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Chapter 2 Remedial Potions
1: A line of memories protecting others.
It was almost nightfall and after a very painful detention with "Professor" Umbitch, I had another remedial potions lesson with Snape. I trudge my way down the dungeon stairs, and into the Potions classroom. Inside the classroom it's cold, the air quickly numbing my bloody hand. The words 'I must not tell lies' engraved deeply into my left hand. I summon a bottle of Murtlap Essence from my bag. I quickly rub it onto my hand. I ask for a blood replenisher but am denied. Snape begins by casting 'Legilimens' on me. I don't bother struggling against him coming in. I triple check my memory barrier1 is secure. I've found that Snape doesn't poke around as much with this type of blockade. Right as he enters, I am pulling a memory out of the loop. Now, this time, he doesn't delve into a memory right away, instead biding his time. He searches for a way to break my barrier, but there isn't one. He tries to push past the blockade and catches a glimpse further into my mind. So, I shuck him out. I change my barrier to by slick with rain and made of steel. 6 meters thick. He casts 'Legilimens' on me again, but now I fight him. He catches a peek of Umbitch's detentions with me, along with a slew of other things about her. Class, me getting Murtlap from the Forbidden Forest, other detentions. I don't know how he finds these, maybe some part of me wanted someone, somewhere to know about her. He hastily vanishes from my mind, but I am still imprisoned within my subconsciousness. When I finally escape the memories, my left hand is shaking. Badly. So terribly that my right is clenching it and turning white. Snape hasn't touched me in the five minutes it's taken to come out of my haze.
"What was that?" Snape spits out. I'm quite sure he knows what a blood-quill is. He calms himself and asks, " Show me your hand." It's not a question.
"Why should I," I reply, "thankful though you haven't touched me."
"I may be a Death Eater, but I am not inhumane," he adds darkly, "unless they deserve it."
I think on this for a moment and what it could mean. Then, I pass him my right hand, the one without the blood-quill scars.
"The other hand," he says curtly.
"Why?" I ask, hesitating before singing, "If you like it, then you shoulda put a ring on it."
I pass him my left hand. He deserves some slack for the "Amazing Show of Restraint" he's unknowingly put on. He hasn't cursed me yet!
Snape chuckles before examining my hand. Under his breath, I hear him say, "You insolent brat."
For a moment, I think we could at least be friends.
Then he comments louder, "Be glad you gathered the Murtlap yourself, if you had taken it from my cabinets, you would have been dead yesterday.
At this, I laugh humorlessly.