6:00 AM: November
Draco was awake and in the bathroom getting ready for a shower. His eyes were red as he saw his reflection in the mirror. His eyes were bloodshot due to immense crying. He was only crying because… there was actually no reason why he was crying. He just was. You know that feeling where you don't know if you are sad or happy? But you're neither? That was what Draco Malfoy was feeling. Crucio! His mind wanted to yell. And in fact, there was a scrape formed on the mirror. He stared at it as he rushed into the hot shower and stood in underneath the water. The first drop hit his skin. He closed his eyes and everything went into slow motion. The water falling was so slow you could see the form of each drop, he felt every. Single. Drop. He remembered what had happened now, it all seemed clear. Crucio! The warm droplets formed steam as he stood there without moving at all, the voices banging in his head. Again: Crucio! And again: Crucio! The voices said the same thing, over and over again, how much clearer could it be? His skin was burning from the mellow droplets morphing into sharp little blades of fire. His pale skin was turning red under the falling water droplets. The irresistible warm water rained onto his skin, making it silky, soft and beautiful. His cheeks were red. His bare body feeling burnt but he still proceeded. The water was so fresh, cleaning his skin till clear and smooth. He used his hands to push more water onto his face. His hair was soaking and dripping more onto his naked body. He picked up the shampoo bottle on the edge and scrubbed his hair, oh so gently and softly. He didn't want this to be done. He didn't hear the shower, no, he heard rushing water of a waterfall. He heard the birds chirping in his eyes and when he closed his eyes, he could see nothing but a forest. The light came through the trees, a little bit foggy, the earthy smell, the quietness, coolness, moss growing on the trunks of the trees, Droplets of water dripping from large leaves, ferns, water trickling through the little creek, bird sounds. Draco was naked in the woods. His chest moving up and down with every breathe he took. His eyes closed slowly as he could see every aspect of the forest.
Then, as Draco was proceeding through the forest, there was a banging on a tree. He searched the forest and saw him. He saw Voldemort. Voldemort looked at him with his red eyes. Draco hid by a bush to hide his naked body. Voldemort just smiled and walked closer to Draco. "Draco….Malfoy….you know you mussst do it...and if not….I will kill you. You and your pathetic family….prove to me you are not your...weak….arrogant...and a failure like the ressst...of your….bloodline….Prove to me...and I will...prove to you….that you are ssso much...more...than them." Draco stood slowly up. Voldemort held his hand open. "Come...here….child….come here and take your place…." Draco began to walk slowly to his Lord. His body moving without his mind. He couldn't help but fantasize what him by Voldmeort's side would be like. Draco took his hand and Voldemort pulled him in close. He bent down and whispered in Draco's ear. "Good….boy…." Draco couldn't help but feel a rush through his body. He felt a turn on. It wasn't based on just sexual preference, because as we all know, Voldemort isn't the prettiest nor the handsomest; it was based on the fact that power is very sexy. Especially being on the right hand man of power. Draco felt the surge of power rushing through his hands and he felt his body succumb to this. Voldemort leaned in and whispered something in Parseltongue and before Draco could protest, Voldemort kissed Draco's ear, turning him on greatly. He felt the warm air shared between him and Voldemort and how Voldemort pulled him in against his body. He felt a slight moan let out, a moan oh-so quietly but Voldemort smirked. "Good….you can...feel….it…" Draco saw a reflection of himself and Voldemort in the water right below him. He saw the glow of Voldemort's eyes and saw it be absorbed in in Draco's body. Draco's conscience was moved to the body of Voldemort. Draco looked at the pond below them and could barely speak. But Voldemort spoke: "Ah….great! I finally….needed...a younger...body." Draco looked at his own body and knew what was going to happen next. He could tell by the way everything in the forest was going to die. There was a coldness and there was a scent of death. Voldemort, now in possession of Draco's body pointed at Draco now in Voldemort's body and screamed. "Him! Get him! He iss….isss...is trying to kill me!" Old habits of Parseltongue caused a momentary stutter. What was a beginning of a great scene turned into a bloodbath as Draco felt no control of him pulling out the wand of Voldemort and began to fight the Dementors swarming him. Draco was trying to break through the body but knew that he was going to get a Dementor's kiss and die a painful death.
