If I Could Apparate Into Your Arms
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. obviously.. I'm just a fan girl who is inspired by J.K's work. Plus I love me some Snarry. :p
Chapter One: Amortentia
Harry was vaguely aware of Ron mumbling about something, occasionally recognizing the words potions, quidditch, unfair, and bloody cat. Harry however, was so consumed in his own thoughts to really pay attention to what his friend was saying. The boys were headed down a long corridor that led to the potions classroom at a leisured pace. Neither of them was in a hurry, they were all ready a bit late to begin was the first week back at Hogwarts and after an uneventful, dreadfully weary, and bleak summer Harry welcomed it. He was hopping coming back for his 6th year would brighten things up a bit, so far however, it hasn't worked. Other than the vague since of familiarity and comfort that Harry always felt whenever he was at Hogwarts he mostly felt numb. Sirius was still dead and Harry refused to cry about it. Over the summer he had put all his aggression and grief in to physical exertion. He pushed all his thoughts to the back of his mind and did things that kept his mind and body busy. He accepted the numbness that soon washed over him. Harry felt as if he was a walking sack of water that had a bloody prophecy attached to it's back. Nothing seemed to affect him anymore. He just went through the motions. The daily activities he took part in to keep himself alive and busy were the only thing that animated the otherwise lifeless sack of that morning Harry was told if he wanted to continue on the track to become an auror he would have to take potions. He wasn't so sure that he wanted to become an aurora anymore, but he knew Dumbledore would want him to take Slughorn's class and try to get to know him. Besides, he figured the class would at least occupy his thoughts for the duration of the class period even if it were potions. Perhaps he might actually like it if Snape wasn't the one teaching it. Harry was so wrapped up in his thought he hadn't even noticed they had stopped in front of the classroom until Ron waved a hand in his face to snap him out of his daze.
"Harry?..Harry. Harry!"
"Wuh?" Harry asked snapping back to reality.
"We're here.. Are you ok mate?"
"Yeah of course why wouldn't I be?" Harry said in his most sincere calm voice he could mange. Ron must have believed him because he just shrugged and opened the door to the classroom. Slughorn was in mid sentence when the boys walked in and everyone stopped to look at the intruders.
"Harry my boy!" Slughorn smiled "I was wondering when you'd get here, now go on then and take a seat. "
Harry and Ron shuffled in the room soon taking a seat across from Hermione and Ernie Macmillan at a table near the back of the room. While Slughorn was finishing his welcome speech Harry took that opportunity to look around the classroom. There were three different cauldrons spread out around the room he recognized one potion right off to be Polyjuice Potion. He'd recognize the slowly bubbling muddy substance anywhere. He inwardly cringed as he remember the taste and decided to stop looking at it in attempt to keep the bile that rose in his throat down. In exchange from looking at the Polyjuice Potion Harry turned his attention too the cauldron in he middle. It held a liquid that was clear and odorless and slightly simmering. If Harry hadn't heard Hermione say it was Veritaserum we would have thought it was just hot water. Without a fleeting thought Harry turned his attention to the small gold cauldron that was sitting at the table next to him. Harry couldn't explain what was happening to him, all he knew was that he was over come with an urge to go up to the cauldron and nuzzle it. The spiral swirls that were emitting from the opening were completely enticing. They reminded him of bodies dancing together… or long elegant pale fingers. The potion smelled wonderful and single handedly the most seducing smell he's ever experienced. If harry concentrated enough he thought he might be able to pin point some of the smells. Harry smelled what seemed to be Ebony wood, tea, some sort of spices such as ginger and clove, and parchment and ink. Each one of those smells was delicious but together Harry thought they were going to be the death of him. Harry noticed that together the smells were a rather musky manly scent, which momentarily confused Harry, but he pushed the thought to the back of his mind to continue enjoying the potion. The more Harry stared at the cauldron and the more Harry basked in the fumes the more the potion affected him. Harry imagined long pale elegant fingers calling him beckoning him to come closer. Subconsciously Harry leaned closer succumbing to the beckon of the dancing fumes. Harry closed his eyes Imaging what those long pale fingers would feel like on his skin lightly stroking his sides or running through his sensing the class's infatuation with the potion closed the lid affectively snapping Harry out of his daydream and almost making him fall out of his chair.
"That class is Amortentia a very powerful love potion. It's very dangerous and hard to brew. If a person drank this potion they would immediately fall unhealthily in love with the person that brewed the potion. Now I'm sure you all have noticed the smell that came from this potion. Everyone smells a different smell, and the objects that you smell is what attracts you."
Harry could have sworn that he heard a dark silky voice admit from the cauldron before Slughorn closed the lid. It started off as a low grumble and soon changed its self to a low whisper of his name. The voice sounded vaguely familiar but Harry couldn't quite place it. Harry couldn't help but feel the pang of pain he felt when the professor closed the lid of the potion. Up until now Harry hadn't felt anything, but that potion had made him feel something, and not a bad emotion at that. He would give anything to welcome that again. Now Harry felt nothing, nothing and a little confused. Slughorn roused Harry out of his thoughts when he started talking.
"Now that we got the introductions out of the way lets get to potion making everyone take out their books and turn to page 19. We're going to start with the Drought of Living Death. This is a particularly hard potion to brew and if anyone can get it right during the class they will get a reward. But I should warn you only one of my students have ever brewed it correctly and won the prize. In fact that student held this very same position until this year, our very own Professor Snape." Knowing how skilled Snape is in potions the class couldn't help but feel a little disheartened about brewing this potion.
"After you've turned to the right page get out your scales and ingredients and begin"
Harry mustered up all the emotion he could and flashed a smile at his professor "Professor? I haven't actually gotten my book yet, nor had Ron. We didn't know we would be able to be let in."
"Oh yes I do remember Professor McGonagall mentioning this to me. Not to worry, not to worry at all my dear boy! You can borrow a few of the old books until you can owl for one of your own. Go ahead and get yourself a scale and some ingredients in the cupboard over there, I'll be right back with the books."
"Thank you Sir." Harry said as he made to get up.
"Oh and Harry."
"Yes Professor?"
"Take Mr. Weasley here with you, it won't do him any good staring at the Amortentia cauldron like that"
"Of course professor" Harry said and dragged Ron out of his chair to follow him. When Harry got back to his desk he noticed the book on his desk the cover was worn and looked as if it was going to fall off. He couldn't help the twinge of annoyance he felt when he saw the book sitting on Ron's desk. His book was in a lot better shape than his. Even though Harry had no right to feel this way he couldn't help but feeling down about it. He decided it be better to just get on with his potion than wallow in self-pity. With a sigh Harry opened his book to the Drought of Living Death. The first thing he noticed was the spiky handwriting all over the pages. Being mildly confused about the hand writing Harry brought the book closer to his face, that's when he noticed the smell. It was musty, old parchment, ink, and something spicy. It reminded him of Amortentia. He found this confusing but oddly enough it didn't put him off. If anything it only made him intrigued. He was curious about the book and it's previous owner. Flipping to the front cover he saw what was scrolled in the spiky handwriting, "Property of the Half Blood Prince." The lack of true name only intrigued him further. With a slight smile on his lips. Harry opened his book back to the potion and began brewing, putting all his trust in his mystery prince.
Author's note* I hope you all enjoyed the chapter. Please review! it would mean the world to me! This is my first attempt at Snarry and I have big plans for this story. I would love to hear your opinion! Thank you!