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Chapter 1-- Tacky Glasses and Greasy Hair

Snape's POV

It was September 1st, and I was sitting at the professor table. Unfortunately I was sitting next to Quirrell.

He is the new professor at Hogwarts, and I would like to say that he stole my job away from me, just like all the others. Apparently the Defense Against the Dark Arts position is curse, for we can never have a teacher in that subject for more than a year.

I found him a bit odd, with his whole stuttering and paranoid attitude. And the way he always wears that ruddy turban, it was revolting. It smelled like dead fish and rotten eggs.

I was sitting there pretending that I was actually paying attention to him, when in fact I was eavesdropping on Dumbledore's conversation with another professor.

Turns out that all he had to say was how happy he was to receive a pair of fuzzy, purple socks that turn different colors, depending on how bad your feet smell, for his birthday.

I'm guessing that the Hogwarts express has made it to Hogsmeade. Because not long after, Hogwarts students started filing in. Coming in they started sitting at their house table, anxious to start the sorting and the feast. About 10-15 minutes of waiting the great hall doors were opened revealing a bunch of first years, lead by McGonagall. I sat there not really paying attention to the ceremony, hearing the hat shouting out houses.

"Potter, Harry" McGonagall announced, I looked up.

Potter, now where have I heard that name before...Oh yes HIM. How could I forget? James's son.

I looked up, and I saw a skinny, awkward little boy with, knobby knees and messy black hair.

I disliked him from the moment I heard that boys name to when I saw him with those tacky glasses, and lightening bolt scar on his forehead, and I knew he would be just like his father. And he was probably going to be placed in Gryffindor.

And sure enough the next thing I heard was "GRYFFINDOR!"

I heard the last of the names being called and waited for Dumbledore to begin his speech.

But all he said was "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet I would like to say a few Words..."

Sitting up I listened "...and they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!"

I should have known.

After a few seconds food of every kind appeared on the table. I looked at it all.

Yum...roast chicken, potatoes, fries, peppermint humbugs and my favorite Yorkshire pudding.

I sat there for a while in a conversation with Quirrell. His stuttering was really starting to get on my nerves.

I looked up and stared at Potter, only to see him flinch and cover his scar. I look away and went back to listening to the man wearing the disgusting turban, thinking of how to torment the new Gryffindors.

After about an hour, Dumbledore stood up and all went quiet. I always wondered how he did that. All he had to do is stand and they shut up and pay attention. It never worked for me. Too bad...it could have been fun.

Dumbledore went on about the usual... no magic between classes, the forbidden forest is obviously forbidden and when Quidditch try outs were being held.

He also addressed to every one that the third-floor corridor on the right hand side is out of bounds for 'cough' reasons.

Then the school sat up and sung the school song. I waited for them to finish, having the Weasley twins finish last.

Finally the sorting is over and the students are leaving.

Not long after I left too, and went down to the dungeons to get ready for the start of a new school year.