A day of Snape's life in a nutshell

Chapter 2

Snape folded that day's graded test papers and quickly scanned them. Harry Potter walked in and narrowed his eyes angrily. Snape quickly shoved the papers into his bag and snapped it shut, striding towards the Gryffindor student. "Professor Snape, why were you hiding those papers?" he growled, his voice rattling with uncertainty.

"I wasn't. You just came in as I was packing them away..." Snape said, trying to shoo Harry out of his classroom.

"But professor," Harry continued, eyes gleaming as if he had finally found a way to get Snape in trouble. "If they were regular papers, why did they have red markings all over them?"

"That's none of your business, Potter." spat Snape, glaring malevolently. This boy just didn't back off! "Leave."

"You don't get to order me around, Snivelus." Harry muttered, grinding his teeth.

"What did you say?!" barked Snape.

"I said YOU DON'T GET TO ORDER ME AROUND, SNIVELUS!"

"How dare you!" glared Snape, "You're just like your father." Harry smirked. "Incompetent and rude as a pig!" he added angrily.

"Don't speak of my father!" Harry roared, whipping out his wand and pushing it against the Potions teacher's throat, the warm light pulsating slightly.

"You wouldn't dare." grinned Snape.

"I WOULD!" roared Harry, "Cruc-"

"HARRY POTTER!" called a furious voice.

Harry turned around in shock. "Prof. Dumbledore. What are you doing here?" he asked respectfully.

"I happened to be wandering by when I noticed you threatening my staff!" he barked, before escorting the boy out of the room.

Snape sighed, before collecting all the things Harry had knocked to the floor.

Telling Harry about his grades would have to wait.