"Watch where you're going, Snape," I turned my head a second before being shoved into the wall by Pansy Parkinson. She did this every year, whenever I was in the Great Hall, she would find me to be in her way; sometimes on the stairs on the way to the dungeon, saying the same thing each time, even though I am never in her way.
"Yeah Snape, you really need to watch your step, even though it might be difficult, considering you seem to be quite blind and unbalanced." Malfoy shouldered me and began to walk away. Nice comback Malfoy, really amazing.
"You know Malfoy, you may threaten people by saying you'll tell your father, but I bet that seeing as mine is right in this building and in charge of your grades, I would expect he can do worse." Probably the first thing I had said to him, maybe even any student, since I came to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry four years ago.
Malfoy turned to me, with anger, and a bit of surprise as well, in his cold grey eyes. While Parkinson continued down the table, Crabbe and Goyle stood behind him, shocked, not used to hearing me speak, let alone to 'the' Draco Malfoy. "You know how to speak? That's surprising, all these years we thought you were mute." If he didn't wipe that stupid smirk off his face, I swear.
"Well seeing as the only interest you ever had in me is when Pansy is trying to see how easily I bruise and what insults she can come up with, I would expect that it would make sense that I don't talk to you." I was quite sick of Malfoy, encouraging Pansy when she picked on me, as though it was a normal thing to do. I shoved off the wall and past the blonde and his two large servants. I guess since he couldn't bring his precious house elves to school, he needed Crabbe and Goyle to clean up after him and take the blame for everything. I made it to my spot at the table, as close to the end of the table as possible while still having room for the first years.
I wasn't friends with any of the other fifth years, they all thought I was weird because I came here from America for my second year of Wizard school. My mother had left my father when I was about five, and brought me to America. She wasn't exactly fit to be a mother so I was practically raised my some Muggle friends that she had. When I got my acceptance letter from Hogwarts my mother refused to let me go and sent me to some low class, super unknown Wizard school. My father didn't find out until after the school year started, so he didn't want me transferred, but forced my mum to bring me here to him the summer after.
Living with him was a lot better than mum. He was nicer and helped me catch up on Hogwarts stuff, like the houses and such. My mum had been a Ravenclaw and he was a Slytherin, obviously. I didn't know anyone when I came here, but my dad told me that he knew all the students at Hogwarts and that I need to make friends with Slytherins. I was quite terrible at making friends, so I ignored him and didn't make any at all. A lot of people were surprised to find out that their scary Professor Snape was a father, and a good one at that, but got over it and grew to hate me.
I could feel someone sit beside me and I glanced up to see Malfoy and his house giants beside me. I looked around the table without raising my head too much and saw that it was the only seat. I let out a tired breath and looked towards the professors as they talked between each other. Soon enough the first years came in and Dumbledore gave his speech. No new warnings or anything, new teachers though, but that wasn't important to me. I was slightly comforted by the familiarity of the first day, as I am a lover of order and schedules.
I felt a tap against my arm and turned to see Malfoy looking at me out of the corner of his eye. He didn't have a smirk on his face, but he wasn't grinning either. I gave him a confused look and turned around as the Sorting began. I didn't really pay attention, not caring, just happy to be back. The bullying meant little to me at times like this. I loved knowing that I was back at a place where I kind of felt like I belonged. I may not have friends, I may be an outcast, but this was my home. I loved school, learning, being with my dad. All of it; maybe just do away with people like Malfoy and Parkinson.
