A/N Yep, another fanfic! ;-) I know, Im awesome. Just kidding.
Anyway, this is Harry's first detention. He has a run in with a dark creature. Three guesses what!
Disclaimer: Iith doith notith ownith Harryith Potterith.
Fear for the Better
Chapter 1
Severus Snape was pretty bitter at the moment. Pretty much due to the fact that he had made a dumb choice. That choice? He had given Potter a detention, to A.) Put him in his place, and B.) Get revenge on his father. Pretty good, right? The problem?
He had to deal with the brat.
So naturally, Severus was bitter. Normally, the Slytherin Head of House prided himself in thinking ahead, considering the consequences of his actions. A habit he had developed after years of being a spy on the Dark Lord.
Put his hatred for Potter, or rather his father had blinded him. So now he was stuck with the brat.
Downing a headache preventative potion, calming draught, and a shot of Firewhiskey, he prepared himself for the first year.
Sure enough, a timid knock sounded on his heavy oak door. "Enter."
And there he was, Harry Potter, Boy Who Lived, in all his glory. Short, skinny, tan skin, curly black hair, and glasses. The only thing that reminded Snape that he wasn't an exact clone of James Potter, was his eyes. His mother's they were. Lily.
"I'm here, Sir," the boy stated.
"Obviously. I had no idea," Snape sneered, making the boy blush, looking down. One thing the boy DID have over Potter was the boy did refer to his teachers as Sir, Mam, or Professor.
"You will be cleaning cauldrons," Severus flicked his short ebony wand lazily, sending a stack of the heavy kettle-like instruments over to the sink. "The cleaning supplies are in the cupboard under the sink. Get. To. Work."
The boy scurried over to counter, opening the cupboard. Suddenly, a swishing sound reached Severus's ears. When he looked up, he noticed the boy had been thrown backwards, looking around blearily.
The Potions Master sighed, realizing that if the boy was injured and he didn't check on him, he would be subjected to Poppy's wrath. So climbing up, he started making his way to Potter, who was still sprawled on the floor.
But he stopped dead. Because the force that had climbed out of the cupboard was standing in front of him, blood red hair blowing back in a wind of it's own, eyes glowing like sharply cut emeralds. She smiled, looking just as kind and beautiful as always.
"Lily?"
A/N Dun dun duhhh!
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