"You don't want me as your enemy, Quirrell," said Snape, taking a step towards him.
"I-I don't know what you--"
"You know perfectly well what I mean."
"An owl hooted loudly, and Harry nearly fell out of the tree. He steadied himself in time to hear Snape say, "--your little bit of hocus-pocus. I'm waiting."
"B-But I d-d-don't--"
"Very well," Snape cut in. "We'll have another little chat soon, when you've had time to think things over and decided where your loyalties lie."
That was from the Sorcerer's Stone, after the Quidditch match that Snape refereed.
It sucks that they had to change the scene to being in the library for the movie, because I think the fact that it's in the Forbidden Forest really sets the mood. But I still get chills whenever I hear Snape say, "You don't want me as your enemy, Quirrell..." His voice just does that to you.
I realized that if that damn owl hadn't hooted, Harry would have known that Snape was actually trying to protect him, and that he should have been hating Quirrell instead. He might have even liked Snape from then on... But he didn't. Because the stupid owl hooted. I want to take a Time-Turner to go back to a few minutes before that happened, and Avada Kedavra that owl.
If you read my fanfiction (And if you haven't, the link is right here.), then you'll have seen this, but this is what I think Harry would have heard Snape say if it weren't for the owl:
You know perfectly well what I mean. All the teachers are supposed to protect the Stone. And Dumbledore trusted all of us, but he’s crackers− trusts too easily. Even little tossers like you. But I want to know what the hell you were playing at the last Quidditch match. Yes, I know about your little bit of hocus-pocus. I’m waiting.
I imagine Quirrell must have been pissing his pants at this point, because Snape can be pretty freaking scary. But it's sexy scary.
