CHAPTER THREE
Harry walked to Charms, his first class of the year. Harry didn't mind Professor Flitwick, for he was always nice to Harry. Harry sat away from the others, reading his notebooks. He had read this year's Charms book over the summer and remembered it. Flitwick tapped his wand, calling the class to order.
"This year we will be learning about memory charms. Now uses of memory charms are forbidden, unless there is Ministry approval. But you will learn about them, how to detect the use of one and how to reverse them." Flitwick said in his high voice.
"Now can anyone tell me any of the common memory spells and what they mean?" Flitwick asked. Hermione hand shot up. Harry slowly raised his.
"Oh, Mr. Potter!" Flitwick chirped happily and Harry smiled slightly.
"Obliviate is the spell which erases one memory. It means to erase one's mind. Depending how much magic one uses, it will affect how much memory is lost. Then there is the common reversal. Reficere Emendare Mentis means to repair and mend one's mind. Aperio Mentis means uncover or reveal the mind. Occulto Mentis means hide or conceal one mind or memory. It doesn't erase one's memory but protects it from people who would be tested with Vertasium or Occulmency. It's a hard spell to cast, which is why it is not used frequently." Harry said flatly but with a little smile at Flitwick.
"Oh, Correct, Mr. Potter! 15 points to Gryffindor! Now the use of the Obliviating charm is illegal, unless with permission of the ministry. But the charms to fix and repair one's mind are not regulated. Though they are hard and complicated to do. Most people who try and are not properly trained then to do more damage them good. But you will learn about them and the symptoms."
Class went fairly well, most giving him odd looks when he answered questions instead of Hermione. Harry earned 20 more points. He didn't really care, be he decided to count the point he earned in each class. It was something to do while he was here.
Next was Potions. Harry smiled- oh this was going to be fun.
"You are going to attempt to brew an Anti-Poison Potion. The directions are on the board." Snape glared at the class. Harry pulled out Snape's old book and began.
"Potter." Harry looked up questioningly at Snape.
"Yes, sir?"
"What book are you using?" Snape asked slowly leaning down to face him.
"An old Potions book sir." Harry responded normally.
"I believe you are using one that allows you to cheat in this class." Snape sneered, smirking.
"It would be that way sir, if the notes in this book were correct." Harry said, smirking back. "The Anti-Poison potion-" Harry said pointing to the page. "-it's better to add two ground rose thorns and 1oz. of dragon blood then a sliced rose thorn and 2oz. of dragon blood. Mainly due to the fact Dragon blood is purer now and rose thorn is not as strong due to processing." Harry answered, ignoring Snape's glare.
"10 points for your cheek, Potter." Snape growled out. Harry merely looked at him, while his potion stirred itself. Snape stood and walked off, glaring at others and criticizing their potions.
As the end of the class Harry bottled his potion and gave it to Snape after his walk through. Only Malfoy was able to bottle his as well. Harry left but not before he noticed Snape looking at him. Harry saw past Snape's usual scowl and saw…curiosity? Na, couldn't be.
Harry stepped into the Quidditch showers. No one was there, probably in their house bathrooms. Harry let the water run over him, loosening the knotted muscles.
"I never thought I would see you in here." Harry spoke loud enough for the person behind the glass to hear him. Behind him, Snape stepped out from behind the fogged glass.
"You have changed Potter." Snape said slowly. Harry looked at Snape over his shoulder with a smirk.
"You state the obvious." Harry said.
"Where were you this summer Potter?" Harry's smile faded as he looked back at the tiled wall in front of him.
"What going to tell Dumbledore? Or Voldemort? I didn't take you for a messenger boy." Harry said, glancing back at Snape was glaring lethally, trying not to attack Harry.
"You are as arrogant as ever. I asked for my own knowledge." Snape said tightly.
"Curious about me, are you?" Harry asked, grabbing a towel and drying himself off, ignoring his heart beating faster in front of Snape. Harry wrapped the towel around his waist.
"What are those?" Snape asked and Harry was confused.
"The marks on your back." Harry face paled. He forgot the strong glamour's he used tended to fade in the shower.
"Nothing." Harry said facing Snape.
"Hardly Potter. You still suck at lying." Snape said stepping closer.
"Fine! You want to know?!" Harry snapped, all the stared, whispering behind his back getting to him. "My relatives! Yea, they thought they could whip, beat, cut or burn the magic that makes me a freak, out of me! I told the old coot this, I wrote, I SHOWED him, but I got sent there every summer. You think my life it oh, so wonderful? You wouldn't last a day in my shoes. You go to the meetings-" Harry motioned to Snape's arm. "-I have seen and felt everything that happens in those meetings, for years. I doubt Voldemort even knew." Harry said offhandedly. "I got his memories. Flashes of them. But I am able to separate them from mind, otherwise I would be insane. But remember 4 months ago, Voldemort watched two Death Eaters rape, torture and kill a family of four? I felt the things the family did and their screams still haunt me. So you wonder why I am not playing the goodie goodie golden boy anymore? Because that is not who I am and this fame is fake. Everyone wants to be me. They wouldn't last a minute." Harry finished and grabbed his shirt. Snape stepped back slightly shocked. Harry quickly dressed and grabbed his bag, not able to be around Snape. Something about the man made his walls shift and something told him he could trust the greasy git.
"I won't say anything." Harry stopped when he heard Snape's voice.
"I know." Harry said at last. "Cause you're not one to gossip or betray…or talk about others." Harry said quietly.
Severus watched Harry leave thinking about what had just transpired.
