Author's Note: Okay it's almost been a month since I wrote. It's quite shameful of me but my schedule is endless. I hope you like this new chapter and do write a review for me. And here's the disclaimer that I am not a British woman who goes by the name of J.K Rowling. Every character and other thing related to Harry Potter belong to her.

Heal Me Chapter 3: Class Begins

Snape stretched as he got out of his bed. Today was definitely doing to be an interesting day for many people today, especially for Snape. He would have Mr. Potter in his class. His bad tampered owl was rapping at his window with his talons and viciously scratching the window with his beak. He glared at the damn bird; he walked over to the window. He smirked at the impatient bird that was now screeching outside the window. He crossed his arms and stared down at the owl until he finally decided to let his 'pet' inside. Regret washed over him as the bloody bird brought in a dead rodent inside his room. There was no fucking way he was starting his day with a dead rat stinking up his room. He shoved the bird back outside before it dared to drop the dead animal onto the floor or anywhere in the room. The angry bird couldn't bite him but he managed to scratch the back of his hand with its talons. He cursed under his breath as blood started oozing out of his skin.

He grabbed for his fresh boxer, white dress shirt, black cloak, and black pants. He entered the staff lounge where everyone was groggy and half awake. It's been a while since everyone had to wake up early to prepare for work. Few of them muttered 'good mornings' to him but none of them were returned. This morning was not good at all, his damn, bloody owl brought in a dead rat in his room and attacked him the moment he woke up. He entered the staff men's washroom. There was a long row of shower stalls, a big bath, and another row of toilets. There was Filch who ran out of the washroom in fear the moment the squib saw Snape enter the washroom. He undressed himself as he entered the showers. He welcomed the hot water that washed over him as it helped him relax before the hectic day. He thought of his schedule; he had to work with the first years for his first class.

Harry Potter, the boy was the spitting image of James Potter. That was more than enough of a reason to annoy him. He roughly massaged scalp with his fingers as he washed his long hair. James Potter who looks like Harry Potter. Lily Evans who looks like Hermione, wait.

Why was he thinking about her? He refused to accept the idea of the girl resembling Lily. He kicked out the thought of Ms. Granger out of his mind. He refused to have her occupy his thoughts. He leathered his chest and the rest of his body and let the water wash away the shampoo and the shower gel. Once he finished his shower, he stepped out of the shower. The towel flew over to him and he dried himself. He shook his head viciously to dry his hair. He hated drying his hair with the towel, it made his hair fluffy. When he came out, he noticed that everyone had gone for their meal at the Great Hall. He wasn't that hungry so he decided to prepare for the day. He returned to his room where he began to prepare review notes for the older students. Before he knew it, it was time for him to go to his class; first year Slytherin and Gryffindors.

As he approached the classroom, he could hear the children chatting and giggling. Far too noisy for the morning. He frowned as he took long strides into his class. It took a few seconds for the brainless brats to notice his presence. His eyes quickly absorbed its surrounding and it was caught at the sight of Harry, Ron, and Hermione sitting together. The sight alone got him in a foul mood. It was like watching Lily and James being together again when they were younger. Except for now, Harry was busier talking with Ron and Hermione was more interested in a potion book. It wasn't the textbook for his class. He then remembered her profile; Favourite class: Potions. So the girl was quite serious about her studies in potions. She was the only student looking through a book; not even his Slytherins.

"Quiet," he ordered. He glided through the classroom, "There won't be any foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class," and the children all stared at him as he passed them.

"I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making. However, for those select few...," he stood in front of the classroom scanning over the students. His eyes rested on his godson, Malfoy, and for a quick second on Hermione. She had her eyes on him as the rest of the students.

He looked away from her and continued, "Who possess, the predisposition... I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death." He didn't like it but his eyes returned to Ms. Granger whose eyes sparkled at his introduction. He refused to focus on her so his eyes rested on the boy who was sitting next to her, Potter. That made him annoyed more than ever, "Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not pay attention!" He slowly approached the boy who finally looked up from his scrap of paper.

"Mister Potter. Our new celebrity," he glared down at the boy who resembled James yet had the same eyes as Lily. Snape knew the boy knew nothing about potions or anything related to magic since Harry recently found out that that he was a wizard. Snape knew that the boy was absolutely clueless, Harry had been living with muggles, to be more specific with Petunia, the greatest irritating muggle he'd ever known. If he were to list the top 3 people who could put in the foulest mood, the first place would go to the Weasley twins, God they were a royal pain. The second place would go to Petunia and the third place would be awarded to Mr. Harry James Potter.

Was he being fair to test the boy? Probably not but then again, he greatly disliked the boy. He was most certain that nobody would be able to answer his questions.

"Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" he asked Potter and Ms. Granger's arm shot up. He raised his eyebrows, okay he was wrong. Ms. Granger knew the answers to his questions. He was just a tad bit impressed, just a little. If he nobody was staring he'd be smirking from amusement. He wanted to make the great Harry Potter look more stupid but at the same time, he wanted to test when the witch's arm would drop.

"You don't know? Well, let's try again. Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?" he asked. Her arm was still up waving like a flag in the wind. He ignored her enthusiasm to answer as Mr. Potter whispered, "I don't know, sir."

"And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?" he asked the third time. "I don't know, sir" the boy timidly replied.

"Pity. Clearly, fame isn't everything, is it, Mr. Potter?" he commented as he returned to the front of the classroom.

He coldly stared down at the boy as he lectured Potter, "For your information Potter, Asphodel and Wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of the Living Death, a Bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for Monkshood and Wolfbane, they are the same plant which also goes by the name of Aconite. Well, why aren't you all copying this down?" Snape noticed the girl looking extremely frustrated; she was an open book, her expression told him 'I already knew that'. Soon the sound of quills scratching parchments filled the room and the class came to end as the students continued to write down notes.