7:00 AM: September
It was a new day for the young boy. Even though Harry woke up, he couldn't bring himself to getting up. Last night's adventure hurt him. He could barely remeber it in fact. He remembers himself screaming at Severus and crying uncontrollably.
Severus was gone. Where is he? Harry slowly got out of the bed and poked his head out of the doorway. He looked both ways. Where has he gone? Harry tip-toed out of the bedroom and saw no sign of the older wizard. Harry walked out of the bedroom, into the living room. Harry saw no sign of Severus Snape. Harry shrugged and went back into the bedroom and put on his robes. What happened? Why wasn't Severus in his chamber? Where is he? As Harry James Potter walked down the corridors with his robes bellowing behind him, McGonagall turned the corner and bumped into him. "Oh! Potter!" Harry stepped back. His shoulders were back and he stood with a straight posture. "Professor Snape said you should be in his dorms. Not to have left." He saw how she glared at him and squinted. He gulped and turned on his heels.
"Where is Professor Snape?" She rolled her eyes. It wasn't an obvious eye-roll, but it was slight. It seemed like the Headmaster was in a rush. She is probably late to her class.
"He is in his classroom setting up." Harry breathed in deeply.
"Okay. Thank you, Professor. I will be heading back-." Before McGonagall could say anything, Harry left her. As he turned the corner, he took out his wand and whispered, "glamour". He looked good as new. He knew Severus wouldn't like it, but he didn't care. Harry rushed to around the corridors to find himself back in the private chambers. He looked around and saw it. Like really saw it. It was spotless cleaned. It was cozy and warm. He looked around the room and before he could touch a small, crystal globe that had a miniature wand in it he heard the door slam shut.
"Didn't I tell you not to touch anything?" He heard a cold, sharp voice say. Harry flinched and put his arm down.
"Sorry, sir." Harry said.
"Come along, breakfast is ready." Harry sighed and sagged his shoulders. "No, sagging, Potter. If you are under my care you will present yourself well." He snarled. Harry straightened his shoulders and back. His robes bellowing behind him just as such as Snape's robe. They walked through the corridors and the dungeon grounds to where the Slytherins were all walking. They were all headed to the Great Hall. They were quiet, some student sbarely waking up, others with their wands out whispering funny spells on each other. Harry snickered. Severus didn't even look down at the boy. They all made their way and sat at their tables. Harry sat at Gryffindor and the Slytherins sat at their tables. Harry sat and waited for Ron, Hermione and Ginny.
"Ron, what if something happened? Something worse than we ever imagined?" He heard Hermione speaking from the distance. He had a gut feeling they were talking about him.
"Oi, 'Ermione. He's fine. I saw him last night."
"Last night!" He saw them both look at him and with a bit of a red face of anger Hermione Granger walked up to The-Boy-Who-Lived and sat next to him. "You walked out of the Hospital Wing? How could you?" Harry shrugged. He sat and all the Houses appeared. Harry didn't eat anymore than a piece of toast with butter. He wasn't hungry.
8:00 AM: September
He had the old, worn book ready to go. He walked in a storm. Almost the same manner as Severus did on his first day that Harry was in his class. Everyone stopped. They looked. Whispers echoed the room and Draco smiled at Harry and called him over. Harry raised his eyebrows as he sat with Hermione and Draco. Harry squinted his eyes. Why were they sitting together? Since when did they become friends? Hermione had a sour face on her look and leaned towards Harry, "he was with me and Ron when Professor Snape took you to the hospital wing. Draco has been oddly nice. But Ron won't sit with us. Professor Slughorn decided to seat us instead." Harry rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Hello...Mafloy." Harry spat. Draco shrugged his shoulders.
"Ah! Mr. Potter! Come in, lad! Come in, indeed!" The man walked up to Harry and Harry stood in a blank expression. Harry saw that the old man had his hand out, pointing to the class. "You have come, just in time. I am just making an introduction. Don't be afraid, laddy." Harry walked farther in the classroom. He noticed Hermione and Draco. He saw Ron eating an apple in the corner with his arms crossed. Ron was glaring. Something was still off about Ron. Something...dark.
"Now, as I was saying," this new and older professor started. "I've prepared a few concoctions this morning. Any ideas what these might be? Yes, Miss...?" Harry looked around the room as he went along with the other students. He stood with them as they were all gathered around by three different brewings.
"Granger, sir. That one there is Veritaserum. And that would be Polyjuice Potion. And that... is Amortentia! The most powerful love potion in the world." Harry grinned as hearing the same old Hermione Granger he had always knew. She always knew everything. "It's rumored to smell differently to each person, according to what attracts them. For example, I smell freshly mown grass and new parchment and spearmint toothpaste-" Hermione blushed, as she walked closer to the concoction. She then stopped herself. The professor regarded her. Harry, settled into his seat with the soiled textbook, looked up just as the professor's eyes shift to him for confirmation. As Harry nodded, Hermione glanced curiously at him. Harry shrugged at her.
