Chapter 7

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Harry woke up, realizing that he had spent half the night looking out of his dormitory window. He blinked a few seconds, a bit disoriented, then shot out of bed.

"Time..." He murmured, glancing at the clock. It was ten AM, flat.

"Oh my god," said Harry, upon realizing that he was going to be late for potions class, and Snape would be anything but happy. He quickly slipped on his robes and bolted

to class, making his grand entrance during Snape introduction.

"Mr. Potter!" Snape said icily, making some of his classmates laugh. "Are you making a habit in attracting unneeded attention?" Part of the class laughed a little, before

Snape turned his sharp eyes on them.

"No," said Harry curtly. He took the empty seat beside Hermione and glared at Snape, and in return Snape glared back. "How about you make a better impression then?"

said Snape. "Entertain us with your knowledge. I'm sure that's something we'd all love to see, and something you must have a lot of by now."

Harry smiled. This was his chance to redeem himself and show up Snape, along with his classmates. "There is no difference between wolfsbane and wormwood." Harry

recited automatically. "You can find a bezeor in the stomach of a goat."

The class whispered amongst itself.

Snape raised opened his mouth and then closed it, unable to hide his surprise. Harry could see in Snape's eyes that he, Harry, had answered the question Snape was

about to pose. Snape narrowed his eyes.

"Where, might I ask, did you find such information?" questioned Snape.

Harry frowned, a little surprised that Snape hadn't tagged him for being a 'mind reader.' He decided to let it pass, and answered, "I read through my textbooks." He

noticed that Hermione looked surprised, impressed, and a little bit jealous also.

As the rest of the potions class progressed, Harry noticed that Snape was more receptive of Harry's every movement than before. Whenever Harry made the slightest

movement to get up and get an ingredient, Snape's head whipped around, and his eyes followed Harry wherever he moved.

"He's going to be the death of me." Harry mummured sideways to Seamus. Although, he knew that it wasn't true. If his future was going to go along with his dream, then

Snape would be horribly killed, and it would've been partly his fault.. But even after seeing Snape's sacrifice in his dream, Harry wasn't ready to give up all his hatred

towards him right here, right now.

Hermione was sitting at a table next to him, Dean, and Seamus. "How'dya know the information?" She asked, squinting her eyes in the smoke that was conjured by the

potions. "And how did you know the question he was going to ask?"

Harry shifted uncomfortably. He hadn't thought of a good answer to that one.

"I'll tell you later, alright, Hermione?" Harry asked, thinning his lips. Hermione looked a bit furious, but turned back towards her potion, which was beginning to turn bright purple.

Harry contemplated as he stirred his potion clockwise. He should tell Hermione, shouldn't he? Maybe her logical brain could help him sort through this foretelling thing.

Hermione could give an explanation better than anyone, couldn't she? Other than Dumbledore...

Dumbledore. Harry's heart soared as he thought of what would happen if he told Dumbledore that he had dreamed of this place. Maybe, possibly, have dreamed about his

future. But then, his heart plummeted. What help could Dumbledore do? He winced. He, as of now, wasn't as close to Dumbledore as he was... in his dream. Dumbledore

would surely be already that Harry had viciously tried to attack Quirrell the first day at school. Maybe Dumbledore would then lock him in an asylum if Harry told him that he

dreamed about Hogwarts. He sighed, brooding, when his potion exploded.

Glass shattered all over the floor. The potion hadn't hit anybody, even Harry, who had whipped his wand out and thought "protego" in his mind.

Snape stalked over. Harry gulped at his mistake, and mummured "Deletrius" in his mind, making sure that Snape wouldn't be able to recover the spell Harry just did.

Wand away." Snape hissed at Harry. He waved his own wand, and the damage disappeared. "Thirty points from Gryffindor, I'm afraid." He sneered feebly at the students.

"You, Potter!" He dragged Harry by his collar. "In my office, now. The rest of you are dismissed."

Snape propped Harry into a chair. "Potter." He said with disgust. "I knew you were up to no good the moment you entered this school. But tell me... how did you read my

mind? How did you conjure up a spell in your mind, the works that only a wizard of high level can do?"

Harry's mind went blank. He went on autopilot, allowing his mouth to say whatever as he thought a way out of this.

"I'm obviously cursed by Voldemort. His powers and mine combine, so it's no wonder that I can do spells of such high level." Harry felt his mouth say, as his mind raced. He

couldn't believe that he had let slip of his skill.

"Pah! A lie!" Harry distinctly heard Snape say. "Well,well. I suppose we will have to resort to this." He pulled something out of a drawer, and Harry straightened up, awake

from his doze.

"Veritaserum." Snape said, mouth twisting cruelly. "Well, Potter. I suppose you could tell me what this does, also?" He said, noting Harry's sudden panic, as shown in

his

green eyes.

"Uh, no... sir."

"Very well. It is a truth potion so powerful that a few drops of it could be used to..."

"...make any person spill out their darkest secrets. Use of it is forbidden, but if you make any more trouble, Potter, you may just find my hand slip over your evening pumpkin

juice." Harry repeated monotonously in his head. He made a new resolution to start carrying a leather flask around, like Moody.

"Dismissed." Snape spat out the word. Harry slung his bag over his shoulder and left hastily.

How'dya like it? It's fun writing about the Snape-Harry hating part.

Theres a magical button down there. I know you see it.

A little more of the "Snape-Harry hating part" (to encourage... well, you'll see)

Snape stalked into the classroom.

"Potter!" He jeered, throwing snide looks at the bewildered boy. Snape slammed a piece of paper in front of Harry. "Explain this." Snape growled. Harry glanced at

the big fat "ZERO" scribbled across the his report card from Snape, and his face paled.

"P-p-p-professor..." Harry started to say. His mind whirled. Dang it! He knew he should have done it. Why, because he had no time? No, then he wouldn't have

had the time add it to his alert list.

Cursing at his extreme laziness, Harry followed Snape dejectedly out of the room, sullen for forgetting to review Snape's story.

***Ten minutes later...

"NOOOOOO! I BEG- I BEG-" BANG. (And the followed the sound of... someone tearing pieces of paper?)

Harry rushed out of the door, angry that Snape had just killed his lizard, angry that the wonderful story Snape had wrote about him (it had been cruel remarks

about Harry, but they were fun to read!) had been teared up.

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