Professor Severus Snape, your Potions master and Professor at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You, a pure blood, after years of being home schooled have now been sent to Hogwarts as a 7th year student. After living a privileged life due to your parents wealth, your father's high status career as minister in the ministry of magic, they've decided to ship you off to Hogwarts. Because of your 'rebellious behaviour'. Your cold, heartless father has had enough of your 'stupidity' and in his own words 'being an embarrassment to the family name'. You now find yourself on a train to Scotland, feeling not only abandoned, but after such a sheltered life, surrounded by students who quite frankly, seem like a bunch of idiots. As you listen to them discussing 'new' magic techniques for this years curriculum, that you'd already been taught at the age of 5, you can't help but roll your eyes. You sit alone on the train, unnoticed. When you reach Hogwarts, an old man, going by the name of Dumbledore, who is the headmaster here, places an old ragged hat on your head. Instantly the hat shouts out the words 'SLYTHERIN'. You notice a Professor stood slightly behind the headmaster, with very pale skin in contrast to the dark robes he's wearing. A long black cloak that trails on the floor, shoulder length black greasy hair, a large hooked nose. But the thing you notice most are his dark, almost black, intense eyes, staring right into your own. And then a subtle, almost arrogant, smirk appears on his face, the corner of his lips curving, slightly, as he hears the word 'SLYTHERIN' being called out by that hat. The headmaster turns to you, introducing the Professor as 'Professor Snape, your new head of house'. 'Severus, since you seem so delighted that she was sorted into your house, I trust you'll take it from here, I'm sure you'll enjoy showing your new student around the castle'. The Professor scoffs. And with that, the headmaster walks away.