whats up his arse
Chapter 7
WTF? What’s up his arse
The next morning I wake up get dressed and still a little stoned from last night. I follow the rest of the first years down into the great hall for breakfast. I struggled to get to sleep last night. I think it was about 4 o’clock by the time I actually got to sleep. Something like that, the last time I remembered looking it was half three and there was some time between checking and me actually going to sleep. Either way sleeping with Sam’s bug old hunk of muscle and sinue, he was very skinny, all the time meant I just couldn’t sleep. I wonder if he feels the same?
Hermione comes up to me all chipper and happy and I just want to kick her in he massive fucking teeth. She has no right to be this happy first thing in the morning. That was mean, its not her fault I couldn’t sleep. Fuck this shit, man. I work fucking nights and they want me eating at... what? Its not even 8. fuck me. My inner monologue going unheard by my bubbly little friend which I consider a blessing. She doesn’t have to know how much I hate her right now.
Completely uninterested in the food on the table I drink my coffee and cling to the cup like its my lifeline. Ive been tuning out whatever Hermione has been saying and I get a nudge from her and she gives me an annoyed look. Shrugging I say “what?” pulling out a cig and go to spark it but Hermione screeches at me that I cant do that. Great now we’ve got everyone's attention. Not liking having my actions questioned. I snarl “what the fucks your problem?” I’m trying to be discreet but her continued screech about fucking rules and I'm close to snapping. I can see Professor McGonigall handing out the time tables so I can be out of here as soon as. I’m never coming down without a smoke first. I might have to reevaluate if being her friend is worth it. Its obvious she cant hand. Throughout me thinking this she is still rambling on and finally getting my attention I turn to her giving her a deadpan look. “Look I get it your uncool. Now shut up.” I think that was quite nicely said. Apparently not as I can see her lip start to quiver. Now I'm not heartless I just don’t give a shit about people trying to lecture me about rules. Fuck rules! They are made to me bent, broken and stepped over. So getting my timetable I fuck off away from the girl as quickly as possible. Going into a hall one of the twins said lead to the charms classroom is, I find a cove which has a window with a ledge I could sit on. Finally sparking up a ciggie I feel my heart rate to slow down and a weight lift off of my shoulders.
Its not long before I hear the others coming and I walk out to see Ron and Dean walking in front of a group of first years going to our first lesson. I walk past them and walk beside Nevill and chatted while we went. He's a nice guy, maybe a nit to nice but give him some time with me I'm sure I could help him out a little. He is talking about the flying lesson tomorrow and practically shitting himself. Fuck what happened to this kid to make him such a pussy. And I hate using that word but its the only was to describe him even a little bitch boy has some bottle, this kid has none and its heartbreaking. I could imagine that he wouldn't have lasted long going through some of the shit that I have. Not if flying around and having a laugh is so fucking scary.
We get there and we are are greeted by a tiny little man whose beard was nearly as long as he was tall. I like, he's really peppy and he makes it a bit exciting just watching him get so excited about it. I’m soon not very interested in the lesson. We are levitating feathers. Something that Ive been doing without a wand since I was eight. I was just looking at my feather like it had caused me great offence when I take a quick glance around and see people actually struggling just to get the thing to move.
Hermione is next to me on my left. She hasn't said anything to me but she has smiled at me whenever our eyes met. She was having significantly more success than most. She expertly followed the movement and pronounced the correct incantation and had her feather floating around us no problems. Flitwick saw and gave her ten pints to Gryffindor. She looks at me smiling again. “Are you having issues? Can I help? If you show what your doing I can tell you what your doing wrong.” I raise an eyebrow at this. Smiling and trying not to chuckle I don’t reply. I look to make sure everyone is worried about themselves and Flitwick is at the other side of the room dealing with the Hufflepuff we share this lesson with. Yep we’re good. I just point my finger and with out a word or movement from me, only the feeling of me pulling up my magic and making the feather float. I turn to Hermione bringing my feather up between us and flicking it at her, as good as anyone can flick a feather at someone anyway. It sort of caresses, sort of taps her on her nose. She kind of flinches a bit dramatically which was funny.
“Ive been moving a lot more than fucking feathers since I was eight. I don’t even need a wand for stuff like this.” concentrating on what I want I turn the feather into a small chicken, then into an egg then back into the feather.
“WOAH! How did you do that?” was a whispered shout from someone on the desk next to me. It was Ron. While everyone else was busy trying to do simple shit he was just staring at me. He was on the far side of Dean who was the closest one to me so he had to push right far forward to keep me in is view. What a prick!
