Note: This one is set just after the fist little story, the one about Harry and Draco. Just so you know….

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Snape paced the hallways angrily, grumbling to himself. It was a beautiful sunny day— the little fluffy birdies were chirping their little hearts out, and the ickle students skipping merrily, hand in hand.

He HATED it.

All he wanted to do was return to calming silence of his beloved dungeons and brew a dreamless sleep draught to shut out all the happiness.

Or else go and scare some first years.

The latter came into effect as he was thinking it; a large group of first years—Hufflepuffs, Even better! Thought Snape— rounded the corner, chattering away like there was no tomorrow.

They get smaller every year, thought Snape to himself before he rounded on them. As soon as they caught sight of him, they froze in their tracks and quailed under his death glare.

"Do you imbeciles have any idea of what you are doing?" He said in a quiet, sinister voice. The first years shook their heads in terror. One of them was stupid enough to answer his question.

"Um…Taking a walk?" Snape decided to keep the quiet, sinister thing going for a while, before exploding.

"Taking a walk, you say? And can you tell me WHERE that is?" His voice lowered even more, so that the first years had to scuttle closer to hear him. The same first year that had answered before decided to try his luck again.

"Um…We're down in the dungeons, sir. Its not a sin, we're just taking a walk." The other first years gasped and turned to face him. Boy, was he in trouble now. They all turned back to look at Snape and were very surprised to see him utterly calm. He pointed at the cheeky first year.

"What is your name?" The first year hesitated for a moment.

"James. James Green."

"Well, 'James. James Green', come over here." The Hufflepuff was hesitant.

"Come on, I won't bite." He thought he heard another Hufflepuff mutter "Yeah, Sure", but he ignored it. James Green inched closer.

"Closer." He obeyed.

"A little closer." He moved closer, until he was face to face with the potions master. Snape slowly stood up, and the poor James Green realised the fatal error of his bold mistake.

"IF I EVER CATH YOU COMING NEAR MY DUNGEONS AGAIN, OR EVEN THINKING ABOUT IT, I WILL PERSONALLY SEE TO IT THAT YOU WILL BE SCRUBBING EVERY FLOOR IN THIS CASTLE UNTIL THE DAY YOU DIE! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?" He roared. The first years jumped; a couple shrieked, and James Green cowered. Snape shot him his deadliest glare yet.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME? OR SHOULD I INCREASE THAT PUNISHMENT TO TAKING CARE OF THE FORBIDDEN FOREST GREENERY, WHERE THE CENTAURS CAN HAVE YOU?" James Green nodded, then fainted. Snape turned to the other cowering hufflepuffs.

"You lot. Take him away before I decide that he will make a nice trophy to mount on my wall." They obeyed instantly, and quickly carried their friend out of sight.

As soon as they were out of earshot, Snape laughed to himself.

"I've still got it." He said, smirking. Then, suddenly…It happened.

While he was smirking.

Severus Snape, Potions Master of Hogwarts, the evil greasy Git, the defense against the dark arts fanatic and possibly the meanest person in the history of mean people felt a slight pang of guilt.

Okay, maybe not slight.

Okay, maybe it was a little more than average.

Alright, maybe it was pretty big.

Or…colossal…

Snape repeatedly hit his head on the wall. This. Couldn't. Be. Happening!

"This. Can't. Be. Happening! Not now! Not while I'm making witches weekly Top Evil! I Might even beat Voldemort!" Snape groaned, and someone laughed. A High, cruel laugh.

"Well well well, Severus. Seems like the deatheater of Hogwarts has finally broken down. How does it feel on the other side?" Snape looked up. Lucius was right in front of him, sporting an uncharacteristic smile. Snape raised an eyebrow.

"What are you going on about?" Lucius' smile only widened.

"Ah, my poor sad potions master. Have you no idea?" he lowered his voice. "First, you don't notice it. But then one fine day, just when you're at your meanest, it starts to take hold. It starts with the guilt; small at first, but then it grows and feeds on you like a parasite. Then comes the sympathy. You'll start to feel sorry for others, even if you don't want to. You may try to fight it, my friend, but in the end…it'll happen."

Silence.

Then—

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Snape was screaming. the little fluffy birdies stopped chirping their little hearts out, in fear of their lives. The ickle students stopped skipping merrily, hand in hand, wondering what new monster was unleashed inside the castle.

"Shut up, Severus, Shut up!" Lucius hissed. Snape shut up. But then he started complaining.

"I'm the evil potion master of Hogwarts! Now I may well have to change my name to 'Severus would-you-like-a-hug Snape'! This is an outrage! I feel disgusted! I am disgusted! I…am…sad…"

Then it happened.

Again.

Severus Snape, Potions Master of Hogwarts, the evil greasy Git, the defense against the dark arts fanatic and possibly the meanest person in the history of mean people did the only thing that a, evil, greasy, Git-ish, defense against the dark arts obsessive and possibly the meanest person in the history of mean people Potions Master of Hogwarts could do.

He broke down and cried.

And he cried.

And he cried.

Lucius, being a good evil friend (and having a HUGE crush on Snape), patted his shoulder affectionately (perhaps too affectionately).

"Oh, come on, my good friend. Its not bad. You can still wear black, and people will like you! You'll have friends!" Snape looked up, sniffling.

"F-friends?"

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"Sev, I don't think we should be friends anymore."

"What? James, you can't be serious." James shook his head.

"I AM serious. Lately, you've become really really obsessed with dark stuff…really really really obsessed with the dark arts. And as funny and friendly as you are…I hate the dark arts."

"well I like it."

"Well I don't."

"Well I do."

"Well then you're going to have to choose. Me or your dark arts." Severus paused. Then he knew what he had to do.

"James…I pick…you." James grinned brightly.

"Really?"

"No, you moron, I pick my dark arts!" Severus laughed evilly. "Friends come and go, but the dark arts will live forever!"

And with that he walked off.

"Fine! Be like that! We'll so how your darks arts can save you later, when everyone is picking on you! I'm going to staple you to a wall by your pants!"

Snape wasn't listening.

From then on, he became Severus Snape, the evil greasy Git, the defense against the dark arts fanatic and possibly the meanest person in the history of mean people.

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"James," whispered Snape. Then he hugged Lucius. Lucius hugged him back.

"See? Not so bad."

"Oooh! I have a good idea! Lets go to Hogsmeade and buy fun stuff!" Snape squealed

(Note: Yes, Snape is allowed to squeal. I can make Snape squeal. I can make snape dance the Macarena is I wanted to makes Snape dance the Macarena). Lucius nodded happily.

"Sounds good to me." Then they moth walked off Merrily hand in hand.

Okay, I made him happy. Now I wonder if I can make him Gay…Eh, save that for another day.