Dear Diary

Chapter 1

I was surprised to see a letter for me this morning with the post. I opened it to find Snape's scratchy handwriting telling me to meet him at his office after dinner.

"He's probably going to force you to take remedial potions again," Ron suggested.

"Not likely," replied Hermione, "He probably wants to talk to you about your grades."

"Harry's grades are perfectly below average. But who said that was bad," Ron countered.

"Who knows what that creep wants with me," I said, wanting to change the subject. I didn't want to think about it until I had to. I continued eating my breakfast while Ron and Hermione bickered about the subject. This didn't surprise me. These two had not stopped bickering since first year, and we were now well into our seventh.

The day passed as usual as I went throughout the classes McGonagall had prescribed in order for me to become an Auror. I had dropped that stupid Divination course at the beginning of this year. Who needed to know how to read tealeaves? After all, all your going to do in the end is drink your tea and throw them away, right?

Dinner came and went. I walked through the dungeons towards Snape's office. I remember the feelings I had the first time I made this trip, and they had not changed. I hated this man. What could he possibly want with me? I opened his office door to reveal a greasy haired slimy man. He was standing by the fire reading what looked like a very old letter.

"'Lo Professor," I said totally disgusted by what I was looking at. How could this evil git be helpful in any way to the order? How could anyone trust him?

"Your late, Potter...this doesn't surprise me," he snarled.

"Doesn't surprise me either," I muttered.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing, sir," I said. I continued to mutter distasteful things under my breath.

"Well, Potter, it has come to my attention that you are now in your final year at Hogwarts...."

"No joke," I cut in. Snape knew I had matured much since our first confrontations. In the beginning he had made me feel as if I was no more then a fly on his classroom wall. He had no respect for me. Now he knew I had no respect for him.

"Patience, Potty. Patience. Please withhold your rude remarks until the end of our conversation. I have a feeling that what I am about to say might interest you."

Nothing he could say would interest me. He was a dull twit.

"Well get on with it," I said as if I was in a hurry. "What in the world could be so important that you actually wanted to spend time with me after class? You aren't going soft, are you Snapey?" He winced at the thought. I had been calling him "Snapey"(among other things) ever since he had adopted the nickname of "Potty" for me.

"Shut your mouth, Potter, if you know what's good for you. If your mother knew you talked like this to a Professor-- she would be very unimpressed."

"What the hell do you know about my mother?" He knew that was a sore subject to me. It caught my attention, and I sat down.

"More than you think, little man," he said. He loved to act as if I was immature. I glared at this grease ball of a man. He continued, "You have a horrible temper, must be the James in you."

Nobody talked about my father and walked away from it unharmed.

"You slimy, evil, ugly bastard. Only a poor excuse of a man would insult someone who is unable to defend himself," I screamed at him. I reached for my wand without even realizing it. He was calm as he whipped out his own.

"Slimy yet satisfying...Careful, Potter, it wouldn't be smart to attack a professor," he said, pointing his wand at my heart. " I know magic that could turn you into a real 'potty.' You had better be careful with that temper." He put his wand away slowly. Suddenly, he looked at me seriously. I had never seen Snape like this before. It was almost as if he wanted to talk to me. He then said, "Lily said to give this to you when you're mature, although I don't believe you are ready for it...after this year...I hope to never see you again, unless I have to."

"What are you talking about? My mother would have never socialized with the likes of you. Especially since you enjoyed calling her a mudblood."

"Oh, Potter, let's just say you are blissfully ignorant. We were better friends then you will ever know, and you don't know a lot. What I have here will change your perspective of your life...forever."

"Riiiiiiiiigggggggggghhhhhhhhht! You know, the more you talk, the crazier you seem."

At this moment, Snape handed me something that I had never seen before. For some reason, it seemed important to me. What could be in this tattered manila envelope that would interest me?

I opened it. What I saw was both shocking and joyful. I hated Snape...he was right for once.