My first attempt at a Harry potter Fan-fiction. I've tried to stick to the characters as much as possible, but I'm sorry if they're not quite right. This story takes place at the start of 'The Order of the Phoenix' but I'm not quite sure yet how long it will run for.
I don't own any Harry Potter Characters and nor do I pretend to. Hope you all enjoy this – please read and review ;)
Shadows of a Snake
The arrival of Harry Potter at number 12 Grimmald Place had caused quite a stir among the order and its guests. Many were pleased that he had safely arrived and were happy just to have him around, however one member was less joyous about their new visitor. Severus Snape, teacher of potions at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, detested the scruffy boy and equally disliked his partners in crime Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger.
In fact being stuck in a house with the entire Weasley family was starting to drive him insane. Well, as insane as he mono, one-dimensional personality would allow. Molly with her constant nagging, Arthur with his ridiculous obsession with the strange and unhealthy muggle world, and those children. Constantly causing trouble one way or another, especially the two firebrand twins apparating everywhere and using those ridiculous 'extendable ears' of theirs. Of course Snape knew they was using them, he was one of the first to know, but why waste his time on them when he had much more pressing matters at hand.
Worse of all though was the Azkaban reject, dog-eared, Sirius Black. The boy which had been a thorn is his side for five years at the school, but now he would have his revenge. Revenge for all the years of bullying and torture he suffered at the hands of him and that potter boy and their poor excuse for a half breed friend, Remus Lupin.
But for the moment he stood outside the hidden door of the Black residence as the houses parted for him. He curled his lips into a tight smile at the thought of being the lone wolf among the unsuspecting sheep.
He happily poked a small button by the side of the withered doorframe and returned his arms coolly to his side and inside his black robes as he heard the house burst into the screams and shouts of Black's mother protesting against her new found squatters. He let out a sigh of contentment as the door opened for him. Just in time for him to hear Molly say 'I wish he wouldn't ring the doorbell.'
