Disclaimer: Most of the characters and ideas in The Time Turner do not belong to me, but to J.K. Rowling, and I am in no way trying to steal them from her, only borrow.
The Time Turner
Chapter Four: Misplaced Anger
James waited until Peter had finally gotten a good enough grip on the chain (his knuckles were white) and turned the hourglass five times. Severus Snape, the so called freak, the outsider, the slime ball--Snivellus- -was shooting flies down from the empty classroom on the third floor west wing of Hogwarts.
His mind was overfilled with the insults that the marauders and their group of admirers shot at him with any chance that they had. He hated them. He wished they would all just die. But instead of acting upon his own wishes to make them real, just like they said, he was a coward, and all he was doing was sitting here with a scowl, alone, killing flies instead of that complete dog, James Potter.
Severus Snape wasn't as bad as they'd labeled him to be. Or at least he believed so. He was just alone. Nobody liked him, because they all liked the Marauders and their ways. And their ways included hatred of Severus.
A fly landed on Severus's knee and he pointed his wand at it, muttering a scorching spell. His eyes watered as the spell both burned the fly to a crisp and singed through his robes to blister his skin.
He looked out the window, at the sky, and sadly hoped--like he always seemed to do at times like these, though his hopes were not high--that things would get better. Maybe he'd get his revenge on the Marauders, and most of all James Potter. Maybe he'd impress his parents enough to make them love him. But, as I've said, his hopes were not high. He knew that this would most likely not happen. In fact, the chances of these things happening were about as good as those of elephants flying with their wings.
Severus laughed sourly at his own lack of humor. It rang acidly throughout the dusty desk filled room, bouncing off the stone walls and the dirty cathedral windows. He checked his watch as the echoes died away. His charms class was nearly over. Soon he would have to go to Defense Against the Dark Arts. What a useless class. But at least no Gryffindors would be in there with him. He could relax (which was something that this twitchy teenager had not done since before he was ten.).
Severus was about to pick up his bag and start off toward Defense Against the Dark Arts, when he noticed a shadow on the floor coming from the sunlight-filled corridor.
Hmm...that was sort of an insight into Severus Snape. Geeze...he sounds quite depressed doesn't he? Can anyone guess what the shadow on the floor is? Hahahaha!