Life at Hogwarts has been a struggle for me so far. Sitting at the Gryffindor table eating lunch among mudbloods and little children who like them is brain numbing. I am aware that some of Finnigan's mates have noticed that I have been quiet. As I eat dinner in silence, Hermione looks over at me with curious eyes.
"Do you have a problem?" I snap out at her without thinking. Her eyes widen and the others at the table look at me with concern. Afraid that the other wizards will start to become suspicious of me I quickly attempt to cover my tracks.
"I'm sorry Hermione, I'm just not myself at the minute. I got news from home that a close relative has died."
They all looked on at me, sympathetically. I gritted my teeth and looked over at Harry. The disgusting little boy looked so unaware of what the future will bring for him. Inside my excitement was building.
"Harry, your good at potions aren't you?" I guessed that this wizard would be.
"I'm alright, not spectacular or anything…."
"That's alright, I was just wondering if you could help me do my potions homework tonight?"
Harry smiled and nodded. "Of course, Seamus. We can help each other. Although if our past track record is anything to go by we won't get much work done!" We both laughed. I was looking forward to the night. It would be the first time alone with Harry and my first chance to start getting in his head.
Later on that day was my first class with Severus Snape. I was looking forward to it seeing it as a great opportunity to check how loyal Snape was to me behind my back.
I had forgotten how large Hogwartz was and had trouble finding the room he would be teaching in. I strolled in late the thought not crossing my mind that Snape would ever raise his voice in my presence. I took a seat.
"Mr Finnigan…" Snape's voice was sharp and loud. It cut through the children's chatter.
"It is very good of you to join us, would you like us to change the starting time for every class for you?" He asked sarcasticly.
Malfoy sniggered and I sent him a dirty look. Of course Malfoy sucks up to Snape. The son was just like his power hungry father.
"I'm sorry Snape, I lost track of time." I knew I had to stay in character.
"Excuse me, that is professor Snape to a little Irish twerp like you."
I was unable to control my snigger. If only he knew who he was actually talking to. He'd be quivering in his boots. Before disguising myself as Seamus I had thought it for the best that I told as few as my followers as possible. Only the very most trusted were told. I certainly did not trust Snape.
The class finally started. Severus was going to show us how to create a potion to make an enemy like you. I looked around the class. All the other wizards were looking confused and putting all the wrong measurements in. Hermione, however, was calmly putting all the right amount of ingredients in with a smug look on her face.
I was finished mine, first and perfectly. Hermione turned around and looked at me, clearly somewhat jealous, and bemused that someone had out done her. I could feel my cheeks go red with fury that a mudblood would think that she would be better at potions than anyone. What right did a mudblood have to be studying alongside real wizards?
I calmed myself down by thinking about my plans for the evening. I intended to chat to Potter about his relationship with Hermione and Ron. I was going to imply to Harry that Ron was jealous of his relationship with the frizzy haired mudblood. I knew that would start a feud between the two of them. Months of spying on the threesome had made it clear to me both that Ron and Hermiones relationship was stronger than friendship and that to some extent weedy Ron was jealous of the famous Potter. So I had quickly decided to prey on this sore point!