Hating me (Discontinued)

Potter

(A/n: Title image because I say so.)

Harry

Harry sat at the gryffindor table, gazing into the distance. He couldn't eat, he wouldn't.

He looked down at the singular piece of toast he had buttered and felt sick. How could he even think about it. How could he think about giving himself the pleasure he didn't deserve.

He sat up, glancing over to Ron and Hermione, who were deep in conversation. Silently, he retreated out of the hall and into the corridor.

After walking for quite some time, he began to become aware of his surroundings. It appeared his legs had taken him to none other than the dungeons and it just so happened he was stood directly outside of the potions classroom.

Out of boredom, he entered the room, glaring around at the walls he hated so much. It gave him nothing but resentment to lay eyes upon the very desk his teacher - Professor Snape - sat behind in every potions lesson.

He wandered mindlessly around, observing the shelves full of jars and cauldrons and books. He came across a particular row of jars containing some rather shrivelled little objects, which were not a very pleasant sight to look at at all.

Grimacing, he turned his back on the jar and his eyes rested on an unobtrusive door in the far corner of the room which he had never noticed before. Curiosity possessing him, he walked towards it and stroked his fingers against the splintering wood. It felt dusty to the touch, and he drew away fingers covered in layers built up over the decades. He wondered how he had never noticed it before.

He reached a tentative hand towards the handle.

"Potter."

He jumped and whipped around quickly to see a black dressed figure standing in the doorway, which just so happened to be his not-so-favourite professor.

Snape.

"Come here."

Severus

Snape watched the young boy with some scrutiny. He could not help but notice that he seemed lost in thought, ignoring the little food he had on his plate. This had been going on for a few days now - not that he cared that is. He was, after all, the son of his greatest nemesis, James Potter.

Then again, he was also Lily's child, inheriting her beautiful emerald eyes and - oh he hated to say it - the impression of her smile.

But no, he was a living representation of James and for that Snape loathed him.

The Potter boy stood up and left the hall, unnoticed by his two insufferable friends. Snape sighed and excused himself from the table. He figured that he may as well save the boy from whatever trouble he was about to get himself into.

He followed him through the corridor and down countless flights of stairs. Did the arrogant brat even know where he was going? Eventually, they came upon the dungeons, standing outside the very classroom Snape had to teach him in every week.

With rising suspicion, Severus watched the boy as he strutted around the room, grazing his fingers along the shelves. Acting like he owned the place. Snape scoffed - he was just like his pathetic excuse for a father.

Eventually, the child walked to a specific spot at the other end of the room. He appeared to be standing in front of a door. Severus realised he had never seen this door before and could not think of where it had come from.

Potter reached his hands towards the handle. Snape stepped out from behind the wall.

"Potter," Snape snapped.
He froze and turned to look at the professor, his eyes widening in fear and disgust.

"Come here," he ordered.
Harry hesitated.

"Now."
Reluctantly, Harry ambled over to Snape, gazing at the floor as he did so.

"Can you explain why you left the great hall, all alone, to come to this specific place?"

He scuffed his feet nervously.

"I don't know, sir."

"Oh but surely you must know Potter. You are responsible for your own actions, after all."

[A/n: Reference time]

Snape smirked as the boy did not respond.
"Strutting around the castle like you own the place. Like father like son."

"My father didn't strut," he said, finally lifting his eyes to glare into Snape's ominous, black ones, "And nor do I."

"Your father was a menace to this school," Snape hissed, "It's a wonder how he managed to attract your mother of all the people."

"My father was better than you could ever be."
Snape's face contorted with anger. How dare the rascal, thinking so highly of the man who stole away his only love.

"I beg to differ," Serverus said, slowly, "Look at what he gave birth too." He sneered down at the boy in front of him, who's face was now tinted red with rage.

"YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT MY DAD!" he yelled.

"SILENCE POTTER!" Snape spat, "That's 10 points from gryffindor and a detention with me tomorrow at 7 o'clock."

"But sir-"

"Don't be late." Snape turned and glided away as Harry watched him, his hands curled into fists.

Word count: 836

First chapter done-
Hope it isn't too dreadful :]