The Order of the Phoenix
Snape’s worst memory
“You will not tell anybody what you saw!” Snape bellowed
“No,”, said Harry, getting to his feet as far from Snape as he could. “No, of course I w-”
“Get out, get out, I don’t want to see you in this office ever again!”
And as Harry hurtled toward the door, a jar of dead cockroaches exploded over his head. He wrenched the door open and flew away up the corridor, stopping only when he had put three floors between himself and Snape.
“Get out, get out, I don’t want to see you in this office ever again”
Harry hurtled toward the door, and almost tripped over his robe. He managed to catch himself on the doorknob and swung the door wide open. He made it to run out but stopped and turned around at Snape, with an odd expression on his face. His hand left the doorknob and fleetingly flew to his scar. Quietly, almost dreamily, he said: “Professor Snape… my father… he said he bullied you because… because of the fact that you simply existed”. Snape gripped the edge of the table to steady himself. He forced an icy, calm, sarcastic voice, although he felt like boiling. “Yes, you got the facts correctly, didn’t you? Almost as smart as you father, aren’t you, Potter? Get. Out. Now!”. Harry was fixing a point somewhere behind Snape’s right shoulder. “And that’s why you bully me, professor Snape, is it not? It’s more the fact that I exist.”
In the sudden silence that fell like a autumn fog, Harry suddenly snapped his eyes into Snape’s. He gasped, turned around, and fled the room.
The seconds passed by, uncounted. After what must have been more than twenty of them, a jar of dead cockroaches exploded in the door left ajar by Harry’s hurried departure, showering the corridor and the office’s entrance with glass shards and brownish dusty dead insects.