As Draco closed his eyes for the embrace of death, opened his eyes back in the bathroom. The water wasn't warm, it was ice cold. He was standing with his arms crossed and his body freezing. He heard knocking on the bathroom door. "Draco….let me in…" It was Voldemort's voice. Draco felt fear rush throughout his body.
"Come on, Draco. Let me in!" Called in Blaise. Draco quickly turned off the shower.
"Uh...sorry!" He called out to Blaise. Draco wrapped a towel around his waist and opened the door. The room was warm and gentle on his skin. Blaise walked in and turned around.
"Dang, Draco, it's cold in here!" He laughed then shut the door. Draco chuckled. Harry was finishing getting dressed and Draco quickly got dressed while Harry's back was against him. Draco couldn't help but observe the scars on Harry's back. When harry turned around, Draco turned himself quickly around to avoid explaining why he was staring. Harry looked at Draco as he got dressed. Draco was getting dressed quickly and once dressed he fixed his bed and left the room without any word.
6:15 AM: November
Harry had eventually fallen asleep and opened his eyes slowly. He felt quiet. Like...he felt no need to really speak. He felt...silent. He got out of bed and saw Blaise by the bathroom door. "Draco. Let me in." He knocked on the door. Harry sat up in his bed. Blaise looked at him. "Good morning Harry!" He said. Harry nodded. "I know it was a rough night, but I would say wait to take a shower. Draco has been in there for a while." Blaise seems to be in a cheery mood. Harry thought. Harry began to undress and get dressed in his Slytherin robes. "Come on, Draco. Let me in!" Called in Blaise. Draco quickly turned off the shower. Harry got his pants on and put on his socks. His bare back was shown.
"Uh...sorry!" Draco called out to Blaise. Blaise walked in the shower and turned around.
"Dang, Draco, it's cold in here!" He laughed then shut the door. Draco chuckled. Harry was finishing getting dressed and Draco quickly got dressed while Harry's back was against him. Harry felt Draco stare at his back. He knew there was still scars on his back. He turned to face Draco who quickly turned around. I guess me and Draco are having the same type of day. Draco barely made a sound. Harry finished getting dressed and rushed out the door. Harry walked through the corridors and went into a darker part of the corridors. A more shadowy part of the dungeons. He looked for the Salazar Slytherin picture but when he looked, he found the dust around the empty wall where the portrait was last seen. Harry gasped but stopped in his tracks. Where is he? "Is something….wrong...Potter?" There was a deep and silky voice behind Harry James Potter. Harry turned around and although he wanted to see Snape, after that night, he didn't want to talk about his nightmare. He didn't want Snape to know. He didn't want anyone to know. Harry stood his ground, tall, shoulders back, and he hair black and slightly curly like his fathers.
"Nothing, Professor." Harry said. Snape looked closer at the boy who didn't dare blink.
"Then, why are you down in this dead-end...hallway….and not….with the others?" Snape's hands were crossed at his chest and he stood with an attitude, only if that makes sense.
"I was…" Snape raised his eyebrows.
"Was...what...Potter?"
"I was looking for...the man." Snape opened his eyes.
"Man?" Harry nodded.
"The man in the picture." Severus let his arms fall to his side.
"You mean Salazar Slytherin?" Harry nodded his head. Severus turned his back toward the boy, his cloak swiftly moving around his legs, then stopping. "Come with me. He is in my chambers." Harry stood still. I can't. "Mr. Potter here, has...a very nasty past...his relatives weren't very...receptive to taking care of him." Margaret nodded.
"Speak more, Professor Snape." She said. Her glasses were on the brink of her nose as she watched the two men.
"He has self-harmed, tried to commit suicide multiple times and he has been abused from the earliest memories he has." Severus spoke. She wrote notes down.
"And was he sent to any institution?" Severus looked at her. Institution? "I mean...a mental hospital so he can have proper therapy and help. Don't get me wrong, you have done plenty, but you aren't what the boy needs. He needs help." Snape felt his body tense up.
