Chapter 26
Slytherin Savior
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Harry reviewed his Potions notes, at a table in the corner of the Common Room, early in the morning two days before Halloween. He rubbed his eyes wearily, tired from the past few weeks of little sleep, and what sleep he had was a poor excuse for rest. He had not only been getting dreams about his family blaming him for their deaths, but after his conversation with Phineas, his childhood memories became nightmares as well.
"No rest for the Wicked," he muttered under his breath while looking at the pH of Bugbear teeth. No rest evidently for the portraits that followed the wicked either, Harry had discovered two other portraits tailing him since Phineas, and was certain that one of the professors put them up to it, either Snape or Dumbledore since Phineas and the third portrait caught were both Slytherins. It had also been a more difficult task to keep Snape focused on his Hogwarts' memories before the beginning of that year. As far as Harry was concerned, the Ripper/Tree incident was more ammunition than Snape needed from his home-life.
The Dursleys' were always reminding him about what a worthless freak he was, how many inanimate objects could accomplish more than he could, when he was at Four Privet Drive and now they were invading his dreams while at Hogwarts, as if Snape telling him about how inadequate his work was wasn't enough for the Dursleys' and they had found some way to invade his time away from Snape, how ever small amount that may be since the Occlumency lessons had resumed.
Harry shook those thoughts from his head and tried to study for the Potions exam that would occur after breakfast that morning. It was what Snape called a reasonable review on antidotes but Harry considered it an entirely different level of antidotes where a mistake could cause anything from additional poisoning to the person who took the antidote to a small explosion, which could cause the destruction of anything within a five- foot radius.
Determined not to fail this exam, Harry studied the different interactions between the ingredients on the list Snape gave the class saying that the poison they would be making would contain some of those ingredients, and the ingredients for the antidote would also be in that list. He looked at the effects of Moonflowers and Cobra venom and shivered slightly knowing the effects as if someone had coerced the House-elves to put Moonflower and Cobra venom extract into his pumpkin juice every night at supper.
The effects of those particular two ingredients caused vivid nightmares to occur, acting much the same way a severe reaction to Dementors did, causing the person who ingested the elements to relive his worse memories. However the nightmares were less brutal than the severe reactions to Dementors since happiness was still possible in the beginning of the nightmares and the victim could be awoken without any of the lingering effects, such as feeling ill and empty, of Dementors, which meant that chocolate was not necessary in order to rid the dreadful feelings caused by the vile creatures.
He was thinking of his last dream, which had roused him from his slumber when suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder, causing him to flinch and jump to his feet, his wand in his hand so fast he didn't remember taking it out of his pocket.
"Its okay, its just me," Hermione said looking at him with concern. "I just wanted to get your attention. I've been calling your name for the past minute and you were just staring at your notes. I thought you had fallen asleep with your eyes open."
"Oh, sorry," Harry said putting his wand back in his pocket and sitting back down. "You just startled me. What are you doing up at this time anyway?"
"I could ask you the same thing," Hermione said way too cheerfully for that particular hour in the morning. "I wanted to go over my Potions notes for the exam this morning."
"Why bother? You've had all of this stuff memorized by the end of forth year," Harry commented sourly, unhappy that Hermione had seen him over react to her touch.
"If you're this put out over something so trivial you should go back to sleep for an hour until everyone else wakes up," Hermione said sitting down at Harry's table and opening her Potions notes. "It might do you some good to get some sleep."
"I would if I could," Harry muttered under his breath and stared at his own notes.
"What did you say?" Hermione asked looking at him carefully.
"Nothing," Harry replied sharply, refusing to look up from his notes.
"Alright," Hermione said unconvinced but knowing not to push the subject any more.
They studied their notes in silence until Ron came down the stairs an hour an a half later looking at Harry in disbelief, "You're studying… in the morning."
"Snape has an exam planned for class," Harry replied, still not looking up from his notes.
"But why aren't you studying at breakfast like last year?" Ron asked.
"Because there is too much damn information to cram into my brain right before class," Harry replied irritably.
"Sheesh, lighten up mate, I'm just bugging you," Ron said defensively.
"Sorry," Harry said quietly getting his materials together and stuffing them into his bag. "I didn't get much sleep last night."
Hermione silently collected her things also, watching the interaction between her two best friends. She noticed that Harry refused to look directly at Ron, and realized that he didn't look at her directly that morning either except when he was about to curse her for putting her hand on his shoulder. She filed away the information for another day, unable to find any connections at that moment but realizing that it had to be important in some way.
