Hey you guys, just wanted to say I'm writing another fic along with that now, it's called The Black Rule, please check it out.

Severus Snape had had many students over the years, students that were all, from his point of view, annoying apathetic worms that had no knowledge at all.

Potter was not apathetic. In fact, he was so not apathetic that he made Lucius blink owlishly with a hint of a smile on his face, thoroughly dazzled Draco, and gave Severus a headache: he was chirpy. Completely, insanely, annoyingly chirpy; and nothing could make him any less chirpy, no matter how much Severus tried.

"This potion is used to corrupt a man's soul," he'd said in his most gloomy and sepulchral voice –the only reason Lucius had not rolled his eyes at his antics was his Malfoy upbringing.

Draco had shivered lightly, looking at the potion in fearful wonder.

Potter had beamed, BEAMED, for the love of God.

"Like Grima in Lord of the Rings?" he'd asked happily.

Severus had had the greatest urge to bang his head against a wall, and Lucius had cleared his throat:

"I'm sure," he'd said in that just too neutral tone that meant he was struggling not to laugh.

"What's Grima, in lord of the Rings," had asked Draco in a low tone, and Potter had leaped in a loud, chirpy explanation of Lord of The Rings, and elf ears, and immortal life, and Severus did NOT find it interesting AT ALL!

"Are there ghosts in the wizarding world?"

"Are they really scary like the ones in the black mounts?"

"Can they kill people? Cause it would be so cool if they could kill people."

"Wait, can you bring people back from the dead?"

"Oh, are there dragons? I would love to see a dragon!"

"Uh… are there any dragons here, though, cause that once a seagull pooped on Amy's hair and that was just nasty. We're not in danger of dragon poop, are we?"

"Are they no elves in this world, cause elves are really cool, and wise, and stuff. Also pretty."

Chirpy, chirpy, chirpy.

Worse even, Severus found himself listening.

God he hated this life.

"So," asked Dumbledore later, as Severus sat in his office, having left Lucius at Gwens, to have a conversation that looked a lot like flirting with the Henry boy. Lucius really had a Narcissus complex to a scary point. Draco and Harry were watching Lord Of the Rings. Severus was NOT jealous. "How did you find Mr Potter?"

Severus glowered, and Dumbledore chuckled –Okay, maybe he was a little jealous, but that was only because he was left with the old meddling coot:

"I see, Severus, please, do let let your memories prejudice you…"

"Prejudice me? I don't need any bloody prejudice, just thinking about the boy gives me a headache, and an unhinged fear of rings of any kind!"

"I see," said Dumbledore, a tad puzzled. "Lemon drop?"

Severus sneered:

"No, thank you, I will just go to sleep if you don't mind. I have a headache."

Oh who was he kidding now, he was a lot jealous.