And finally the story begins to start!
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If I told you things I did before
Told you how I used to be
Would you go along with someone like me
If you knew my story word for word
Had all of my history
Would you go along with someone like me?
-Young Folks, Peter Bjorn and John

The school day went fast, I pretty much followed Lily to all the classes, (We have the same ones, thank gosh,) in a daze. Potions seemed to go well, as I did not blow anything up, (as I somehow managed to do in charms,) and I incredibly enough almost looked like I knew what I was doing in care for magical creatures. After my final class was finally done, (Mr. Binns drones as if it is his sole life goal to make you fall asleep,) I set off to look for the library and my first tutor for the next year every Tuesday, Severus only took me fifteen minutes to find the elusive library, and as I stepped through the doors I scanned the room for my new tutor. When I mentioned his name to Lily, she flushed and described him shortly as 'tall, lanky, dark hair, hooked nose, sallow, and vile.' Sounds like fun.

S.S. didn't appear to be in the front of the library, so I went to the back. (Which also happened to be safe from the glaring stare of the librarian, who looked at you as if you personally shredded her only copy of "Wyverns in Flight, The Collectors Edition.") Glancing over the heads bowed over their books, I finally found one with dark hair and a hooked nose. Weaving through the tables, I plopped into the chair next to him. He didn't look up. "Um, hi, Severus Snape?" I said cautiously, and smiled brightly at him when his eyes flitted up from his book.

"Oh, it's you." He said somewhat sourly, and closed the book with a bang. "To clear things up, I will tutor you, but I will not like it. I will teach you what I need to, but I will not do your homework for you, nor will we speak outside of these sessions. That means you can stop smiling at me."

"No, it's alright." I said chirpily, widening my smile a la cheshire cat. "I think it makes you nervous." Glaring at me from under his long dark bangs covering most of his eyes, he pulled a large tome from a nearby bookshelf and let it thud down upon the table, causing dust to rise from it's cover.

Snape flipped through the pages quickly, and stopped on one I couldn't see. "Now," He started, a smug smile spreading accross his face, "What are all the uses of wolfsbane, where did it originate, and what herb reduces its effects?" Evil evil person.

I had managed to skip out on the last five to ten minutes of our 'session' by calling out loudly, "Why Snape, I don't think you can do that to the books!" And rushed out as an indignant ---- mobbed him for the safety of her books. He brought it all down upon himself. Whistling as I strode down the hallway, I thought happy thoughts. Torturing Snape, saving the world and getting it over with, and banana splits. With strawberry and vanilla ice cream, and crumbled up warm brownie on the top to meld with the chocolate sauce. And then mash it alllll in Snapes hair. I smiled broadly at the lady in pink as I whispered the password, and nearly waltzed right past Matt and Ellie in the common room.

"Sylvia!" Ellie stopped me, and pulled me onto the couch with her. "How was your session?"

"Yeah," Matt continued, "Did the glorious Snape try to drug you and take a sample of your saliva, hair and brain matter? We hear he does that to his young, helpless victims."

"The session was okay, and negative on the latter, although he was trying pretty hard to make my brain drain out my nose," I replied, "But no, he wasn't that bad, although I was entertaining what the best method of torture would be just when I walked in."

"Ah, so that's what that dreamy smile was all about." Matt said knowingly, tapping the side of his head. Ellie watched us, her brow wrinkled.

"I don't know..." She said slowly, "I was in a conversation with him once over potions, and he seemed like a pretty nice guy. I think he's just been through a lot."

"I promise I will be easy on him," I smiled at her, then looked around. "Hey, where's Lily?"

"Headgirl and boy meeting." Matt informed me, "Or out terrorizing naughty first-years."

"I don't think I could ever do that," Ellie said, shivering. "I have enough problems talking with boys my own age, but little kids can be monsters."
"Hey, you can talk to me!" Matt exclaimed, sitting up from the slouch he was in his plush chair.

"Yes, but you're different from other boys," Ellie explained, "You're like an old pillow that's kinda worn down and you sometimes drool on but ONLY if you're dreaming of coconut pie, while with other boys I'm basically 'Ah, Hmm, Umm, Oh.' And avoid eye-contact. Then they leave."

"I always pick out the bad apples. Not even bad apples, but bad oranges who pretend to be bad apples so they can infiltrate the bad apple government and overthrow it for their bad-orange-leader." I sigh, trying not to remember the disaster that was my last relationship.

"And girls think I'm a lazy, drool-caked, joke-cracking buffoon, and on that happy note, I'm off to beddie-bye. Nighty-night!" Matt said, getting up and stretching.

"Night!" We both called as he plodded up the stairs. "We should probably get to bed too," Ellie yawned, and I nodded, and helped pull her up as we stumbled into bed, both of our heads full of our problems.

The next morning I was barely awake again, and blindly moved through most of my classes, until Defense Against the Dark Arts. I had fell into my seat, and was only half listening as I opened my book to the page the teacher instucted, but was jerked to attention by the title. Vampires in The Modern Wizarding World. Oh no.

Through the first half I could contain myself, and gripped the edge of my desk so hard that my knuckles turned white and Lily turned to give me a concerned look. However, it was during the last part of the lesson where I had to leave. The girl in front of me had started talking about how she thought vampires were to be pitied, romantic even. I found myself growing a little queasy.

I somehow found myself outside, by the lake, in the rain. Which perfectly suited my mood. Burying my now wet head in my hands, I sighed. Of course they had to bring up the one thing I was trying to forget. It wasn't even that bad, someone stronger or smarter could've handled it. Someone not like me. (To hell with it, melodrama suits the weather.) I raised my face upwards to the grey sky so that the rain could wash my face, which felt flushed. Dragging myself from the ground, feeling like a drowned rat, I headed back towards the common rooms. There's no time like the present. After somehow successfully pulling myself up the last step to the girls dormitory, I collapsed in a soggy pile next to Ellie on Lily's bed.

Before the could say anything, I started to talk. "Just so this doesn't become one of those high-school-after-school specials where the new girl keeps a secret from others and it's finally revealed and they're all indignant and such, there's something I should tell you."