“Did what? I don’t know what your walking about?”
“Yeah you do. You turned the feather into a chicken.” I’m annoyed now this is drawing peoples attention.
“What are you talking about I'm just levitating my feather just like the professor asked me.” We have said professors attention too so I made a point to put on my best sweet and innocent routine. The professor isn't Sam he wont know that its all bull shit.
“What seems to be the problem boys?” he squeeks at us.
“I was just trying to do the spell, sir. Then Ron starts acting like I just sis something amazing I only levitated my feather sir.” I probably look incredulous and Flitwick gives Ron a stern glare.
“Have you managed you do it, brilliant. Lets have a look.” I do the incantation and wand movement perfectly and of coarse I smile like Ive made the biggest achievement. I’m stating to give credence to Alice’s theory that wandless magic seems to be a rare gift. I don’t want people knowing that I'm gifted if that is the case. Better using that for something in the future.
He gives me a great smile back and rewards me five pints to Gryffindor. for being the second one in class to get it. If this is what its going to be like then this is going to be a piece of piss and no use if I want to get better. I’m going to need to do this on my own. Wondering if I can get away with skipping class, the bell brings me back to the land of the living. We put our books away and we are off for lunch. Hermione hasn't spoken to me since I showed her the feather trick but she's walking next to me and says nothing when I spark up a joint. Am I pushing my boundaries with her at this point? Fuck yes. If she's not happy she could always be friends with someone else. Luckily enough she doesn’t say anything about the smoking but she did ask my why I didn’t show Flitwick my wandless levitation.
Stopping and turning to her I make it clear “because I’m not here to earn house points I want to learn all there is to learn about magic. The moment I found out about what I could do I have been practising and I know this might be hard to believe but I like to keep some things to myself. Contrary to what you might see I’m a private person. People only see what I want them to see.” I’m throwing her a bone here and giving her a little confidence. If she can curve he lecturing I don’t mind giving a little something back. Lets just hope she understands that lecturing is a no no.
We walk to lunch and I’m stuck in my head. The rest of the first years were all talking about whether they managed to move the feather. I am wondering if this is what all the lessons are going to be like. Why has no one else tried to use their magic before coming here. I have an unreal amount of control compared to the rest of the kids here. I’m going to be so bored. I’m hoping beyond hope that the library will be able to so me something new. Maybe I'm jumping to conclusions. Maybe its just easy to get a gage on what we can do. Lets wait to find out, fingers crossed.
Lunch wasn't eventful. I was sitting eating a ham and cheese sandwich with Hermione on my right and the Weasley twins to my left. I think its Fred that's next to me. Either way they gave me a big smile and “Howdy my liege.” the bow a little and I give a giggle. Theses guys are a hoot. They get into telling us of one of their better pranks. I cant help but join in they’re energy is infectious. I tell them about the time Sam gets me with a bucket of ice water in the shower and they howled but not as much as when I told my story of how I got him back.
I know it seems so simple but the best tricks usually are. I put cling film in certain areas of the house. Like across doorways at the perfect height to hit him in the face. He took the first one when he walked through the front door, with good humour but he got a but pissed off with the one on the bathroom door, and the toilet. I suppose he could have taken that all in good fun but I will be honest I probably went OTT. I put some around the sink too. He was dyeing for a pee when he came in got hit by booby trap 1. he congratulated me in a prank well done the runs to the loo. Only to get hit by the booby trap two. I did hear a little growl that brought a smile to my face. There was a little delay before I hear the funniest thing Ive ever heard. He screams my name as he tried to pee in to bowl only for it to everywhere. The “I cant stop it!” still makes me laugh. He ended up pissing in the bath Fucking scruff. Icing on the cake was when he tried to use the sink only to cover himself and the bathroom in water. Which is a lot better than Sam piss all things considered.
He came out in an absolute mess and it was just so funny. I just smile
“Did you have some issues.” he gives me a pointed look and I burst into laughter. When I finish my story so does the twins. Ron trying to get into the conversation practically shouts that the twins play tricks on him all the time. Genuinely curious about what he has to stay we all wait for him to continue. He is the twins’ brother so he's bound to have stories. But he doesn’t say anything else. Giving the lad a break “what stuff did they do?” but he just goes bright red now he has everyone's attention. He’s shy. Just by judging his brothers including Percy, I would have thought he would have a bit more confidence.
