In Character Chapter 2
Lucius Malfoy was dead. So were Avery, Rookwood, Crabbe, Goyle, Nott, and Rodolphus LeStrange. All were killed after the war, at the sadistic hands of Emperor Voldemort. Of all the Death Eaters who had been active in the first war, over forty years ago, only three remained: Bellatrix, Wormtail, and Severus. Bellatrix was the Empress, Wormtail the advisor and servant, and Severus was the hero, free to do whatever he chose. So Severus chose teaching, biding his time, keeping on eye on the youth of the Empire. He knew that if there was any hope of his plan succeeding, his promise being fulfilled, that it would come from the young.
Unfortunately, after twenty years teaching Dark Arts and Potions at the Slytherin Academy of Pureblood Witches and Wizards, not a single student had come through that showed any promise. Severus truly was beginning to lose hope.
Instead of promise, Severus had to deal with the same arrogance, bigotry, and mediocre behavior year after year and he had to pretend to enjoy it and be proud. Not every student was a simpleton, of course, but Severus sometimes thought that the powerful students were even worse. They stood out so much from their peers that they became so arrogant it physically hurt.
He had thought he'd seen the worst students life had to offer, but then, six years ago, life threw Borya Levka at him. Borya was powerful, there was no doubt. He had extraordinary raw magical ability, yet he was the most studious pupil Severus hard seen since…well, since a long time ago. There was no doubt that Borya was the greatest student Slytherin Academy had ever seen, but there was also no doubt that he was the most arrogant. He knew how good he was, and he let it get to his head. On top of that, there was his unabashed muggle bigotry and a total disregard for the rules. Severus hated him. He hated him for his arrogance, for his rule-breaking, for his bigotry, and Severus really hated Borya because he had the level of power Severus was searching for and Severus had to watch perhaps his greatest chance slip through his fingers.
A knock at Severus' office door shook him from his musings. Scowling, Severus rose from his seat, stalked across the room, and threw open the door. Leaning against the doorjamb with a cocky smile on his face was Borya Levka himself, looking as if he'd just dropped by for tea with a good friend.
"Hello, Snape!" exclaimed Borya casually, letting himself into Severus' quarters without permission, "We're together once again!"
Severus growled menacingly but it had no effect on Borya at all. He simple waltzed deeper into the office and sat in the chair that Severus had just vacated. "So," he said with an indulgent smile, "What'll it be tonight?"
But, most of all, Severus hated Borya Levka because Borya wasted hours and hours of his time by managing to get detention every single night.
Severus surveyed Borya, hate pounding through his veins, and he idly wondered if he would even get arrested for murder anymore.