Misunderstood (Severus Snape X Reader)

Chapter 1

(712 words)

Your POV

Currently sitting in potions class as the rest of the students talked amongst themselves, most already making new friends on their first day of their first year at Hogwarts. Sitting towards the back of the class, I kept to myself. Something that was a bit of a habit for me. I never fit in properly and preferred my books over people anyhow.

The door swings open, causing the murmurs of the room to abruptly stop. Looking over where the light was spilling into the dimly lit room was a taller man his hair about shoulder length and jet black, much like the robes he wore. The only skin that could be seen was his face and his hands.

"There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class."

He got to his place at the front of the class, and turned on his heels as he clasps his hands together.

"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 who possess the predisposition." his dark eyes dance around the room has his brows are mere millimeters apart from each other.

Shifting his weight as he stops leaning against the table he was in front of, he grabs the ends of his robes with his fingers, folding it along with his arms.

"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. Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not pay attention!"

Looking over as he stops moving, standing in front of a student that was writing in a book as he glares down. Watching as the new student puts the book down, I realize who it is, Harry Potter.

"Mr. Potter. Our new celebrity. Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

The girl next to him raises her hand quickly, basically floating out of her seat as she has her hand up eagerly. The boy in the round glasses glancing at her before shaking his head.

"You don't know? Well, let's try again. Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if i asked you to find me a bezoar?"

The girls hand came up once more, there was a faint 'I don't know, Sir' from Potter.

"What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

"I don't know, Sir."

"Pity. Clearly, fame isn't everything is it, Mr. Potter?"

"Clearly, Hermione knows. Seems a pity to not ask her."

I rose my brows in surprise at the words he gave back to him. The rest of the class laughing.

"Silence."

The teacher moves over to the row he sits in, pulling a chair from the row in front as he sits down, his eyes watching the young boy closely.

"Put your hand down you silly girl!" Hermione does as she's told, watching the Professor.

"For your information, Potter, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of the Living Dead. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite."

He keeps his eyes on the boy that looks back at him, with a notably less intense gaze.

"Well, why aren't you all copying this down?"

He gets up from his place in among the students and goes to his desk, grabbing a quill.

"And Gryffindors, note that five points will be taken from your house for your classmates cheek."

Sighing slightly in my desk I sit there with my notes drawn, my ears picking up on a couple students mumbling.

"First potions class with Professor Snape and we already lose five points because of Harry? Unbelievable."

Leaning back in my chair for a moment, I listen as he starts to go into the plan for the term. It sounded like a lot, especially with all of the classes, though it should easy enough to manage.