I can tell we aren’t going to get any more so I just ask Hermione what we have next and she informs me that we have flying lessons. Now that is more like it. Ever since I heard about it I wanted to fly a broom. I also have the thought of waiting until a full moon and flying around hackling like they do in the ‘muggle’ stories of witches. If I used the sorting hat as a prop, would he or Dumbledor have an issue with it? I could imagine he could use the time out. It cant be fun to be a hat. One song a year and looking into the minds of a load of eleven years olds just doesn’t seem very stimulating.
The twins heard me and Moine and that got everyone in the vicinity talking about Quidditch. I have done my research on the sport and while it does sound awesome the careers are very short. The racing scene doest seem to exist in Hogwarts. Its more of a European thing but that looks like the sport for me. No worry about skull or brain damage and you can go 250-260 mph around some beautiful coarsen. I got a magazine on them when we were in the Quidditch store. I might see if there is anyone else that that's interested. I’m sure there cant just be me.
The excitement setting to me I ask Hermione if she wants to head down to the pitch early. She agrees and we head down. Sparking up a cig when we get out of sight she asks me” Why do you smoke? Its an awful habit and really bad for your teeth.” putting out my finger. Oh, yeah I no longer need a lighter now I’m aloud to do magic. I still carry one but that's habit at this point. Giving her a look I weigh my options. Fuck it!
“My first week on the streets I was sitting in a box behind some big bins. There were a few people down that ally. The guy opposite me was looking at me. Like he's debating something in his head. He throws me a lighter and two tabs. He rolls a glass bottle over. He told me to drink a little it will help warm me up. It was September and starting to get cold. He instructed me on smoking and said it too will help. He showed me a few other tricks to help keep warm. He gave me a stack of newspaper from his trolley. I never found out that man's name when I woke up the following morning he was gone but he left me a few more tabs and from there on I just smoked.”
“Its just something Ive not been able to stop now that I started.” she nods her head. She is from the muggle world too, we both know the damage it can cause and how addictive it can be. cancer doesn’t seem to be a thing with witches and wizards. I know I looked into it, I was curious. Also we seem to live a lot longer than muggles. Its common to live to a hundred and fifty, hell Dumbledor is that age right now and he's still going strong. Magic has to be at play there.
“Why were you on the streets to begin with. All the books said you were living with you last living relatives?”
“I was to begin with. But I couldn’t be there I had to get away. They would have ended up killing me. They hated me because of my magic. I was nothing but a slave to them. Something to be used.” She doesn’t reply we just continue on our walk towards something that will hopefully be more fun than this conversation. “Anyway! Tell me about your story. You've told me bits like I know your parents are dentists what's that like?” I see her like her teeth. Must be a sub-conscience thing. I can imagine she has issues with her teeth. Having dentists as parents then having buck teeth. I wonder if I could? I stop dead in my tracks and he stops talking ans stops walking to look at me. “Do you trust me?” I feel like Aladdin.
“What? What's the…”
“Just, do you trust me?”
“I… I don… What’s this about?”
“Just please trust me.” She nods not having a clue what I’m going on about. “Close you eyes tilt your head back and open your mouth.” The look on her face is priceless. We are standing in the middle of a hallway with a window behind me and paintings on the opposite wall. She does as instructed but I can tell she's way out of her comfort zone. I point my wand at her teeth and her eyes go wide and she goes to say something but I spell her still. Her eyes bulge as she realises she cant move.
I pull at my magic, picturing the end results. I can see her teeth start to shrink. Once they get to the correct size where they look perfect, I pull harder instructing it to stay like that permanently. Impressed and smiling at my handy work I start to walk away when I realise she still cant move. “Woops. Sorry, I forgot you cant move.” I release the spell on her and pull out another cigarette and turn it into a mirror and hand it to her. She's looking at me like Ive grown another head. “What?” she shakes her head at me but once she's looking into the mirror, I know I made the right decision. The smile that spread across her face just fills me with fuzzy feelings. I kinda like helping people
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“Wow! Harry how did you do that, its amazing. Why did you spell me still? You shouldn't have done that I am aloud a choice in the matter.”
“You wouldn't have let me if I told you what I wanted to do. So I just did it, I could always put it back if you want me to.”
“NO! I mean, no thank you its really nice. I like it.” We continue on our way. I’m not sure if I have said this before but this place is fucking huge. Its going to take ages to explore it all. At least that will keep me entertained.