"Now Amortentia doesn't create actual love, of course. That's impossible. But it does cause a powerful infatuation or obsession. For that reason, it is probably the most dangerous potion in this room." The old, balding man turning the lid back onto the potion as he finds a sea of dreamy faces leaning into the vapors. Instantly, he clangs a cover onto the cauldron, bringing them round. As Ron blinks, he finds Lavender still staring dreamily- at him. Harry saw the odd looking. Ron was staring back. Oh Ron. Can't you get enough? Harry saw that Hermione's eyes were narrowed staring at Ron. Was this hate? Or?
"Sir, you haven't told us what's in that one." Harry broke the awkward moment. The Professor seemed excited that the celebrity of the class said this.
"Ah yes..." The new professor took a small step back, and revealed a small, silver, calm, and serene liquid. "What you see before you, ladies and gentlemen, is a curious little potion known as Felix Felicis. But it is more commonly referred to as-"
"Liquid luck." Hermione cut in. Her eyes were fixated on it. A buzz ran through the class. Even Malfoy perked up and seemed interested.
"Yes, Miss Granger. Desperately tricky to make. Disastrous should you get it wrong. But brewed correctly, as this has been, it has remarkable powers. One sip and you will find that all your endeavors succeed... at least until the effects wear off."
"But then why don't people drink it all the time?" The class looked at Ron. Ron threw his almost-finished-apple in the trashcan. Ron walked past everyone to be in front of all the students. Harry internally rolled his eyes. Of course, Ron.
"Because taken in excess it causes giddiness, recklessness and dangerous overconfidence."
"Have you ever taken it, sir?" Draco asked with a side sneer.
"Twice. Once when I was twenty-four. Once when I was fifty-seven. Two tablespoons taken at breakfast. Two perfect days..." The man eyed the vial dreamily, adrift. Finally he blinked. "So. This is what I offer each of you today. One tiny vial of liquid luck... to the student who, in the hour that remains, manages to brew an acceptable Draught of Living Death, the recipe for which can be found on page ten of your textbook." Excitement seized the class. The professor- who is known as Slughorn smiled knowingly. "You should know that in all the years of my previous tenure at Hogwarts, not once did a student brew a potion of sufficient quality to claim this prize. In any event- good luck." Slughorn set the vial upon his desk, where it shimmers in a shaft of sunlight. It was mesmerizing. Everyone rushed to get supplies.
Harry opened his book. He frowned. The margins of the page before him are black with the tight scribbling of a previous owner. The same creepy graffiti filled the next page as well, on and on throughout the book. Shaking his head, Harry ran his finger under the first printed instruction: "Cut up one Sopophorous bean." Harry took the silver dagger upon his desk, poises it over the bean when... Ron's bean shot across the room and bounces off Katie Bell's head. Harry surveys the rest of the room: everyone is struggling to cut the resistant legume. He glances back to his book, considers the instruction again. An arrow had been drawn from the word "Cut" to the margin, where a modification has been written in the tight scrawl: "Crush with blade- releases juice better." Harry considered the dagger in his hand, then places the flat of the blade against the bean and presses. Instantly, the protective parchment covering the desk runs red with juice.
"How did you do that?" Hermione asked. Her hair was frazzled.
"Crush it. Don't cut it." Harry said.
"No. The instructions specifically say to cut." Hermione scuffed. Of course she wants to be the one who is always right.
"No. Really-"
"Sh!" Harry shrugged, lifts the parchment and tips the juice into his cauldron. It hisses, then turns to lilac. Harry grinned. He ignored the ruckus behind him as everyone else struggled with the potion. Hermione glared at Harry. Harry's lip curled. He was impressed with himself. He knew he was even better than the best witch of their age Students struggled. A cauldron overflowed. Lavender eyed Ron. And Ron to Lavender. Hermione was getting more and more frustrated. Her hair grows bushier in the steam rising from her cauldron... Harry traced under the official instruction... then drifts to the spidery scrawl in the margin... Malfoy cuts himself, and then cursed. Harry, who remained cool as a cucumber, adds one last ingredient, steps back, done... Hermione, hair like Medea now, glowers at him... Slughorn smiled at the chaos. But then... he stopped, staring in disbelief at the pearly sheen of one bubbling potion.
"Merlin's Beard! But it's perfect. So perfect I daresay one sip would kill us all! Your mother was a dab hand at potions, but this... My, my, what can't you do, m'boy? Perhaps you will save us all in the end..." All eyes turn to Harry. His smile turned to a grin. He closed his book shut, quickly. "Here you are then, as promised. One bottle of Felix Felicis. Use it well." Slowly, Harry reached out... takes the glittering vial. He admired it. I'm impressed. I guess this book knows all.
9:00 AM: September
Everyone left the Potion's room except Harry. Sulghorn asked for Harry to stay back. "How yer doin' my boy?"
"Fine, sir."
