Chapter Three: Detention with A Sex God (in Harry's opinion) Part Two

"Alright, Potter. Tonight we will be brewing the Polyjuice Potion." Professor Snape informed him once they reached the bottom of the steps. Snape's personal lab wasn't as creepy or dank as the Potion classroom, but it was sure colder. "However, this is going to be an advanced form. It will allow the drinker up to 3 tranformation hours, as well as the ability to change form into an animal. Surprisingly, as the orginal form of the potion requires a month to brew, this only takes two nights. We will have to add some new and old ingredients before letting it stew for 24 hrs before adding the rest."

(A/N: Sorry guys, but this is needed. This copy of an Advanced Polyjuice Potion is of my own creation. I've added and mixed ingredients!)

Harry nodded, pretending that he was slightly confused at what the Professor was saying. Unbeknowest to Snape, Harry was actually quite good at potions. In fact, he was almost better than Hermione. No one knew, of course, because he held back. He never really wanted anyone knowing of his power or knowledge.

Finally, Professor Snape handed him a peice of parchment covered in ink. "Please go fetch the ingredients from my storeage closet. It is the furthest door from us, and the password to gain entry, is Asphodel."

Nodding, Harry skimmed over the list as he made his small journey over to the door.

Advanced Polyjuice Potion:

(Original)

Fluxweed

Horn of Bicorn

Knotgrass

Lacewing flies

Leeches

Skin of Boomslang

(My Added Ingredients)

Acromantula Venom

Powdered Bezoar

Dragon Blood

Dragon Heartstring

Altihotsy Leaves

Belladonna.

The ideal way the new ingredients mixed and combined with the old made perfect sense. Everything was neatly planned and the parchment explained how everything should be prepared and brewed. Smirking, he gathered the necissary ingredients for Severus and returned to the counter where he was setting up the cauldron.

'There I go again...' Harry thought to himself as he carefully laid down his armful. 'Calling him Severus...' Said Potion's Master was surprised that the boy hadn't dotched anything up yet.

"As stupid as I may seem in class, Professor." Harry drawled, handing the taller man the parchment back. He memorized it already, a benifit of having a photographic memory. "I am actually quite good and fond of potions when a Slytherin isn't dropping unnessisary ingredients into my cauldron."

Snape had a look of shock on his face briefly before his scowling mask quickly covered his face again. "Alright, then Potter. I shall give you two tasks for now: Grind up the bezoar into powder, and thinly slice the belladonna."

Nodding, Harry knew that he should begin straight away. Taking the ingredients he was assigned to and picking up a cutting boared, the emerald eyed wizard slid a little more down the counter to get out of his Professor's way.

The first thing he did was the Belladonna. If he accidentally poisoned himself, it was a damn good thing he was supposed to grind the bezoar up. While Harry did as told, he wondered silently to himself if the snarky Professor actually trusted him, if only slightly. He could have taken up Hermione, or Malfoy. Why him?

Once all ingredients were either chopped, ground, or smushed, and most were already sitting in the cauldron, Professor Snape turned to Harry with a slight glare in his eye. "Now, Potter, this step is crucial. You MUST have the Belladonna safetly wrapped in the two Altihotsy leaves and tied with two Dragon Heartstrings each in under 5 minutes otherwise you have just ruined this perfectly going potion."

Nodding again, Harry turned and quickly completed his task. It was a bit hard trying to get the sliced Belladonna to fit inside the two leaves, but he managed to fit it all and wrap it up before tying it neatly. When he saw Harry did an exceptional job with his assigned task, Professor Snape picked up the two leaves and waited about a minute before dropping them in. He didn't stur. With a wave of his hand, a timer was glowing in faint electric blue letters. It was a 24 hour count down.

Turning to dismiss Harry, he was surprised when the young boy fell asleep. Sighing, he was about to wake the boy when he muttered his name softly.

Freezing, Severus strained his ears to hear if what he heard was correct. "Nnnh...Sev...erus..." Harry mumbled in his sleep, and it took all his will power to keep said Professor to stop himself from leaning down and kissing the boy. But why was he dreaming about his Greasy Git of a Potion's master? And why was he saying his first name? Severus figured if the boy had ever had a dream of him, it would be his death, and he would be screaming profanities as him.

Smirking, Severus picked the boy up from his stool and carried him upstairs. Knowing that he didn't have the heart to wake him up, he placed the young Gryffindor on the couch. He stood up and was about to turn away when an arm reached out and grabbed his sleave. The elder wizard turned to see Harry half-awake. "Stay with me..." He mumbled sleepily.