Of all the situations Severus could have imagined for himself fifteen years ago, this certainly hadn't been one of them. The fact that Lily's son had not followed in the footsteps of either of his parents but had instead been sorted into Slytherin had come as a profound shock. Rather than cultivating a constant burning hatred for the child, Severus had allowed himself to view this as an opportunity: one wherein the boy guided away from repeating his father's failings.
Rather than an enemy, the boy became a special interest case for Snape. If Lily had been sorted into Slytherin, it would have kept her alive. Severus really and truly believed this - and that the same could thus be said for Harry. He would see to it that James Potter's sole mark on the boy would be the (unfortunate) resemblance.
That didn't mean Severus was any easier to deal with, of course; he was who he was, no matter what house or lineage a person claimed. It simply made him much more likely to bias himself in Potter's favor.
When the class had filed out, Severus motioned for Potter to resume his seat and waited for the door to close behind the last of those lagging in hopes of hearing some worthwhile gossip. When he spoke, his tone was flat, as though this wasn't particularly worth his time. "The headmaster informs me that you've been experiencing night terrors."
On one hand...Nightmares, Potter? But on the other, he was curious to know why he had heard about this from Dumbledore and not from the boy himself.
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Rather than an enemy, the boy became a special interest case for Snape. If Lily had been sorted into Slytherin, it would have kept her alive. Severus really and truly believed this - and that the same could thus be said for Harry. He would see to it that James Potter's sole mark on the boy would be the (unfortunate) resemblance.
That didn't mean Severus was any easier to deal with, of course; he was who he was, no matter what house or lineage a person claimed. It simply made him much more likely to bias himself in Potter's favor.
When the class had filed out, Severus motioned for Potter to resume his seat and waited for the door to close behind the last of those lagging in hopes of hearing some worthwhile gossip. When he spoke, his tone was flat, as though this wasn't particularly worth his time. "The headmaster informs me that you've been experiencing night terrors."
On one hand...Nightmares, Potter? But on the other, he was curious to know why he had heard about this from Dumbledore and not from the boy himself.