"No. He didn't go into an 'Inpatient'." Snape seethed through gritted teeth. She nodded her head once more and wrote on her clipboard that was on the table.
"Very well. He will go in so we can double check his status." And just like that, she closed her book and stood up. Severus could barely speak.
"He has classes here." She held her hand up.
"We cover that."
"You are not taking him." Severus stood up and stood firmly. His eyes beading into hers.
"Are you his parent? Or guardian?" Severus gapped at her. He seethed. His hands grasped close. "As I thought. I will talk to Poppy and me and young Mr. Potter will be on our way." Severus watched her as she walked out the extra room. Harry looked at Severus and all he could see was tears welling up in the boy's eyes.
"I don't want to be taken away. I don't want to go." Severus couldn't say anything. Instead he bent down to the sitting boy and pulled him into a hug.
"Shh...I know...I know...just say something and maybe...I'll talk to the Headmaster..." When Harry and Snape went into Poppy's office within the hospital wing, Harry felt his mind breaking down. Like, he wanted to just cry in Snape's arms. As Harry sat down in the chair and tried to get himself to relax, he felt all the eyes on him. The therapist was staring at him.
"You do realize, Mr. Potter, that it is inappropriate for Professor Snape to provide the services he did?" Harry stared blankly at her. "He let you into his private chambers, he has given you medication without the look of Madam Poppy, because as I know it, you are only a Potion's….what was it?" Severus breathed in and sneered at her.
"Potion's Master." He said through gritted teeth. Harry could feel the anger vibing off and felt the want to hex this woman.
"Right, Potion's Master. So you let him in your chambers, a few times, spent the night with him a few times, let him change his House because of your influence-" Severus walked closer to the woman and glared at her. Harry could feel the cold stare going towards her.
"Wait a second! He chose...to be….in Slytherin!" She held her hand up.
"Given him medications without consulting Madam Pomfrey, and had given him dark magic. Judging by the tattooed-style looking lines on his chest. You have no advancements in child neglect or abuse to help this child. You are not to treat him as your own. And if we, and I mean me and the ministry, feel that you are acting outside your role, being inappropriate, we will evaluate your teacher's license, and you will be suspended and if worst comes to worst, you will be stripped from your magical abilities." Harry felt tears burning in his eyes. Snape being taken away? Snape? All because of me? All. Because. Of. Me.
"No, Professor. I mustn't." And with that, Harry quickly left past Severus who was stopped in his tracks. I can't. I can't.
6:30 AM: November
Severus got up and began to dress. Severus Tobias Snape was tall and broad-shouldered, with a mop of dark hair and heavy, solemn brows that were offset by a mysterious grin. A pair of eyes the color of murky sea glass gleamed behind square-framed glasses that kept slipping down his long nose." He was handsome, dark hair falling across a light-skinned face, and pale, curious-dark eyes flashed through the haphazard strands. His jaw was firm and strong, and his nose long but slightly crooked, like it had been broken and left to its imperfections. There was an odd lightness about his eyes, though, and a small curve to his lips, as if there were something terribly funny only he knew the answer to, and it was that brief, wicked glance most catch and people had said maybe he hadn't broken it, but he knew what it looked like. And he liked that. The hint of danger. Made him seem more like something he wasn't. Everyone spoke about how, "mysterious" he was.. and indeed he was.
A beautiful man he was. He always had greasy hair. And it seemed like he didn't really care about his looks. He always stayed up all night long. And he always had bags under his eyes. But it seemed faint, and natural. What was he always doing up all night long? It felt as if he never slept. Always doing things, making potions, making spells.
And his voice! His voice was mysterious. He spoke in a cool, sadistic tone that sent a chill along anyone's skin, and it always felt like something bad was going to happen, or something cruel was happening in that very moment. The words always seemed to roll off his tongue like sandpaper on wood. His eyes matched his voice, both cruel and condescending, alluring yet rough around the edges. It was scary, no one can deny that.
