Unforgivable (A Severus Snape Love Story)

Chapter 1

Posey's POV

Okay, so I never actually said it, but apparently the boys in my year have deduced that I am a muggle born. Therefore, my seventh year will be nothing short of Hell.

I hated this stupid blood status prejudice. I was bullied anyways because I was short, I wasn't on the quidditch team, and I had no interest in relationships. Those were the main reasons, anyway. There were probably more, but I won't get into that.

Anyway, it started on the platform. I was going to start my seventh and final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and I couldn't wait to get it over with. Last year, I had managed to avoid most of the boys in my house. One, though, seemed intent on torturing me. I wouldn't call him a boy, though.

Severus Snape, the head of my house, hated me. I knew why, too. In my first year, I pulled a prank on the first day back from Christmas holiday. It was in his class, too.

I, being an eleven year old menace, was the bravest person in my year. I met the Weasley twins a few weeks prior, and they inspired me. They were in my year, and I was glad they chose to befriend me. I didn't have anyone else, after all.

While we were making what was supposed to be a simple sleeping draft, I "accidentally" added too much of a certain ingredient, and I heated it a little too hot. I asked the professor to come over to check mine, and when he leaned over it, some of the hot liquid jumped up and hit his tongue. It was his fault for talking while leaning over a bubbling cauldron!

He swallowed, sadly, and fell over. He started stumbling after a few minutes, and he then fell over with laughter when another student did something wrong. It was a sight to see. Of course, later he gave me a detention and has hated me ever since.

I suppose he saw my actions as unforgivable. Oh, well.

On the train, I found the compartment with Fred and George. We could all do magic outside of school, and I could apparate, but why leave tradition? Especially with Voldemort running about again.

I always saw Voldemort as a joke, to be honest. He was a coward, hiding behind his moronic followers and his snake. I wasn't afraid of him, nor had I any respect for the bastard. Why should I? He went around killing innocent people if they refused to follow him.

The train ride was as it always was. That us, except for that awful mark in the sky that could be seen from everywhere in Scotland. It made the sky seem... sad. Everyone was sad on the train, though. After all, the beloved Cedric Diggory was Voldemort's first new victim. Except Voldemort didn't kill him. His lackey did, proving my point about him being a coward.

I fell asleep on the train and was shaken awake by George.

"Wake up, Posey Wosey," he joked. I swatted at his hand and sat up.

"Don't call me that," I said warningly. He held his hands up in surrender. I didn't have time to change, so I grabbed a set of robes from my trunk and hopped off the train with them in my arms. I could change in the carriage, right?

Wrong. I was grabbed by the arms by the twins and they carried me to one of the new carriages. The new ones weren't closed. It was basically like a hayride, but instead of sitting on hay, we sat on benches. And instead of an old Ford truck, it was pulled by a thestral, creatures that are invisible to all except those who have watched someone die. I could see them, but I didn't like to talk about it.

I just had to tough it out until we got to Hogwarts, and hope none of the strict professors saw me without my uniform. Why were they so strict about uniforms, anyway? It wasn't like I was streaking.