Hey guys! I've been asked to write Snape's answer to James' letter. Here it is ;D

Have fun reading!

Potter,

I don't care. I thought you've understood that way back in our first year at Hogwarts, but I guess I was wrong. Merlin forbid, I thought Death may have helped you to get rid of your overly huge head, but having read that letter just now proved me wrong. Nothing can get past you thick skull, can it? Not even your own death.

I should have known that, really. Not a single word, sentence or the worst insult could stop you from trying to get what you wanted. You thought you had the right to just take everything and be all arrogant about it. Thinking of which, you've always been an arrogant little brat, so no surprise in that department.

Arrogant, insufferable, stupid and proud Gryffindor – always flounced about, your personal body guards always by your side. You thought nothing could ever stop you, didn't you? I could see it in your hateful eyes whenever you looked into my direction, whenever you started to smirk when I came your way.

Thought you were better than me, better than every single wizard, witch and Muggle the earth was inhibited by at that moment.

And I've seen your pitiful and sometimes even desperate attempts to get Lily's attention. You just wouldn't get that she wanted nothing to do with you, and yet you had to annoy the living hell out of her and thus me. Me being her best friend at that time had some advantages, you know?

Certainly, first of all, it pissed you off so very much it was quite amusing to watch you fume whenever you've seen the both of us together. I was the one by her side and no matter what you did; you couldn't manage to change it. And you've certainly tried, haven't you, Potter? Starting with catcalls, hexes, jinxes, pranks, until that wasn't enough – until you all wanted to get rid of me for good.

Oh, no. I haven't forgotten that one incident. I could still cite Dumbledore's every word from that evening if I wanted to. You and Pettigrew, running into the pitch black night, your stupid Invisibility Cloak fluttering behind you – you didn't even manage to properly cover yourselves. The full moon in the distance, lighting the grounds of Hogwarts, illuminating the Whomping Willow and then there was Black. Staying behind, wildly gesturing for you to get a move on, but not moving one inch from the spot where he stood.

I can remember that night perfectly, as if it was just yesterday that you lured me into that trap of yours and nearly got me killed in the process. I won't even try to comprehend the reasons that might have been behind that brilliant plan of yours, as I won't ever let myself sink onto your level of comprehension and sense of humour.

And after you got the chance to play the hero of the day, I owed you a Life Debt.

And that old coot Dumbledore had the nerve to tell me that I mustn't tell a single soul about this 'little unfortunate incident' as nobody was to ever find out, not caring one single Knut about the fact that I could as well have nearly died back by that precarious tree. As long as Saint James Potter could get something good out of the situation, no one was to argue.

And now you seriously ask me why I treated your son the way I did? You have absolutely no right whatsoever to judge the way I used to treat my students. Your precious little son was a pain in the arse, strutting about, with his friends always by his side, like he owned the place. Someone had to act sometime and teach him how to behave properly, seeing that no one had enough interest to tell him. Being his father and having to watch other people – foreign people, maybe even despised ones – raising your son – or failing at that – must have been a blow to your ego, am I right? Of course I am.

Given the fact that he has the arrogance, abnormally developed pride and ego, as well as his incredibly rude behaviour in his genes, he probably wouldn't even know how he acted around other people. Giving the impression that he was better than anybody else, someone to look up to, someone to follow. Please! Don't make me laugh!

He even managed to act like that without ever fully meeting his precious Daddy because he got himself killed beforehand. And don't even think about trying to reprimand me because this little fact may be my fault.

I know very well that not all of my decisions in life have been the right ones to make, but I at least accept the consequences of said mistakes, as well as deal with them which I certainly cannot say about you.

You may understand them, perhaps even accept some of them, but definitely are unable to live with them. Still whining like during our Hogwarts years – as if that would change anything.

I have had to learn that the hard way. What's happened happened and cannot be changed. It's in the past and thus untouchable. The future is what we make and are able to influence and we should act like it and not whine about things that cannot under any circumstances be changed. But one would need a well-functioning brain to comprehend those facts, which you are obviously lacking. But I wouldn't have expected anything different from someone born into the Potter family. It seems to be the malfunctioning genes.

You are a shame to the whole Wizarding World and, as you without a doubt know, I have made it clear to your precious little son to know that one fact about his family. And believe me, he didn't like it one bit. But what can I do? I only told him the truth.

So, to give this whole letter some more qualified facts for you to break your little brain about and for me to let off some steam for the last time, I have to tell you one thing.

What I have done to help that son of yours was something Dumbledore asked me to do. I had so much to thank him for, for saving my life and giving me a task to fulfil, that I chose to answer his call and act accordingly. I never did what I did because I might have some illogical desire to care for Lily's son or some other weird options you might have thought about.

I owed a Life Debt to you which I fulfilled by saving that brat of a Gryffindor during his first year. Otherwise he would have fallen from that broom of his that that idiot Quirrel had enchanted to throw him off and therefore he would probably have died, or at least would have crushed a good amount of bones. Therefore, everything that followed after that incident was purely to please the Headmaster.

Your son needed so much saving during his years in Hogwarts that it is a shame for him to have been called 'The Future Saviour of the Wizarding World'. He probably only survived because I made sure he would.

That being said, I wish to never ever hear from you again. I do not plan on wasting any more parchment on letters to you.

Keep your simple thoughts to yourself, Potter.

And please give my condolences to your wife for marrying such an insufferable prat like yourself.

In hopes of never having to see you or hear from you ever again,

Severus Snape

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