"I reckon the staff are safer than most people while Dumbledore is headmaster; although Dumbeldore was supposed to be the only one Voldemort ever feared, isn't he?" Harry stared at Slughorn. But Harry couldn't bite his tongue. He felt rage at this man. His eyes slowly darkened as he replied with a cold tone.
"Professor Dumbledore let me get abused and then abused me himself. And Sirius was an amazing man who died after years of misguide. He was an innocent man. It was Peter Pettigrew who sold my parents to Voldemort." Slughorn gazed into space for a moment or two: He seemed to be thinking over Harry's words.
"I meant no harm, Harry. Honestly." Slughorn looked guilty. More of ashamed of what he said. His smile faded. Slughorn let his face light back up. "Please, Harry, let me get to know you. I know people who can make you a higher authority. It would be an honor, my dear boy." All Harry could do was nod, smile, and then he turned on his heels and let his robes bellow.
Harry went about his day. He was bored in all his classes. Most of the teachers kept a watch over him. I guess they don't trust...me. "Hmm...nice look, Mr. Potter. But may I dare ask, what can I trust?" A daring professor asked the boy. The class snickered. As Harry turned around to sit in his desk, he bent his head to the side. His eyes were on the professor of History of Magic, and Harry said coldly: "Trust my rage." But he said it so quietly it didn't even seem that the professor had even heard him. Harry sat with Hermione, Draco, and Ginny. Ginny was in History of Magic with them. This was a mixed class. Not everyone was required to take it. But Ginny did. Harry smirked at Ginny. Harry saw her blushing. But then, after lunch, Harry was in Defense Against The Dark Arts. Where is Lupin? Where was this professor? He just saw the professor and now the professor was gone. There was no teacher in the class for a while.
Memories:
Out of silence, there was a sudden snap. Snape marched in, and pulled a screen over the blackboard, then dramatically turned. He faced the class. Severus Snape eyed the class before speaking and eyed Potter. His eyes seemed stuck on the boy. What does he want? Then Severus snapped his head away. "Turn to page 394." As the students eye Snape with guarded curiosity, Ron finished scrawling something on a bit of parchment and balled it up in his hands. As he opened them, a moth of paper flutters from his palms.
"Excuse me, sir, but... where's Professor Lupin?" Harry turned in his chair to face the Potions Master.
"That's not really your concern, is it, Potter? Suffice it to say, your Professor finds himself incapable of teaching at the present time. Page 394." Snape waved the moth away, blows out a candle and a slide show began. An ancient woodcut of a horrific beast flickers at the front of the room. Ron frowns down at his book.
"Werewolves?" Maybe he's afraid of them. Harry jeered.
"But, sir, we've only just begun learning about Red Caps and Hinkypunks. We're not meant to start nocturnal beasts for weeks-" Hermione said. She looked disappointed. Hermione prefers to finish chapter by chapter.
"Quiet!" Severus yelled. Draco turned to Harry and whispered: "When did she come in? Did you see her come in..."
"Now. Which of you can tell me the difference between an Animagus and a werewolf?" As the class stared mutely at a slide of an attacking werewolf, Hermione waited desperately for someone to respond to Snape's question, the moth fluttered by Harry. Harry swatted the moth down. He pinned it to his desk. A tiny cloud of moth dust mushrooms into the air and Harry lifts his palm. Ron's parchment had reappeared.
"No one? How... disappointing." Severus said. His voice was extra cold. He seemed bored of his teaching.
"Please, sir, an Animagus is a wizard who elects to turn into an animal. A werewolf has no choice in the matter. Furthermore, the werewolf actively hunts humans and responds only to the call of its own kind-" Hermione begged to answer Snape. Ron let out a low howl in Hermione's boring and long answer.
"Quiet, Weasley! Though one must admit to feeling your pain. That is the second time you have spoken out of turn, Miss Granger. Tell me. Are you incapable of restraining yourself? Or do you take pride in being an insufferable know-it-all?" Severus smirked at Hermione. She turned red. Draco turned to Harry and whispered.
"He's got a point, you know." Harry stared at the parchment. Ron had drawn a crude caricature of Harry in his Quidditch robes being struck by lightning over and over.
"Five points from Gryffindor! As a antidote to your ignorance, I prescribe two rolls of parchment on the werewolf by Monday morning, with particular emphasis placed on recognizing it." Severus then looked at Harry who was reading a piece of parchment t that wasn't his. How funny, Ron. I'll get you back. Harry sneered. "Passing notes, Potter?" Snape snatched the drawing from under Harry's nose. Eyed it. "Not exactly Picasso, are you? I hope you demonstrate more talent on the Quidditch pitch this weekend then you do as an artist. If not, I fear you'll perish, given the weather forecast. Until that time, however, you'll forgive me if I don't let you off homework. Should you die, I assure you... you need not hand it in." As Snape turned away, Ron sniggered with Crabbe, Goyle and another group of Gryffindors. Harry glanced down at the drawing once more and outside, there was a rumble of strong thunder and lightning.
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