Snivellus

Prologue

Prologue

"Haha! Where are your pants, Snivellus?" James cackled with his wand pointed at the pair of undergarments which were suspended in the air.

A large crowd of students had formed around my naked body as I stared at the ground in utter embarrassment. They were all sniggering, oh how I hate laughter. I tried to cover myself with my hands, but that made it look as if I was masturbating. Life was so wretched, cruel and as bleak as a midwinters sky.

I curled up into a foetus position with my head between my knees, hoping that a Bob Marley song would make everything alright. But that man speaks such lies. As does Pettigrew when he told me I wasn't sexy. I am sexy. I am.

Suddenly I saw a mass of vibrant ginger hair. It was Lily running towards me almost in slow motion. I could seemingly taste the sweetness of her kiss and the tingle of her skin against mine. Like a tangfastic. Yummy. Without warning I had an erection and turned bright red in the face. "Go down penis!" I muttered to my dingdong, but it refused to disobey my order.

But then the most heartbreaking thing possible happened. I looked up, expecting to see my beautiful ginger ninja staring into my eyes. Instead, I saw her snogging Potter. It looked as if he was eating her face. That absolute fucking swine. That man-whore. That mouldy tangfastic. I wanted to scream and rip all of my hair out however it was too well conditioned and volumed that I just couldn't.

A little tear formed in my eye. I willed it to be free in humiliation. The jeering crowds wouldn't stop chanting "Snivellus." It was repeated over and over like the menstruation cycle. Snivellus was who I was becoming-a whimpering, poetry writing emo, living a life full of scornful remarks and depression. The little tear trickled down my face and neck.

Lily and James were still making out, my pants were still under the "wingardium leviosa" spell and supposedly my penis was too. The little tear was still sliding across my chest, slowly gliding effortlessly across my bosom until it flicked off the end of my nipple and fell to the ground.

The little tear was dead, and so was my heart.