A/N: I don't own Harry Potter.
A/N 2: A take on how things could have gone the first day of potions.
The first years walked into the dungeon slowly. The walls were gray stone and looked damp.
The room was dimly lit and one wondered just how easy it would be to read the instructions they were supposed to follow.
There were long tables set up, two seats at each. Professor Snape watched as the students looked around the room before choosing their seats.
Most sat with their housemates. He recognized Harry Potter almost instantly. He looked just like James, although missing the arrogant expression.
Snape paused for a second waiting to see where the boy sat. Not surprisingly he sat with another Gryffindor, one Snape recognized as a member of the Weasley family. He wondered if this was the last of them.
Harry laughed about something the Weasley boy said. Arrogant? Snapes mind wondered.
Part of him wanted to make sure this boy was knocked down a few pegs before he got a chance to be like his father.
Another part of him, the small part that actually cared about the fact Harry was Lily's son wanted to protect him.
This time, he chose to ignore the boy that lived. There was always next week if it turned out the little brat took too much after James.
