Harry Potter x Reader

First Year - Snape and Retorts

"Kind of like us, isn't it?"
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Hi! It's nice to see you've made it this far! Just wanted to let you know that when I write "word count", I also count the (A/N)'s so.. yeah.
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Third person POV

"There, look."

"Where?"

"Next to the tall kid with the red hair."

"Wearing the glasses?"

"Did you see his face?"

"Did you see his scar?"

"Did you see the girl?"

"Next to him, right?"

"Did you see her eyes?"

"It hasn't been passed down to her, has it?"

Whispers followed Harry and (Y/N) from the moment they left their dormitories. People lining up outside classrooms stood on tiptoe to get a look at them, or doubled back to pass him in the corridors again, staring. They both wished they wouldn't.

Argus Filch made the school worse. Harry and Ron managed to get on the wrong side of him on their very first morning. Filch found them trying to force their way through a door that unluckily turned out to be the entrance to the out-of-bounds corridor on the third floor. He wouldn't believe they were lost, and was threatening to lock them in the dungeons when they were rescued by Professor Quirrell, who was passing.

Filch owned a cat called Mrs. Norris, a scrawny, dust-colored creature with bulging, lamp like eyes just like Filch's. She patrolled the corridors alone. Break a rule in front of her, put just one toe out of line, and she'd whisk off for Filch, who'd appear, wheezing, two seconds later. Filch knew the secret passageways of the school better than anyone (except perhaps the Weasley twins) and could pop up as suddenly as any of the ghosts. It was the dearest ambition of many to give Mrs. Norris a good kick.

There was a lot more to magic, as Harry and (Y/N) quickly found out, than waving your wand and saying a few funny words.

Three times a week they went out to the greenhouses behind the castle to study Herbology, with a dumpy little witch called Professor Sprout, they learned how to take care of all the strange plants and fungi. Harry didn't enjoy this class as much, and neither did (Y/N).

The most boring class was History of Magic, which was the only one taught by a ghost. Professor Binns had been very old indeed when he had fallen asleep in front of the staff room fire and got up next morning to teach, leaving his body behind him. Binns droned on and on while they scribbled down names and dates, and got Emetic the Evil and Uric the Oddball mixed up.

Professor Flitwick, the Charms teacher, was a tiny little wizard who had to stand on a pile of books to see over his desk. At the start of their first class he took the roll call, and when he reached Harry's name as well as (Y/N)'s, he gave an excited squeak and toppled out of sight. Besides that, Charms class was definitely (Y/N)'s favourite along with a few others.

Professor McGonagall was again different. Harry had been quite right to think she wasn't a teacher to cross.

"Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts," she said. "Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned."

Then she changed her desk into a pig and back again. They were all very impressed and couldn't wait to get started, but soon realized they weren't going to be changing the furniture into animals for a long time.