Moine is still smiling when all the others turn up. I notice Ron is on his own when he walks up behind everyone. I’m guessing he's alienating everyone. Doesn’t surprise me the boy seems like he's never dealt with other people before. As much as the little prick annoys me I’m going to play nice. I know what its like to be in that position. If he keeps being a cockend then I wont feel guilty about telling him to go fuck himself. The twins seems to just put up with him so it might just be his nature to be awkward. We will see.
Madam Hootch introduces herself and tells us about the finer details of using a broom. Standing in a line to the left of our brooms which lie on the floor. We summon them with a short sharp “up.” Mine comes up immediately and on contact I feel like Ive just grown another limb. Its weird though it feels like its another leg but the leg is a bit numb. Like the connection is clouded, not fully connected where it should. Its an amazing feeling. Its like connecting to my wand but different, once Ive got this connection I don’t need to keep contact for it to do what I ask, if what I’m making the broom do has anything to do with it. Ive got it wiggling it bristles with my hand about three inches above the broom.
My concentration is disrupted by a noise to my right. Nevill is on his broom ascending into the air getting higher and higher. He seems to be panicking and holding on for dear life. Madam Hootch is screaming for him to get down but its no use the broom seems to have a mind of its own.
Before long he falls. A good fifteen feet with the tip of the broom hitting him painfully in the ribs after he hits the ground with a sickening thud. He had to have broken something. I internally cringe, maybe even physically as a few others in our group seemed to flinch at the noise. I’m not sure about them but after the London job I got into the whole par cor thing that people were doing. I saw them moving around so quickly and stealthily that I thought it could only help my game. So I took to it whole heartedly. I was so impressed with myself as I sat and ate my lunch on the roof of one of the buildings that make up Northumberland street. I was so chuffed. I have had my fair share of falls but luckily none of them were too bad but it did give me chance to learn how to heal myself. I can manage minor scrapes and Dings but the dislocated shoulder, that I had to walk two miles back home to get Sam to relocate it for me. Not the best. You see it hurts to heal it it force the skin to grow back as fast as I can make it tends to sting a bit and the more pain I’m in the harder it is to concentrate on healing it properly.
Madam hootch takes Nevill to the hospital wing leaving us little troubles makers on our own in the hopes we behave. Fuck no. the moment she was out of ear shot the shit was hitting the fan. Believe it or not it wants Ron that was being a dick it was that blond fuck wit Malfoy. He picked up this ball. It looked like it was made of glass but it had all this gold lettering all over it. It was pretty. I think Nevill had gotten it that morning in the post, I’m not sure I was barely awake at that point in the morning. Fucking eight o’clock. Anyway Malfoy is going on about how Nevill is a fat something or other. He annoys me so I’m just blocking him out. Ron of all people goes up to him ad demands the ‘rememberol’ or some shit, back to him so he can give it back to Nevill.
No to say I'm impressed with his sudden boost of courage and honour is to put it lightly. The lad has balls. Malfoy is surrounded by his lackies the two blobs that just about pass as human, an ugly little pug faced girl, and that says a lot because I think pugs are cute, and a slightly tanned guy that is quite the dish. Tall and lean but he looked like he will bulk up nicely. He's going to be a little heart breaker. So to try and even the odds a little I walk up behind Ron and come up on his right. “He’s right! Give it back.”
“Ahhhhh. What's the matter Potter, I’m only playing a game. How about you join us?” He gets on his broom and flies away as quick as it will take him. Ron tries to get his broom but ends up hitting himself in the face. Reaching out for the connection I felt earlier I summon the broom to me and jump on it without stopping. Okay that was awesome. Speeding as fast as I can towards the little blond prick. He’s hovering above the trees not far off from the castle.
“Why don’t you take a day off Malfoy don’t be a cunt all your life.” He snarls at me and I just smile sweetly.
“Think your so funny Potter?” He practically spits my name out. I must really piss him off and I’m not even trying. I feel surprising stable in this old broom. I seem to be practically still compared to the weaving and bobbing that this pompous little bellend is doing.
“Na not really. You just have something that belong to my friend and I don’t feel like sneaking into your room later and stealing it back. I would be far to tempted to try and pull out the broom that I planning on sticking up your arse once you give me back that thing.”
he is tossing it up in the air and catching it, trying to taunt me with it. “Okay. Here have it.” and her turns around and launches it towards the castle. It was a good throw. I shoot off like a rocket towards it. I’m only a few feet away from the castle walls before I just managed to grasp it. Shooting up and the moving away from the walls back towards the rest of my classmates.
