Harry Potter Imagines

Snarry and Drarry (not in a lover's way though!)

Little 11 year old Harry stood at the front of the Great Hall next to Ron Weasley whom he had met on the train, amidst the other first year witches and wizards around them. The lady whose name he had learned was Professor Mcgonagall stood infront of them with a long table behind her with all the teachers sitting and waiting. She then began to explain how the sorting ceremony works (the 'sorting hat' was placed upon your head and told you which house you belonged in). 

He examined the teacher table, seeing who his teachers over the next year at least would be when he caught eyes with the one next to Professor Quirrel whom he previously met at the leaky cauldron when he went to diagon alley with Hagrid. Instantly his scar burned, a sensation he had never felt on his forehead before. Ron noticed but Harry didn't tell him what had happened. 

Once everyone had been sorted into their respectful houses (Harry and Ron had been put into Gryffindor) Dumbledore started the feast and Harry's mouth immediately watered at the sight of the delectable food in front of him. Whilst eating, he glanced up at the teachers table and remembered what had occurred before the sorting and turned to Percy (Gryffindor Prefect and Ron's older brother) and asked him who the professor with the greasy, black, curtain-styled hair beside Quirrel was. 

"That's Professor Snape." 

"What's he teach?" 

"Potions but we all know it's the dark arts he fancies." 

He didn't know why but he felt as if he had seen this man before, he just couldn't think where.

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When Harry had his first Potions lesson, he couldn't wait. This would be his first time meeting the teacher with the greasy, black, curtain-styled hair who had captured his attention that first night. He was sat beside Hermione when the classroom door opened with a harsh bang as Professor Snape captured the attention of the whole classroom. He instantly starts speaking at an extremely low level but due to the silence inflicted upon the classroom they hear every word. 

It is when Harry made the mistake of taking down notes during his opening speech that Snape raises his voice - at him. 'Oh no' thought Harry, 'the one teacher he did not want to anger is now angry at him'. "Mister Potter" Snape drawled out. "Our new celebrity." Harry felt his cheeks flush at this remark. Snape asked him a series of questions including "Where, Mister Potter, would I find a beazor?" All to which he replied with an "I don't know Sir." 

Snape looked pleased with himself as he muttered "Clearly fame is not everything." Harry had never felt so stupid in his entire life as he did in this moment. Hermione, however, had raised her hand desperately to every single question, obviously trying to prove herself to this teacher as she had done to the others. "Hermione seems to know the answers, why don't you ask her?" The class snickers and Snape instantly swoops right infront of Harry's desk, looking him right in the eye. "Stay behind after class Mister Potter" says Snape with gritted teeth.

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The lesson comes to an end and the class start to pack their things away, standing to leave whilst Harry remains seated. Malfoy sends a sly smirk in Harry's direction as he leaves the classroom. "Now Mister Potter-" Starts Snape "I recognise you." says Harry bluntly, catching the potions teacher off guard. Snape is quiet, stunned by what he has just heard. "I can't think where from though." 

"Harry..." He looks up, confused at the sudden change, not only of the use of his first name but the tone Snape had just used on him. 

"I knew your Mother, we were best friends here at Hogwarts. Lily Evans... Then I made a mistake and she hated me. She married your Father who I hated for... reasons. And they had you. It was I who discovered the wreckage of the house, who found your parents. I tried to stop their death's. I truly did."