I always hated Uncle Snape. Even when he came to my house I always felt uncomfortable around him.

Why you may ask?

Firstly, he has such greasy hair that you could fry some scotch eggs in there. Secondly, he sounded as if he was gurgling water. Some days I sort of expect to see him spit out water from his mouth and talk normally. Third of all, to be honest I don't know why but I feel like he has bad intentions. I think that's because he apparently had "a bad past" according to father.

As I passed the dungeons with Hermoine I couldn't help but feel almost as if I should've been here. Belonged here.

I assumed Hermoine saw this because she stopped abruptly and pulled me outside and said, "come on. I know a shortcut."

She led me to a deserted corridor and we walked in silence before she slowed down and said, "I know how you feel. At my old school I was bullied a lot."

I could only let my heart ache. I was too busy pitying my own problems I forgot how nice she was to me. I acted like my problems are the only ones in the universe.

Before I could think what I was doing I gave her a long hug, left her flustered and ran to class so she couldn't catch up.

I took a deep long breath before I entered.

Come on, Draco. He is your uncle. He won't judge you because your in Gryffindor I thought.

But I spoke too soon.

To be honest I didn't know who I was most scared to face. Hermione or Uncle Snape.

But the second that door flew open I knew my answer.

There he was with his greasy and shaggy black hair, scary piercing black eyes and pale skin.

"Why hello, Draco. How nice of you to join us" he said sarcastically.

I turned to look at Ron and he mouthed with a apologetic grimace "five minutes late. Sorry!"

I gave Uncle Snape a apology and was about to sit beside Harry, Ron and Hermoine when Snape called out "Longbottom! Switch spots with Draco!"

I slowly turned to face Uncle Snape. He had a slight smile playing on his lips. I got up and went over to Neville and switched spots.

Hey, at least you won't be alone I thought.

Then I realized I was alone.

And from that point onward he made my first Potions class miserable.

From calling out how bad my potion looked, how I let everyone down because I was in Gryffindor, my parents Howler and how I still hadn't heard from my parents since my sorting.

But he hasn't only been making fun of me, he has been making fun of Harry and Neville.

How Harry's parents deserved what he got, how their potions looked like goat dung.

And I noticed how Harry's face fell each time he said something.

As if that is true, I wanted to tell him. It isn't your parents fault they fought for good not evil.

At last, potions was over.

I presume that McGonnagall took pity of me because in Transfiguration she gave compliments to me for absolutely nothing. At least I have one class I enjoy.

The next day was the Quidditch match.

Harry twiddled his fingers around anxiously and barely ate anything. To be honest I was kind of jealous. I spend my entire life watching and idolizing Quidditch and this boy who knows nothing about it becomes a seeker and "the best in over a century." But I guess it's all in genetics. We go off to the stands holding a "Potter for President" poster above our heads. M stomach rolled over when Harry went upside-down. I looked at Uncle Snape and he is muttering something under his breath that looks awfully like a curse.

I tell this to Hermoine and she freaks out. She tells Ron something and clearly thinks I will disagree because she leaves without telling me.

I watch her as she mutters something and orange and red engulfed his black coat.

Snape jumps up in surprise and guess what? Harry's broom goes back to normal.

Even when Harry catches the snitch I still have a empty feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I know my uncle is evil but he wouldn't try to kill someone.

Would he?