And with that, Severus looked at the scars that ran down his back. He had a number of scars on his back from being abused as a child, some were cigarette burns other long white thick healed skin. They were beautiful, because they showed how much of a survivor he was, but whenever he looked at them, even for a quick glance, he wanted to rip into the scars in horror. He felt like a monster of Hell who secretly longed for the taste of Heaven. His cut eye just made him more of a monster of Hell. He was farther away from the taste of Heaven and forever will he be.
He covered the scars with a white button-down shirt then covered the shirt with layers of black. Black shirts, a black button-down, and a black cloak. He looked at himself one more time in the mirror and stood up. He walked around the corridors to his Slytherin Common Room to make sure everyone is up and ready for breakfast. As he was walking, he saw a young boy staring at a darker shade of the dungeon. It was where a dead-end was. As he approached the standing child, he knew it was Harry James Potter. He knew just by the way of his hair. Harry had changed greatly but his hair still had the slight curls like his father. "Is something….wrong...Potter?" He asked. He felt the way his cool breathe rolled off his lips, almost like a cold sensation of blood that would drip between your teeth if you were punched in the jaw.
"Nothing, Professor." Harry responded. Nothing? Does this child think I was born yesterday? Snape looked closer at the boy who didn't dare blink. What is the matter with him? Snape wanted to ask.
"Then, why are you down in this dead-end...hallway….and not….with the others?" Snape's hands were crossed at his chest. His shirts felt tight, but after years of this style, he has become used to it.
"I was…" Snape raised his eyebrows.
"Was...what...Potter?" Harry looked at the man. Snape saw the Slytherin robes around the boy. It wasn't that he wanted to brag about the boy being in Slytherin, but it made him happy that the son of Lily was in his house. But then again, it wasn't the best. He was in this house based on abuse….and….Voldemort.
"I was looking for...the man." Snape opened his eyes.
"Man?" Harry nodded. Oh! He's looking for my good old friend Salazar!
"The man in the picture." Severus let his arms fall to his side.
"You mean Salazar Slytherin?" Harry nodded his head. Severus turned his back toward the boy, his cloak swiftly moving around his legs, then stopping. "Come with me. He is in my chambers." Harry stood still. Then as Severus tok one step, Harry swept passed him. "Pott-" He didn't even get to finish before the boy turned the corner and went back into the common rooms. "You do realize, Mr. Potter, that it is inappropriate for Professor Snape to provide the services he did?" Harry stared blankly at her. "He let you into his private chambers, he has given you medication without the look of Madam Poppy, because as I know it, you are only a Potion's….what was it?" Severus breathed in and sneered at her.
"Potion's Master." He said through gritted teeth. Harry could feel the anger vibing off and felt the want to hex this woman. How dare she lesser me! He wanted to pull out his wand. He could easily hex her. But he knew better. He knew to control his temper.
"Right, Potion's Master. So you let him in your chambers, a few times, spent the night with him a few times, let him change his House because of your influence-" Severus walked closer to the woman and glared at her. Harry could feel the cold stare going towards her.
"Wait a second! He chose...to be….in Slytherin!" She held her hand up.
"Given him medications without consulting Madam Pomfrey, and had given him dark magic. Judging by the tattooed-style looking lines on his chest. You have no advancements in child neglect or abuse to help this child. You are not to treat him as your own. And if we, and I mean me and the ministry, feel that you are acting outside your role, being inappropriate, we will evaluate your teacher's license, and you will be suspended and if worst comes to worst, you will be stripped from your magical abilities." Damned if I do, damned if I don't. I will take my chances. Snape vowed in his mind. If there was something he loved doing more than making spells, is doing things that will aggravate and upset others. Just in Spite.
Was Potter still taken back by the meeting? Snape thought. He didn't want the boy to seem like he would get in trouble due to this… what did the lady call it? "Inappropriate relationship"? Snape followed the boy into the Common Rooms to find everyone waiting to go to The Great Hall. He breathed in to calm himself and opened the door to find everyone awake and ready to start the day.
6:30 AM: November
Hermione woke up later than she wanted to. "But why's she got to go to the library?" Ron asked Harry.
