might want to cut your hair. You're starting to look like our dear potions master. Tata" and with that he was gone.
"Did he just say tata? That was kind of odd." Said Hermione her look of disgust replaced with a look of humor.
"Well he is Malfoy what did you expect?"
"Harry you know you really are starting to look like Snape though, even if it is just mostly the hair."
"Well since my aunt and uncle decided they didn't want to waste anymore good money on getting my hair cut I got stuck with it. What do you mean /mostly/ the hair?"
"Nothing just forget I mentioned it," said Ron.
Professor McGonagall gave everyone their time tables and the trio headed off to double potions with the slytherins.
***Potions class***
"Potter," snarled Professor Snape.
"Yes Professor?"
"You're not paying attention to your work. You just added twice as much toadstool as is needed. Dispose of that mess and report here tonight to make it up,"
"Yes sir," said Harry cleaning up the mess his potion made.
"At least you're not as arrogant as your father is, and too prideful to admit when you make a mistake. You appear to be making progress." Harry didn't notice how Snape said it.
"Why do you always put my father down sir? Why do you hate him so?" asked Harry forgetting he was in the middle of class.
"I hate your father because he's an ignorant fool who puts himself before the people that mean the most to him."
"You are unbelievable Professor. How could you talk like that about a man you hardly knew?" Harry didn't wait around for Snape to answer.
If he did he may have caught the sentence said next even though he said it so low only he could here it. "I never said who your father was." Once he said this he felt a single tear running down the side of his face.