I can see Malfoy taking it nice and easy back to them as well. So with an evil glint in my eye I speed off once again. This time heading for the blond bimbo. I’m feet away before one of the Slytherins sees what I’m doing and tries to warn him but it was to late and he was the bristles of my broom in his face and at about the same height that Nevill fell from, Malfoy goes toppling to the ground. This time there is a satisfying squelch as he lands painfully on his side and lies there writhing in agony with, what I can only assume is a broken leg. At least I think its broken, I don’t normally see legs pointed in that direction. It looks like a dears hind leg. I take only a little bit of smugness as I come to the ground and get off the broom.
The Gryffindors all come running up to me telling me how awesome that was. I hear Malfoy screaming that he's going to do me in or something. I don’t care enough to notice. But as I look over I see a few of them have their wands out. Now I know I probably know more than then and one on one take them all but not all at the same time. I’m no where near good enough for that. Luckily I don’t have to worry as a flustered and tired out looking transfigurations professor and deputy headmistress is heading directly towards us. She stops short seeing Malfoy on the floor with the other Slytherins around him. She tells them to take him to the hospital wing. Screaming bloody murder at the top of his voice Malfoy is carried away to annoy someone else.
“Mr Potter. If you would accompany me please.” She is leaving no room for argument and my stomach drops. I’m starting to shit bricks did he see what I did to Malfoy. Shit shit shit. I’m going to get expelled on the first day. I should take as many books from the library as I can while I can. I might be going home tomorrow. I was starting to have fun too. Hermione was nice, a bit of a stickler for the rules but that would go the longer she hung around with me.
Me and the headmistress walk through the halls not saying anything to me and it was getting a bit unnerving. So I break the silence and try to just play it dumb. “I’m sorry Professor I was just trying to get Nevill's thing back it was all an accident.” She doesn't say anything just gives me a sideways glance. Was that a glint in her eye or am I seeing things. We get to a classroom and she knocks. At this point Ive just resided to the fact that I’m probably going home.
“Sorry to disturb you Professor Quiruill may I have Wood please?” I’m assuming that this ‘Wood’ is a beating stick of some kind. If that bitch hits me I will put her down. Was the thought going through my head as the most handsome guy I have ever seen walks through the door. Standing at at least six foot with an athletic build and a cheeky little smile. Damn. “Wood, Ive got you our new seeker.” They both turn to me and it finally hits me what she said and why she brought me up here. Wood was the Gryffindor Quidditch captain. She was the Gryffindor head of house.
“Does this mean I will be playing Quidditch?” I’m trying not to let the grin become to obvious.
“Yes mister Potter I think you would be just the person we are looking for to fill our roll as seeker. That catch you made was magnificent. Tell me have you rode a broom before?”
“Em… no this was my first time. Always wanted to once I found out about it.” She nods her head with a good natured smile. Wood is smiling at me to and I cant help but feel my cheeks get hot and I look down like I’m shy. What am I doing I have Sam I cant be looking at other guys? I suppose there is not harm in looking.
By Dinner time the whole school knew that I was Gryffindors new seeker. Youngest seeker in centuries. I didn’t care about any of that, I was just glad to be doing something exciting. The twins were very pleased to hear that I would be joining them on the team. They are the teams main beaters after all. I spent dinner wedge in between them just in case someone tried something. I didn’t understand their logic but they were entertaining me so I just let it all play out.
I got the distinct impression that Fred was checking me out but I’m not positive. It could just be wishful thinking. And that is how the rest of the first day played out. I did write a letter home to Sam and told him about my day and me getting on the team. I told Hedwig to stay with him until he has a reply. I also told him I miss him and I am thinking about apperating over on the weekend. Newcastle isn't far from Hogwarts, at least not in terms of apperating. I didn’t get to see to much of Alice today so I think I will pop over and say hello at breakfast.
Deciding to take a different approach to sleep I decide to be pre-emptive. I get a book and smoke a joint before trying to sleep that way hopefully I can just curl up and fall straight to sleep. Wish me luck, for tomorrow we have potions which I’m really looking forward to. I wonder if they will let me cackle while I do it.
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Right. I have come to the conclusion that I am by not stretch of the imagination green fingered. I have enough time dealing with worms and bugs from normal plants let along having the plant itself be a giant version of a slug or grub. I cant remember what she called them but I don’t care it was fucking disgusting. I know there is a reason for it. They need them for potions but for fuck sake. The things we have to go through to learn.
Its potions after lunch which I am hoping is today's saving grace. At least I can take my frustration out on the ingredients.
