CHAPTER ONE
'Potter, are you trying to blow up my classroom,' Snape glowered down at the boy, who returned his icy look with a heated glare.
'No professor I am not!'
'Then do please explain, why your cauldron is billowing unnecessary smoke'
Harry faulted, he didn't actually know. He had thought he had done everything that was instructed on the board. Nevertheless his cauldron was smoking black clouds.
'Well,' Snape hissed, 'for once the beloved Harry Potter has no dim-witted remark sidling his tongue.'
Harry continued to glare hot daggers at his Professor, when he saw a blonde ferret smirking.
'Only five minutes left,' Harry screamed in his head.
Snape flicked his wand and the smoke was gone, revealing a purple grey mucus, 'It seems Potter you have invented a new potion, who know the genius within you,' Snape sneered, 'Clean it up…without magic'
'What did you do to it?' Hermione whispered while Harry got to his feet.
'Nothing,' he snapped, Hermione shrank back. Great.Now he felt guilty, it wasn't Hermione's fault that Snape was a repugnant asshole. He just was.
'Sorry,' Harry mumbled, picking up the cauldron and proceeded to towards the basin.
The cauldron was heavier than Harry expected. Snape had told them to enlarge them for the potion to breathe. It looked as though he was hugging it; having to place all its weight in bends of his arms, blocking his view of what lay head of him.
Therefore missing Malfoy's out stretched foot.
Harry's knees slammed to hard dungeon floor, the cauldron slipped from his grip and banged to the ground, splattering the botched potion all over his arms.
Howls of laughter erupted from the Slytherins occupying the classroom, and gasps of horror escaped the Gryffindors.
Harry was unsure if his housemates were gasping at his fall, or at what stood in front of him.
An absolutely livid Professor Snape. The potion, had as well as going all over Harry, had sprayed all up Snape's left arm. The purple shone against the black of his robes, and his pale skin.
The Slytherin's now seeing what had happened for the first time, fell silent, horror replacing the laughter.
'Everyone out,' Snape's voice was calm and steady, and that was what made everyone run out of the dungeon.
Hermione and Ron had decided not to wait for Harry, which slightly annoyed him, but he resigned himself to the fact the he probably would have done the same. He had never seen Snape this anger. Looking up for the first time he saw the real glimpses of Snape; the Death Eater.
He wondered if Snape and Voldemort were standing side by side right now who he would be more afraid of.
But seeing as Snape was right in front of him, still alive and Voldemort was dead, he decided not to dwell. Fearful of whom his mind would still pick.
'Well Potter you have just demonstrated again, that fame isn't everything is it,' Snape glowered, 'now do as I say and get out!'
Scrambling to his feet Harry stuffed his bag and ran from the dungeon, muttering a cleaning spell as he went.
Walking to his quarters, Snape muttering to himself, he was so furious that he didn't notice the small tingle that ran through his hand.
Slamming his bedroom door open, he removed his robes. He knew from years of knowledge that a simple cleaning spell would never get the smell out of them, he would have to send them to get clean. He considered getting Potter to pay for but then dismissed it. Now that the war was over he had no reason to spend any unnecessary time with the stupid boy, his job was done.
Heading into the bathroom, Snape examined the stains; he has been jesting when he told Harry he has made a new potion but looking at it now he had never seen anything like it. The texture, smell and colour had never before been in a potion all at once that he knew of. Strange. It was probably nothing.
Snape turned the tapped on and washed the purple from his hands.
'Of all colours purple,' Snape scoffed to himself.
'Harry! We didn't expect to see you alive,' Ron said through a mouth full of lunch, yeah he had been real worried.
'Yeah, me too,' Harry placed himself next Ron, and started piling his plate with food as well, 'Where's Hermione?'
Ron actually swallowed before answering, 'Dunno said she had something to do, probably at the library'
'Mhhh,' Harry said, he wasn't really listening, he was remembering Snape's face.
Harry was brought back to the Great Hall when a tingle ran up his arms, dropping his lunch, he stared at them.
'Whatareyou doing?' Hermione was standing in front of the boys starring at Harry holding his arms away from his body.
'I dunno, they kinda tingled,' Harry explained, Ron was now looking at Harry as well, then burst out laughter.
'Geez man, could you be any more of a girl, they tingled,' Ron mocked.
'Oh shut up Ronald,' Hermione snapped, turning back to Harry, 'was it were the potion hit you'
'Yeah, if you could call it a potion,' Harry answered.
'Maybe you should she Madame Pomfrey Harry, it could be something serious.'
'It's probably nothing, probably imagined it,' Ron laughed again.
'Ron probably right Hermione,' Harry said dropping his arms, 'It's alright' he whispered to her.