"Because that's what Hermione does. When in doubt, go to the library." Harry responded. Hermione heard them and with their footsteps approaching, she ran to the library. She liked sneaking around them, find out what they are up to.
Hermione Jean Granger was an English Muggle-Born Witch born to Mister and Missus Granger. At the age of eleven, she learned about her magical nature and had been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Hermione began attending Hogwarts in 1991 and was Sorted into the Gryffindor House. She possessed a brilliant academic mind and proved to be a gifted student in almost every subject that she studied. Hermione had large, brown eyes that were softened, especially when she was younger. Now her eyes are more solid. More stern. More...mighty. Her hair was just the same, brown, but bushy and dense. Her hair always seemed uncontrollable, but now she can pull it back as, but even still, sometimes it is too bushy and too uncontrollable. She had a bossy sort of voice, lots of bushy brown hair, and rather large front teeth. Hermione Granger is described as being very intelligent, in fact she's been said to be the cleverest witch of her age. She's also generally a very nice person, but she's also willing to stand up for herself. And she's very opinionated and allows that opinion to be known, the prime example being the house elves and all the work she does to try to get rights for them despite any obstacles she might face including from the elves themselves. She's a good friend and always loyal, no matter what happens she stays with her friends even when things get difficult.
As Hermione sat in her bed to see the other girls in her dorm were gone she sighed and went into the shower quickly. She still...had scars. Her figure was skinnier and looked more frail than she used to. Her complexion was more pale and her cheeks were more sucked into her face. She couldn't stand the look of her body, but she did what she needed to. She washed her hair and body and quickly got dried and dressed. Today she was meeting Professor- we mean- Headmaster McGonagall. There was a note from Ronald Weasley who was waiting for further repercussions at his burrow. Hermione felt no need or want to see him again, but once again, she did miss him. But she also missed Harry James Potter. They are her only friends and they are both changing. From Ron being controlled by who-knows-who and Harry just...Harry has become darker.
Hermione got dressed as quickly as she could. The only difference she had upon her since the incident is the mental scars and her walking. She started to form a limp in her leg. Madam Poppy said it was due to her subconscious trying to fix her mental health by having her focus on something more physical. Hermione doesn't see it as that. Her leg, knee, and hip hurt. If she sits for too long or if she stands for too long she feels a stabbing and throbbing pain. But she continued on throughout her day.
As she left her dorm, with her proud Gryffindor robes and her hair tied back into a messy bun, because she gave up trying to put it into a neat bun, she saw Ginny waiting in an empty Common Room. "Oh, Ginny!" Hermione said. Ginny looked up at her.
"There you are! I was gettin' worried about ya'." Ginny said. Her body moved closer to Hermione to help Hermione down the few stairs. Hermione held her hand up.
"It's okay. I can do it." Ginny stood back, but still close enough in case Hermione fell.
"I knew you weren't going to eat, and I know you must not really feel like it, but I thought we could go to Madam Poppy's together to get your nutrient potions." Hermione smiled. Although she could remember what happened, she still made sure to be on top of her studies and be the best in the class. She looked at the red-haired girl and nodded her head.
"I would like that, very much, Ginny. Thank you." And they both went out the door and headed to the Hospital Wing. Hermione with a slight limp, and Ginny who walked with her.
Ronald Weasley was in the burrows with his Mum and his Dad. The Burrows looked as though it had once been a large stone pigpen, but extra rooms had been added here and there until it was several stories high and so crooked it looked as though it were held up by magic. Four or five chimneys were perched on top of the red roof. A lopsided sign stuck in the ground near the entrance read, the burrow. Around the front door lay a jumble of rubber boots and a very rusty cauldron. Several fat brown chickens were pecking their way around the yard. The Burrow was held up with magic and was very cluttered inside, but very welcoming at the same time. It was also stated that it was quite near to the Lovegood House. As the family grew over the birth of their children, the couple started building upward with add-on bits of architectural salvage they picked up wherever they could find. The Burrow was located on the outskirts of Ottery St. Catchpole, a small village located in Devon, England. It was so well hidden that even Molly Weasley doubted that the postman even knew it existed. Nestled amongst rolling hills and fertile meadows, other wizarding families in the area included the Diggorys, Lovegoods, and the Fawcetts.