Dinner is the same as yesterday just different conversation. People are still talking about my stunt yesterday but it seems most have gotten over it. These are some nice people, I can see me having some nice friendships with some of these people. Nevill is lovely but he's just so damn shy that it gets a bit frustrating trying to talk to him. I’m not the most patient of people but I’m trying.
We all take a sidated walk towards the dungeon. Now Ive heard that Professor Snape is a bit of a dick unless your in Slytherin so I will tread lightly but I still want to try and enjoy this lesson. Potions can be dead nifty to know.
We are all seated at our desks. The room is designed so that we work in pairs judging by the way the stools and desks are set up. We don’t have to wait long before the professor storms in slamming the door his robes billowing with the force.
“There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making. However, for those select few…” He looks at Draco and some of the other Slytherins. Well they were on the money. “Who possess, the predisposition... I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death.” Now this is the shit I’m talking about this man is fucking awesome.
“Mister Potter. Our new celebrity.” He’s looking directly at me. Oh Shit! This isn't good. “Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood? Oh I know this it was near the back of the book. I remember because it just sounded so cool.
“Emm… Potions of living death.” I think its something like that anyway. Close enough I hope.
“Wrong. Its the Drought of living death.” Oh come on that's the same thing. I don’t say anything else. He is singling me out for some reason and I don’t want to give him more ammunition. “Should we try again? Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?”
“A goat.” Thank fuck for reading ahead.
“Where about on a goat would you find it?”
“Kidneys.” Not being able to catch me out and unable to get a reaction he moves on and he gets to the lesson. And I mean that lightly. It could hardly be counted as a lesson. All we do is copy out of the book. I could have done this shit on my own time. He isn't even teaching. He just walks around scowling at the Gryffindors. He seems to particularly hate me. I’m having words after this.
So that's how the rest of the lesson goes. I managed to get it finished with about a minute left to spare before the bell goes. Its the right shade of lilac that the book mentions it needs to be. I name the vial Ive filled and take it to the front where the rest of the class have started putting there's. I pack my stuff away and wait for the bell. It goes and everyone starts to file out. I would join them but Ive got something to ask.
Its just me and him and I’m still sitting at my desk.
“Did you not hear the bell Potter. Leave Now.”
“What's your problem with me? What did I do?” He seems taken aback by this. “You singled me out called me a celebrate. What's your deal. Until a few weeks ago I dint really know I was famous.”
“Don't try this with me.” his voice is dangerous. “You are the spitting image of your father. A spoiled little brat that has the world eating out of your hand and you still strive for more attention.” This guy isn't talking about me. That's nothing like me. I ignore the insult to me Dad. Considering I don’t know him he could have been right. Instead I focus on the other bits.
“You think I’m Spoiled?” I openly laugh. “I was on the street at seven. If it wasn't for my friend Sam showing me how to survive I probably wouldn't be here. The first few weeks were the worst. I mean I was never really fed at the Dursley' but I struggled for food so hard them first few weeks.” I take a deep breath its always hard to remember them times. But I soldier on, if this guy thinks I’m all this shit I’m not I’m going to show him he's wrong.
I think he's getting the picture. “Why were you on the street? I thought you were at Petunia’s?” I scoff at that. I don’t look at him. The thoughts and memories going through my head are not something I want to display in my eyes but he gently lifts my chin to look at him. He looks he and he sees. He knows something bad happened, the tears threatening to break through start to cascade over my mental barrier and I quickly wipe it and turn away.
“She hated me for my magic. I was a slave from the moment I could walk, told to shut up the moment I talked. Then used by her son as a punching bag. I don’t want to talk about it any more. Its over, I'm away from it and I’m here and I have my Sam.” I try to give Snape a smile but I think it falters. He isn't looking at me like he was before. I don’t know what it means but I leave it. “I have to do to dinner. Thanks for the chat I guess.” I make for the door before any more of my pride can be hurt today.
“Potter!” I turn just as my hand reaches for the knob. “My Door is always open.” With that he walked into his office through the back and I continue to the Great Hall. Well that was a change in events. I guess he had beef with my dad. Don’t know why he would blame me though. I go to dinner and am immediately cleared up by the look on Ron, dean and Seamus’ faces. They didn’t look happy and considering their ears were huge I can understand why. Turns out that they got hit by some Slytherins just after leaving potions. Hermione is sitting opposite, trying and failing not to laugh. She has received quite a few nasty comments from him. She was telling me in potions while we had to wait to add ingredients. So I feel less inclined to help the little shit now. This might be worth it, even if its just for Hermione and the twins.