Part 1

Chapter 1

It was a normal friday morning, in September. School had been in session for two weeks and already Severus Snape had already given out thirteen detentions. Snape had no intentions of giving anymore, so today he had decided to let things slide. All he wanted was a nice quiet day, a day when he could have rest and relaxation.

Snape woke up at seven o' clock that morning. He laid around the bed for five minutes to give his brain time to wake up, and let his blood circulate. After he felt wide awake he took a long, relaxing shower, and dressed. He headed down to breakfast, where he would have to listen to those noisy children making noise all around the Great Hall.

Snape arrived in the Great Hall and found that it was packed with the staff and students. The noise level was beyond endurance and Snape was in no mood to talk to another living soul, nor a dead one. Snape weaved his way around the students and made his way to his seat at the staff table. To avoid conversation, he focused on eating his breakfast, instead on the conversations his collegues were having.

He left the breakfast table early, so that he could prepare for his first lesson, which were seventh year Ravenclaws. He had only three classes to teach that day, and he wasn't looking forward to his last class. Fifth year Gryffindors and Slytherins.The last person he wanted in his presence was Harry Potter, a fifth year Gryffindor who didn't like to follow rules.

Harry was the person who annoyed Snape the most. Everything about the boy annoyed him. From the top of his untidy hair all the way down to his shoes. It was plain and simple. He hated the boy. He even hated the boy's last name, because he was reminded of his father. He too had untidy black hair and talent on the Quidditch field. Snape and James had been enemies since they first set eyes on each other. But that was in the past, and Snape was keen to forget that.

Snape's first two classes went by smoothly. The students got through there potions in silence, and they had done a fairly good job on it. There was no explosions, no swear words being yelled across the classroom, no fights, it was just two consecutive peaceful lessons. But would he survive the last lesson? Would Potter drive him up the wall? Or will he find it in his heart to leave him alone?

After luch Snape slowly made his way back to his dungeon. If he had took his time, the less time he would have to spend looking at Potter.

He was just around the corner when he saw the most amazing thing. The students were quiet, and they were standing in a straight line. This came as a surprise to Snape. Normally, Potter would have struck a fight with the Slytherins, but no, he was standing in the Gryffindor line, just as quiet.

Maybe this lesson will be satisfactory, Snape thought as he open the door and beckoned them all inside.

He watched as the students quietly made their way to their seats. He to went to his seat and took roll call. When they all declared themselves present, Snape set them to a ridden essay, as he worked on his grades and other records. He heard no whispers, or laughing, just the scrathing of the quills, and the shuffle of pages of the book and parchment.

Snape looked around the class. He them all working silently. His eyes roamed around the classroom, and settled them upon Potter and his friends table. He saw Granger and Weasley passing notes back and forth. He couldn't find no harm in that, until he saw Weasley slide the letter over to Potter, who was resting his head on the desk rather than working.

"Potter!" he barked across the class.

Potter jumps at the sound of his name, and he looks around the class. He notices all the heads in the room was turned towards him. Snape made his way over to the table to see how much work they had gotten done. If it was a fair amount of work, Snape would leave them alone, but if they had less than expectations, he would give them detention for the rest of the month.

Snape stood besides Potter and took on glance at his paper. It seems he hadn't even started on his essay. He looked down at his two friend's paper to see that Granger had already wrote over a foot, Weasley had written ten inches, but Potter hadn't written anything at all. Not even his name.

"Potter, inform me of the assignment I gave today." said Snape.

"An essay about bezoars." Potter replied.

"Then tell me why you are talking about the Dark Lord in my class." Snape said picking up the piece of parchment that Granger and Weasley had been passing back in forth. It had three different handwritings and he realized that one of them belonged to Potter.

"I. . . um. . ."

"This means a detention for the rest of the month. Do you have any obligations?"

"This isn't fair, professor. I. . ."

"Yes?"

"No. . . I'm sorry," he muttered.

Today was pretty much the same for Snape, as all the others. How he would have liked to get away from the school, for a month or so. He had even wished it, Little did he know that most wishes come true.