AN/ So here is Chapter Two, now getting to the time of the books to start. Let me know what you think in reviews!

August 1991 (Right before Harry starts at Hogwarts)

It's been many years since Snape had started off at Hogwarts, and from then till now he still hates every minute of it. The children, the teaching, and the staff – they were all insufferable.

When he first started off, everyone was wary of him, but that could be cause he wasn't a big fan of being pushed into a corner to start teaching and was in a foul mood because of it. All his older teachers tried to cheer him up with stories of him as a kid at Hogwarts, but all that'd do was cause him to get angry, snap and leave the room, especially when they would talk about him and Lily.

But now it's been almost ten years, and Severus has grown quite tolerant of his fellow co-workers.

He entered the staff room to find McGonagall, Flitwick, Sprout, and Burbank all gathering and laughing together. "Well, if it isn't Severus. Want some Firewhiskey to celebrate the new year?"

Snape raised an eyebrow. Why did I come in here again? Flitwick was already pouring him a glass and handing it to him before he could say anything else, so Snape just sat down next to McGonagall and just rolled with it.

"This year is going to be interesting," said Flitwick.

"How so?" Replied Sprout.

"Harry Potter."

Snape stopped where he was, in the process of taking a sip of his drink as soon as the name was uttered. Potter. He would be starting up now wouldn't he?

McGonagall laughed, "I wonder how much like his father he's going to be like."

"Or his mother." Quickly Snape took a big gulp of his Firewhiskey and it burned his throat as it sizzled down as Flitwick talked. "Hagrid said that he has Lily's eyes."

Damn it… thought Snape.

"What are your thought, Severus?" Pushed McGonagall.

Snape raised an eyebrow. "I won't have any until I meet the boy now would I?"

Everyone laughed. Severus for the past ten years has always been very confrontational. They enjoyed how much looser he is now, actually confronting with them and being a part of discussions.

"Well, I'm looking forward to meeting him. Hagrid has been very vocal about what a charming boy he has become," said Sprout.

Charity shook her head, "I wish I would have him for a class if he is as nice as Hagrid says."

Snape just stared at her. Wishing to teach a Potter? If he had a choice, he would veto himself out of that job. "Well, one thing we can be sure of: this will be an interesting year."

Suddenly, the new defence against the dark arts teacher came in, Quirrel, wearing his standard purple turban and puffy robes, sweat beating down his face as he did so. When he entered he opened his mouth as if to speak, but seemed to be lost for words.

Charity smiled shyly at him and made her exit, followed by Sprout. McGonagall and Snape just stared at Quirrel as he attempted to speak. "Oh for goodness sake, Quirinus, is there something you want?"

"N-n-n-no, n-not really. I just c-c-came to s-say hi," he smiled. "Hi."

Snape sighed and stared at him some more as he scrambled to sit down on the couch. Something seemed off about him, but what Snape couldn't quite understand.

He was originally the Muggle Studies teacher before he took over for defence, and he seemed to be scared of what he was teaching. Apparently something happened over the summer, but what that might be no one really knew.

Better keep an eye on him.

AN/ Just so you guys know, I read on the HP Wiki that Quirrel was the muggle studies teacher before he was the defence, which is the angle I'm going to take my story in. I know it didn't say that in the books.