The Burrows looked as though it had once been a large stone pigpen, but extra rooms had been added here and there until it was several stories high and so crooked it looked as though it were held up by magic. Four or five chimneys were perched on top of the red roof. A lopsided sign stuck in the ground near the entrance read, the burrow. Around the front door lay a jumble of rubber boots and a very rusty cauldron. Several fat brown chickens were pecking their way around the yard. The Burrow was held up with magic and was very cluttered inside, but very welcoming at the same time. It was also stated that it was quite near to the Lovegood House. As the family grew over the birth of their children, the couple started building upward with add-on bits of architectural salvage they picked up wherever they could find. The Burrow was located on the outskirts of Ottery St. Catchpole, a small village located in Devon, England. It was so well hidden that even Molly Weasley doubted that the postman even knew it existed. Nestled amongst rolling hills and fertile meadows, other wizarding families in the area included the Diggorys, Lovegoods, and the Fawcetts.
The Burrow had a small yard at the front of the house, with a garage that stored Arthur Weasley's flying Ford Anglia and Muggle artefacts, and a chicken coop that housed the family's chickens. A sign in the ground read "The Burrow" by the main entrance. The back garden contained a stone outhouse that the Weasleys had converted into a broom shed, and the Weasley children keep their broomsticks in the building during their time at home. When she was six, Ginny Weasley began a regular habit of breaking into the broom shed and taking each broom out in turn since her elder brothers wouldn't allow her to play Quidditch with them. In the summer of 1996, Albus Dumbledore and Harry Potter had a conversation in the broom shed prior to announcing their arrival at the Burrow. Behind the main house was a large, overgrown garden with a pond full of frogs. The garden was home to a large number of gnomes; the Weasleys had to regularly degnome the garden by throwing them over the hedge. However, the gnomes always sneaked back in since Arthur Weasley was soft on them and thought they were funny. The entrance to the kitchen backed onto the garden, and was surrounded by rusted cauldrons and old wellington boots. The garden was often used by the Weasleys to hold large family gatherings.
The Weasleys also owned an orchard behind their garden, which was surrounded by high trees. The orchard was contained within a paddock. The Weasley children used the orchard to practise Quidditch during their school holidays. A cornfield was located just outside the Burrow to the right of the property. Small ponds and swamps were found within this cornfield. To the left of the main property were hills and fields that surrounded the Weasleys' garden and orchard. The Burrow could be exited by moving down a long lane that moved out towards the village of Ottery St Catchpole. The interior of the Burrow was cosy and lived in, with a jumbled and cluttered array of furniture and trappings. The clock on the wall opposite him had only one hand and no numbers at all. Written around the edge were things like Time to make tea, Time to feed the chickens, and You're late. Books were stacked three deep on the mantelpiece, books with titles like Charm Your Own Cheese, Enchantment in Baking, and One Minute Feasts- It's Magic! And there was an old radio right next to it to announce the times.
Molly Weasley was an English Pure-Blooded Witch and matriarch of the Weasley Family after marrying Arthur Weasley. She was born into the Prewett Family and was sister to Fabian and Gideon Prewett, who were members of the original Order of The Phoenix. Molly attended Hogwarts and was Sorted into the Gryffindor House. Sometime after she graduated, both her brothers were murdered by Death Eaters in the First Wizarding War. Molly and Arthur ended up having seven children, consisting of six sons named Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, Ron and their only daughter wh they named Ginny Weasley. Molly Weasley, or we should say, Mrs. Weasley was headstrong and near her wits-end. She raised all her children the same and thought she was doing her best. However she was not pleased with her youngest son, Ronald (Ron) Weasley. How could he do that to poor Hermione? She asked him many times a day, everyday. Because if he wanted to go back to Hogwarts he had to think really hard. But then again, he was under control for what seems to be a while. And even through the Hospital wing, it was a dark and powerful spell that he had finally gotten out of the control.
"Ronald, dear, we need to talk." Molly Weasley said to her son. Ron sighed loudly.
