~Chapter 1~
Snape prowled up and down his class room of 6th year students. snapping at them for anything and everything. today was a particularly stressful lesson, the 6th year griffindoor slytherin class were making a bloodlines potion. It was not that the potion in its self was a particularly complex one but it sometimes produced unexpected results. But today was more than that today was the anaiversary of the death of his son . It was just his luck that he should have to teach perfect potter on such a stressfull day.
"potter what on earth do you call this " snape enunciated each syllable perfectly articulated while keeping a perfectly calm quiet tone. " a potion sir " the boy replied insolently. " You are not worthy to even study the ancient and enthrilling art of potion. Making use some of Grangers potion unless you want to be sporting particularly nasty boils for the next month." Everyone listend to Snape and no one dared move.
One by one the students were called up and they placed their potion and a drop of there blood onto the parchment. No unexpecting results were found until Harry was called up to the front.