Memories
Years passed, all the same really. It was a few days before school began and he was looking over the prospective list of students. Lavender, with a name like that he simply had to fail her. Longbottom, sure to be the bane of his class. Crabbe, Goyle no doubt idiots like their father. He already knew Draco, spoiled sadist like his father...Potter. All of the pain and memories he had succeeded at suppressing for all of those years came at him like a physical force. Snape's sensuous low voice lashed out, slithering across the air of the room his eyes narrowed. "Harry Potter."
The first day of class arrived; his eyes scanned the room for familiar faces. There in the front row the very mirror image of James at that age, but with Lily's eyes. He despised the child already. Perhaps he was being unfair. He began his usual opening speech and looked over. The child had the audacity to be writing while he was speaking. There he was in front of him, the child that had taken both James and Tom away. If he was killed everything would be right. No, it was too late for that. "Well, our new celebrity."