Disclaimer: I obviously do not own Harry Potter, otherwise I wouldn't even bother to write these things in the fisrt place.

Dealing With the Dead

No one ever said
I’d be dealing with the dead.

Those bright green eyes,
Hiding everything but emotion and lies.

James and Lily’s looks,
No apparent fondness for Potions books.

Cannot answer a question,
Almost looks like he has indigestion.

Another arrogant, conceited Potter,
His father was an utter rotter.

Leeching off hardworking other,
Quite unlike his beautiful, talented mother.

My face a smirk,
This is surely going to work

Baited into my trap,
Confused, questioning emotions I hungrily lap.

As he walks away,
I can hear him rudely say.

“What the bloody hell?”
Something on which I easily dwell.

Is it possibly so
That the boy doesn’t know?

About the dreaded Marauders,
Those who knew no kindly orders?

No matter the way,
I have had my revenge today.

A/N: So, was Snape's thoughts in character? I honestly have no idea.