The Boy Who Wanted to Live

SNAPE SNAPE; SEVERUS SNAPE

Harry waited at his table quietly as the rest of the Hufflepuffs giggled softly. Harry had several books open on his desk and was flipping through pages furiously. The doors in the back of the room slammed open and the professor came in.
BANG!
BANG!
"ORPHAN GET YOUR ASS IN HERE AND CLEAN THIS SHIT UP BEFORE I WHIP YOU INTO NEXT WEEK!"
Harry stared at his paper breathing heavily with ink dripping from his quil onto his neat notes in a puddle. Snape sneered at the mess the child was making and decided to comment, making Harry jump in fear and let out a small squeak. 'So much for the brave Potter' Snape thought with disgust 'Seems more like a Pettigrew than a Potter'
"Mr. Potter!"
Professor Snape turned and stared at Harry, one eyebrow raised.
"Mr. Potter! Are you paying attention?"
"Y-Yes, Professor."
"Tell me what would you get if I asked you to add powdered root of Asphodel to an infusion of Wormwood?" Snape asked, knowing that the first year wouldn't know the answer.
"I-I don't kn-know Sir." Harry said, his throat tightening severely.
"Very well, Mr. Potter, where would you go if I asked you to get a Bezoar?"
"I-I s-suppose t-the supply c-closet, P-Professor" Harry said, his heart racing and his breathing becoming shallow.
"I-what?" Snape asked, not expecting this answer from a Gryffindor.
"Th-the s-supply c-closet, Sir?" Harry repeated.
"Well... umm yes, technically, but if I didn't have one then where would you go to get one?"
"Th-the s-store s-sir?" Harry asked trying to think of a suitable answer.
"Think Potter. Where does a bezoar come from?"
"Think freak. What's the point of us sending you to school and wasting our money if you aren't even going to get passing grades! What do you take us for huh? Some type of charity worker? Use that (TRIGGER WARNING) retarded brain of yours and answer the question right or I will make you use your blood to write instead of the pencil Dudley so kindly let you use!"
"I d-don't know sir!" Harry cried, tears pricking his eyes.
"And what is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane?" Snape asked.
"I-I don't know, Sir"
Snape stepped closer to Harry, who in return flinched away.
"For your information, Potter, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so power-" Snape stopped talking as Harry quickly wrote down every word the man was saying. "What are you doing?"
"Ta-Taking N-Notes Professor." Harry said, quietly.
"Is that what you were doing before?" Snape asked, surprised.
"Y-Yes, Sir."
"Hmm..." Snape hummed "Five points to Hufflepuff" the class gasped and stared at the Professor "And see me after class, P-Harry."
"Y-Yes, sir."