Snape being annoying again
Harry, Ron, and Hermione left the dungeons as quickly as possible, eager to put some distance between themselves and Snape’s glare.
“I don’t get it,” Harry muttered as they climbed the stone steps. “It’s like he hated me before I even walked in.”
Ron snorted. “That’s because he does hate you.”
Hermione huffed. “That’s not fair. He’s a professor, he’s supposed to treat everyone equally.”
Ron gave her a look. “Did we just leave the same class?”
Harry barely heard them. He was still thinking about the way Snape had looked at him—like he was something foul stuck to the bottom of his boot. Sure, Harry had been expecting some professors to act differently around him because of the whole Boy Who Lived thing, but Snape’s dislike felt personal.
He frowned. Why would Snape care?
“So,” Ron said, breaking into his thoughts, “what’d you do to him?”
Harry blinked. “What?”
“To Snape,” Ron clarified. “I mean, he looked at you like you ran over his cat.”
“I’ve never met him before in my life,” Harry said, frowning. “I’ve heard of him, obviously. Remus mentioned him once or twice—something about him being strict—but I don’t think they really talked much.”
Ron raised an eyebrow. “Well, someone should’ve mentioned he’s a right nasty git.”
They reached the Entrance Hall, where students were heading in all directions for their next class. Hermione adjusted her bag and sighed. “Well, you do have detention on your first day, Harry. That’s not exactly a great start.”
Harry smirked. “Sirius is going to love this.”
Ron chuckled. “Yeah, but Remus is going to lecture you.”
Harry winced. That was true. He could already hear Remus’s voice in his head—Harry, you really should be more careful with your professors. You don’t want to make things harder for yourself.
Hermione, ever practical, checked her schedule. “We’ve got Transfiguration next. At least Professor McGonagall will actually be fair.”
Harry nodded, but he couldn’t quite shake the feeling that his troubles with Snape were just beginning.