The tip of the snakes tongue.
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Chapter 1: Bloody Hell
Harry nearly stormed out of the potion master's office, what he saw was rather more than shocking. He was being a good student actually following up on his detention with professor Snape for the first time but never did he think in a million bloody years that he would witness a disturbance as vivid as the one he witnessed. He barely peaked into the classroom like he always did when the professor would demand of him to come by to lecture him on how bad he was at potions and about the very un-generous amount of points he'd taken away from Gryffindor for reasons that made no sense at all. Harry's eyes popped out of his skull in a way he didn't think they could- maybe he was exaggerating, but still. He stood frozen as he saw the professor in a full snog session with a man, he was sure it was a man from the attire the person wore consisting of browns and a beige man's coat.
Snape had him pinned against the wall; he was clearly the one in control of the snog catastrophe. Harry wondered who the man was but not as much as he wondered when the cold hearted professor "came out of the closet" or if he even was part of the closet. Nevertheless when did he gain such rush feelings? Or such rush impulses? Harry did not know, a bigger part of him did not want to know. He ended up running towards Gryffindor tower, gasping the password and storming in through the portrait. The common room was almost empty except for Neville's sleeping figure almost falling of the mahogany couch. Harry tip toed up to the dormitory while catching his breath. Of course Ron had not been asleep he was staring at the Essay topic for transfigurations he had not yet started. The Redhead raised his head from the blank parchment and stared at the incoming figure as it made itself clear when it came to view by the Lumos Weasley had cast. Ron grinned yet frowned at the same time as he saw Harry's ghost face.
"How Was Deten- Merlin Harry are you ok?" the redhead said with evident worry.
Harry nodded his head as a silent yes but decided to speak up knowing fully that he didn't want to say anything about what he had seen, especially not to Ron, he tended to blow things out of proportion. So he set himself up for lying instead, trying his best to sound believable enough, the redhead tended to be easy to fool after all.
"Snape….. Let me off the hook" Harry kept his serious face hoping his lie was successful.
The redhead simply laughed and Harry sighted in relief.
"Well come to think of it, it's a good reason for you looking like a ghost". The grin on Ron's face stayed.
"Maybe he'll stop taking points of Gryffindor from now on"
Harry smiled weakly. "One can only wish". With that he made his way to his bed and jumped face on his pillow. He wished he had a Dreamless sleep potion because he knew the hours of sleep ahead would be filled with disturbing images.