She just smiled, and looked at Ron, 'Are you finished stuffing your face… if I were you I'd been worried that my broom would be unable to hold my weight Ron'
With that Ron's eyes grew wide, and darted down to his slim form.
'Oh I was only joking, come on we'll be late for class,' Hermione sighed.
Harry was exhausted, he had been made Quidditch Captain, and he just held practice. Oh how he wished for the old team back, he would never be able to find any as good as them.
He had ended up with Ron as goalie, his chasers were Ginny, Dean Thomas and a fifth year girl Susie Aharah, who was extremely fast and agile in the air. Harry was actually surprised she hadn't already been on the team, but later he found out that she had been to nervous of being rejected until Ginny had talked her into trying out. He had opted for Seamus Finnigan as beater, he had buffed up over the summer and had a decent wing to him, and his other beater was a sixth year named Angus O'Neil, who was built strong and tall. And of course he was seeker. They were a good enough bunch, but they needed work. Only Ron, Ginny and Dean had ever been on the team before.
Harry had found himself, coming to admiring Oliver Wood, when he was captain. Everything seemed simple, catch the snitch win the game. Now he had to think tactics strategies, it was tremendously tiring.
Trudging up the stairs to his room, all Harry wanted was his bed.
Stripping into his pyjamas, he settled under the covers. Sleep enveloped him so after.
Snape had been in a foul mood since the Potter incident and it was just his luck that his next class was the new first years. Oh how they were going to love him.
By the end of class, he had scared the whole class that he couldn't help but smirk to himself; he had been successful in giving out three detentions. Things were starting to look up.
At the present Snape was sitting in his office grading the potions the seventh years had made this afternoon.
He picked up the next vial and glanced at the neat script. Granger.
Rolling his eyes, he und corked the potion and swished under his nose. Then re corking it he held it at eye lever horizontally and rotated. Prefect in everyway, he could not fault. Snape had caught himself wishing that she had been put in Slytherin as to gloat to McGonagall, but on second thought all ways reconsidered. She was the prissy know-it-all Gryffindor. The order of the world was right.
Scribbling a satisfactory mark down, he decided to call it a night.
Crawling under the sheets, Snape succumb to a night of restless sleep.
Waking up Snape refrained from opening his eyes, it was lighter than usual, he couldn't of over slept, he never over sleeps. He was thankful he didn't have class till after lunch today.
Thinking he'd better get up, he opened his eyes to a sight he was not prepared for. Instead of being in the dungeon he had fallen asleep in he was now in a room, with four other beds.
The room was familiar yet he'd never been there before. It was exactly like the boys room's in the Slytherin dungeon, except inside of green curtains around the four-poster beds there was red.
What on earth was going on?
Snape jumped out of bed to find he was notably shorter than last night.
Looking around the room, he came face to face with someone he hadn't seen for twenty-one years.
In three quick strides he was in front of the mirror, starring at the seventeen version of himself.
His face was shaped but the same black curtain, only now there looked healthier and it was parted to the side instead of in the centre, he slowly raised his hand up to his face and poked. It was real.
'No,' Snape whisper, he held his arm out in front of him, the pale skin shone in the early hours of the morning, untouched, untainted, free of the dark mark.
Quickly getting changed into unfortunately the only thing he could find; Gryffindor robes. He practically ran down the stair. He had to find Dumbledore.
While he was contemplating what he would actually say to Dumbledore as everything just sounded ludicrous 'oh hi I just aged twenty years, and my marks gone, please explain.' He was stopped but a curly haired girl. He wouldn't have given he any thought if she once again hadn't opened her mouth.
'Morning Harry, you're up early,' said nonchalantly over the top of her books.
Stopping in his track Snape, turned on her, 'What did you say?' he hissed.
'See, why are you up so early, when you know you're not a morning person?' she wasn't even concerned about the tone he had used.
'What did you call me?'
Hermione now confused placed her book down, 'I didn't call you anything I swear'
'I thought you called me…'
'Harry, are you alright?' Hermione was now standing and making her way over to him.
'Harry? Why are you calling me that?' Snape was beyond being anger he was sacred. This was too strange even for him.
Hermione was now looking at him as if he had just said something like books should be burned, tentatively she spoke, 'because it's your name' she took another step closer, 'are you sure you're alright?'
Dumbledore. That one word kept popping into his head, 'Yeah I'm fine, I've just got to…' before she could hear the rest he had left the common room.
Snape was running as fast as he could down the corridors and stopped in front of the gargoyle. Saying the password, he sprinted up the stairs.
He knocked once before opening the door to find Dumbledore sitting behind is desk.
'Something strange is going on,' Snape almost shouted.
Blue eyes looked over half-mooned glasses, concern seeping in, 'Harry, my boy what is it?'