"Seriously, Mum, I told you everything." He walked into the doorway where he saw his mother sitting at the living room table. But she wasn't alone. As he got into the doorway, he saw McGonagall sitting with a cup of tea. Ron patted his wrinkled pajama shirt, in attempt to unwrinkle it. He walked farther and passed a mirror and saw how his hair was messy, so he brushed his hair with his fingers quickly. "Erm...Prof-Headmaster McGonagall! Fancy seeing you hear." The two adults looked at him.
"Sit down, Ronald." His mother said. Ron quickly took place next to his mother. "Now, dear, we really need you to think about everything that happened." Ron let his eyes sulk down.
"Mum, you ask this everyday. I haven't had any flashbacks, I don't have any nightmares or dreams, I didn't even remember doing any of this stuff! Honest, Mum!" Ron pleaded. Minerva looked at him after putting her teacup down.
"I suggest we use Legilimens." Ron looked at her with a confused look. "It's a spell that will allow me to go into your mind and look for who did this and how strong they are. We need to understand. And since you have been cleared and deemed to forgetfulness on this whole situation. But we need to know what happened and if it will happen again and to who, and we need to know the safety of our school. You must understand, Mr. Weasley?" Ron gulped loudly and shook his head.
"Ye-yes, I understand. Will it hurt?"
"It is an invasion of your mind with force. I think you will be fine." Ron closed his eyes. "Oh, not now, Mr. Weasley. Professor Snape has to do it because he is skilled. We need your verbal consent along with your signature." Ron opened his eyes widely and his mouth fell open.
"Professor Snape?" He said with a bit of a whine. His mother shushed him.
"Dear, for you to be able to go back, we need to know." Ron nodded his heard and gave consent. Verbally and with signature. She took the note and stood up.
"I will be back later." And just like that, she went into the fireplace and used the floo powder to return to Hogwarts. Ron looked at his mother.
"Go wash up, dear. Take a shower and make sure your room is very cleaned up. I will be in there after a few to make sure it is presentable."
"But, Mum. It's Professor Snape! He wouldn't care, he hates us anyway!" He moaned.
"Shush, now, Ron. Professor Snape is a very good and loyal man. Now go." She said harshly.
"Mum! He is a DEATH EATER!" He spoke and tried to shut his mouth. I said too much. I said to much…
"Go. Now. I am not discussing this anymore. Professor Snape is expected during his lunch, around noon, so go now." She barked. Ron scattered and went to do what his mother said.
7:10 AM: November
Everyone hustled into the Great Hall. Harry, Draco, Blaise, Hermione, and Ginny, and Severus Snape. All totally different people but this day, they were all crossing paths with each other. They all saw each other as normal and thought nothing of it. Harry looked at Ginny who was helping Hermione. Hermione looked at Harry. Blaise looked at Professor Severus Snape who seemed more agitated as the morning continues. And Draco was looking at Hermione. And Severus was looking at Draco who seemed more quiet today.
8:00 AM: November
It was Potion's class and Harry, Hermione, and Draco all worked together. Draco didn't really like working with Hermione, only because he knew she was a muggle-born witch. Something very loathsome for someone who could intellectually compare to his. Well...intellectually? Hermione was the brightest witch of her time.
Hermione's hair was pulled back and Slughorn walked around the classroom. He was a big man and he had a wide smile. He greeted the students that morning: "Good morning ladies and gentlemen! How are we on this drizzly morning?" The windows were uncovered and showed a cloudy sky that had few raindrops falling. Harry took out his copied book of Advanced Potion-Making book. Today, all the students had to perfectly create the Elixir to Induce Euphoria. Harry opened to the page and found more of the "Half-Blood Prince" writings. Heavily Corrected, the notes on the side margin read. Heavily Corrected? Harry questioned. He used his finger to feel the thinning pages of the book and found further instructions. "Add a sprig of peppermint to counter excessive singing and nose-tweaking side-effects." Harry side very quietly. And he proceeded with Hermione once again glaring at how "talented" Harry Potter was being. Both Hermione and Draco were struggling with the potion. In fact, everyone was struggling with the potion except Harry. Harry looked at her and shrugged. Her hair was frizzy and Draco looked like he was sweating. Harry was sweating but not as much.
