A bad day that only gets worse.
Harry had a long day so far dealing with Snape in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Malfoy through out the day. As he left Defense he was glad that Snape wasn't teaching Potions in his next class.
Harry made his way down to Potions with Hermione and Ron. They walked into the Potions dudgeon and took a seat in the back of the classroom. Harry opened his bag, pulled out his textbook and randomly opened it, to pretending reading it.
But before he could even look at the page, "Potter!" Harry jumped and fell causing the Slytherins to laugh, Snape had arrived…Wait Snape? Slughorn was their Potions teacher.
Harry saw Hermione raise her hand out of the corner of his eye. "Yes Granger?" Snape growled.
"Where's Professor Slughorn sir?" she asked almost timidly, which was probley a smart idea because Defense had been totally horrible beyond reason. Harry thought it was on the list of worst days in Defense even beating the first class with Umbridge.
By the time half the class was over Gryffindor had lost 50 points putting them in second behind Slytherin, and by the time the class was over itself they were in third. Harry inwardly groaned by the time this class would be over they would be last, if this class was anything like the last.
"Slughorn finds himself unable to teach you today, not that it matters; Miss Granger, five points from Gryffindor due to the fact that you must know everything. POTTER!" Harry reluctantly looked up at the professor; Snape's face was in a scowl. "Go sit next to Mr. Malfoy. Weasley next to Longbottom in front. NOW!"
Instantly everyone that needed to move quickly grabbed their stuff, Harry threw a pleading look at Hermione who gave him a look of pity. Harry slumped into the chair next to Malfoy.
"Today, you will be given the chance to make The Draught of the Living Dead. Here are you instructions, work in pairs with the person next to you," causing groans from Harry and Ron. "You may begin."
Harry and Malfoy worked on the potions with the least amount talking as possible, half an hour later; while Harry was adding Bloomshag Skin, Snape walked over to their cauldron.
"Potter, what is this?" Snape asked Harry indicting the potion that was a light grey color.
"The Draught of Living Dead, sir." Harry said while trying to keep his anger in check.
"10 points from Gryffindor Potter!" Snape sneered.
Before Harry could even think of retaliating, there was an explosion. And all Harry could see was pink. This was due to the fact that Neville and Ron's cauldron exploded. Their pink potion which should be a grey tint had covered Neville, Ron, Harry, Draco and Snape from head to toe. Harry tried blinking through the potion, he heard screaming, and Snape cursing Neville, but then Snape stopped in midsentence, and there was a thud.
Harry could barley make out Hermione freaking out and Pansy screaming, then it went black, and Harry faded into the darkness.
Harry opened his eyes he was in the potions class, and nothing seemed out of place. The last thing he remembered was in class next to Malfoy. But he swore he'd remembered Neville's cauldron exploding. But then Harry realized that they hadn't even had caldrons out yet on their work stations.
Next to him was Malfoy reading his Potions textbook, and in front of him was Neville and Ron whispering to each other. The class wasn't out of place, not at all.
Harry glanced at Malfoy, before turning to look for Hermione; but he saw a flash of red by Malfoy. And looked again, Malfoy's robes were red! But Malfoy was a Slytherin, Harry checked his robes, Ron's and Neville's they were all red. But why the hell were Malfoy's?
Harry got out of his seat very quickly and started backing away from the Gryffindor Malfoy. He then bumped into someone, and everyone in the room gasped.
"Snape, what are you doing?" Harry heard from behind him, so he slowly turned around to see the person behind him.
The man behind him was a very familiar face; he had tousled black hair, round rimmed glasses around his hazel eyes.
Harry started to back away, sputtering "Dad?"
The man in front of him just stood there in all black and sneered at Harry. "That's 10 points from Gryffindor, Snape!"
Harry stopped, "did he just call me Snape?"
"Harry, Mate come sit down." Harry heard a very familiar voice call, but when he looked he noticed it was not Ron calling him, Not Hermione; whom seemed absent from the room, not Neville or any other Gryffindor, but Malfoy.
With that Harry fainted.
