Inside My Mind (A Harry Potter Fanfiction)

Chapter LVII

Hogwarts, Unplottable Location, Scotland, Great Britain

Saturday the 15th of February 1996

9:00 AM

"Is everyone here? Yes? I'm surprised that you're here, Severus," Albus said. Severus gave a narrow eyed stare at the man's cheerful words. He looked around. The only reason he was here was because that dreadful toad woman hybrid was at the Ministry with Fudge. Severus glanced to the side and saw Riddle reading a book, his reading glasses perched on his nose.

Oh, how he hated Tom Riddle. The man was at least thirty years his senior but he looked younger than him. Severus constantly wondered what spell he used to make him look that young. Or if he used a spell at all. And then there was the small fact that the man had his Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Tom Riddle was some nobody upstart to Severus Snape. He'd never heard of him before.

But, Severus privately and intimately acknowledged that he had a selective memory. He had heard of Tom Riddle. Tom Riddle was the man that had that damn reward for services to the school. His name was on a quarter of the damn trophies in the Trophy Room. He even came out of Hogwarts with straight Os in every subject Hogwarts offered in both his OWLs and NEWTs.

"Can we get this started? I have somewhere to be," Riddle said, flatly. Severus sneered at the man, ready to say something snarky and/or sarcastic. Albus beat him with a sly grin.

"Where to, my boy?"

"None of your Goddamned business. You've been harassing me since yesterday. My patience has reached its end," Riddle snapped. He slammed his book closed and placed it on the table. He didn't move to remove his reading glasses. Sinistra leaned forward, awestruck even after all this time. Severus knew that the beautiful woman had a crush the size of the Sun.

"What did you do yesterday Tom?" Sinistra asked. Riddle scowled at her.

"I feel like I'm repeating myself. None of your Goddamned business."

Sinistra recoiled and Riddle glared at the table.

"Dammit, she's another Bellatrix. Unhealthily obsessed."

"What was that, my boy? It's rude to speak another language," Albus said, his silly grin still in place. Riddle turned his sullen glare on Albus. Severus thought he looked childish though he was probably seeing things.

"Is it really my fault that I'm the only competent person in the world that can understand and speak the language?" Riddle asked, sharply. Minerva frowned in confusion and she tilted her head.

"I was under the impression that Miss Potter could speak the language, as well," Minerva said, calmly. Riddle nodded, solemnly.

"Yes. She can."

"But, you said that you were the only competent person in the world that can understand and speak the language," Flitwick reminded him. Riddle nodded once more and smirked.

"I stand by my statement."

"That's not very nice," Albus chastised. Severus rolled his eyes and he crossed his arms, interrupting for the first time. Normally, he would have interrupted way before that.