And after the class was wrapping up, Professor Slughorn wanted to check everyone's potion. He walked around and saw some decent looking potions, some made poorly potions and some good-looking potions. Hermione Granger's potion was close to Harry's, the only difference is the thickness. Slughorn stopped at Harry's desk. He used the ladle and felt the thickness and it seemed that slughorn could barely contain his excitement. He took a vile and dipped it in Harry's cauldron and brought it to the front of the class. "Well, good job, my dear boy! I haven't seen this talent since your mother and even then! This is so perfectly made Elixir to Induce Euphoria I have seen!" The kids clapped their hands but none of them really meant it. Hermione hated the book. She hated the fact that it didn't abide to the original directions, there were directions written on how to make it better. Harry smiled at the bubbly-looking professor.
"Thank you, professor." Harry said quietly.
"See me after class, Mr. Potter." Harry nodded and then Slughorn dismissed the class. Harry stayed behind with all his things packed up. "Well, it is nice to see you acting like your old self, my boy!"
"Sir?"
"You know, I've heard little about what has been happening and yet you still fight to impress. I doubt it, but I must ask, is Professor Snape helping you?"
"No, sir."
"Excuse for my interference in your life, but I know you have transferred into Slytherin and I know, as once Head of House to Slytherin, I helped students in advanced of Potions."
"No, sir. I just, I guess it is just a talent." Slughorn was around his desk, walking to put the vile in a cabinet.
"Very well. I also wanted to know if you could come to my dinner party this Saturday, my chambers." Harry felt annoyed. He hated going to the dinner parties. Slughorn handpicks favourites at Hogwarts, sometimes for their ambition or their brains, sometimes for their charm or their talent, and he had an uncanny knack for choosing those who would go on to become outstanding in their various fields. Horace formed a kind of club of his favourites with himself at the centre, making introductions, forging useful contacts between members, and always reaping some kind of benefit in return. Along the course of the school year, Professor Slughorn would hold various club get-togethers (most often dinners with fine food and around 10 student-attendees). Slughorn would lead the conversation in order to get to know the members better and encourage them to associate with one another. For the grander parties he would invite famous former members, such as professional Quidditch player Gwenog Jones. Professor Slughorn's aim was to cultivate talent and give his favourites a nudge toward fame and fortune, hoping to reap the benefits of his connection to them once they became the "high fliers" he expected them to be.
"I believe I have a detention with Professor Snape this Saturday night, I am sorry Professor." Harry made the excuse. He didn't enjoy going.
"Nonsense, my dear boy! I'll talk to Professor Snape. He might not be too happy, but I can get through to him!" Slughorn was moving cheerfully. Harry sighed.
"I suppose, Professor Snape wouldn't mind. I shall see you later today, Professor." Harry said, turning his back and started to leave. Slughorn waved goodbye to Harry. Harry closed the door and sighed. Hermione was waiting outside for Harry. Harry looked and his eyes went wide. "Hello, Hermione." She smiled.
"Hello, Harry. What did he want?" Harry started to walk and Hermione limped to walk with him.
"Just another of those parties, he wants me to go." Hermione giggled. "What?"
"He asked me too. I guess when he found me standing up against Malfoy, he finds me...what did you say?"
"Uh...collectable."
"Yes, I think he finds me collectable. He invited me for the one this Saturday, is that the one he invited you to?" Harry nodded. "Usually you can bring a Plus-One, Ginny is going to go because he invited her, but in case she isn't invited you should bring her." Hermione smiled. Harry rolled his eyes.
"Oh, shuttup, Hermione." He playfully said. "How is your leg?"
"Oh, it hurts a bit." Harry bit the inside of his lip. "Not much. I am curious, though.." Hermione started. Harry looked at her and raised his eyebrow.
"Yes?"
"What did happen to your appearance?" Harry stopped. Hogwarts was busy with students all around and bustling.
"Um...let's go to the library for lunch. I'll explain. We should get going before we are too late." And they both went on their way to their next class.
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