Breakfast was a rather uneventful event, Ron chattering about how the Cannons were having a comeback, only loosing by ten points in their last match, with Hermione reading and Harry making noncommittal sounds whenever Ron was expecting a reply. Harry and Hermione left a still talking Ron to go to Potions where they sat in front of the classroom, knowing that Snape would move them there if they did not sit there in the first place. He was more volatile than usual since they had returned to class and was insistent on taking it out on them by nitpicking their work constantly.
Snape swept into the room, wrote a poison's effect's on the board and said, "Make the poison from the ingredients on the list I gave you with only the desired effects and the appropriate antidote. Hopefully some of you," he stared at Harry, "will not hopelessly botch this exam as you will be testing the potions on yourselves. The antidotes should be a violent shade of pink. Work alone."
A thought sparked in Harry's mind, Snape thought he was absolutely hopeless at potions and if he caused the antidote to be off, he might be able… just maybe…
He went to work, making the poison perfectly, making sure that he would be able to make it react foully with the 'antidote' he would be making for himself. He worked silently throughout the period while willing Snape to keep scrutinizing his poison and ignore his antidote whenever he passed the table.
Finally there was only a few minutes left to class and Snape announced, "Everyone stop now. Measure 20 milliliters of your poison out and drink it. DO NOT drink the antidote until I have examined all of you."
Everyone followed his directions and waited nervously as they became dizzy from the poison's effects. Snape sighed realizing no one had botched the poison and then announced, "30 milliliters of the antidote should reverse the effects."
Snape looked at Potter's antidote as he was measuring it and looked at it surprised. It was a blood red color. "Accio Potter's Potion!" Snape said taking the potion out of Potter's hands just as he was about to consume it.
"What the bloody hell do you think you are doing Potter? Miss Granger, give Potter some of you antidote," he snapped at the Gryffindors. Hermione handed the antidote to her friend who drank it reluctantly.
Snape leaned in close to Potter scrutinizing, "You knew the potion was obviously the wrong color and yet you were going to drink it anyway. What were you trying to do? Kill yourself?"
The look that flashed in Harry's eyes shook Snape greatly, that look that appeared only so briefly that only one who had seen it before would know it, it had said, 'Yes, I wanted to die.'
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Slytherin Savior
AN: HI!
I'm updating!
I don't own Harry Potter and ect...
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Harry reviewed his Potions notes, at a table in the corner of the Common Room, early in the morning two days before Halloween. He rubbed his eyes wearily, tired from the past few weeks of little sleep, and what sleep he had was a poor excuse for rest. He had not only been getting dreams about his family blaming him for their deaths, but after his conversation with Phineas, his childhood memories became nightmares as well.
"No rest for the Wicked," he muttered under his breath while looking at the pH of Bugbear teeth. No rest evidently for the portraits that followed the wicked either, Harry had discovered two other portraits tailing him since Phineas, and was certain that one of the professors put them up to it, either Snape or Dumbledore since Phineas and the third portrait caught were both Slytherins. It had also been a more difficult task to keep Snape focused on his Hogwarts' memories before the beginning of that year. As far as Harry was concerned, the Ripper/Tree incident was more ammunition than Snape needed from his home-life.
The Dursleys' were always reminding him about what a worthless freak he was, how many inanimate objects could accomplish more than he could, when he was at Four Privet Drive and now they were invading his dreams while at Hogwarts, as if Snape telling him about how inadequate his work was wasn't enough for the Dursleys' and they had found some way to invade his time away from Snape, how ever small amount that may be since the Occlumency lessons had resumed.
Harry shook those thoughts from his head and tried to study for the Potions exam that would occur after breakfast that morning. It was what Snape called a reasonable review on antidotes but Harry considered it an entirely different level of antidotes where a mistake could cause anything from additional poisoning to the person who took the antidote to a small explosion, which could cause the destruction of anything within a five- foot radius.
Determined not to fail this exam, Harry studied the different interactions between the ingredients on the list Snape gave the class saying that the poison they would be making would contain some of those ingredients, and the ingredients for the antidote would also be in that list. He looked at the effects of Moonflowers and Cobra venom and shivered slightly knowing the effects as if someone had coerced the House-elves to put Moonflower and Cobra venom extract into his pumpkin juice every night at supper.
The effects of those particular two ingredients caused vivid nightmares to occur, acting much the same way a severe reaction to Dementors did, causing the person who ingested the elements to relive his worse memories. However the nightmares were less brutal than the severe reactions to Dementors since happiness was still possible in the beginning of the nightmares and the victim could be awoken without any of the lingering effects, such as feeling ill and empty, of Dementors, which meant that chocolate was not necessary in order to rid the dreadful feelings caused by the vile creatures.
He was thinking of his last dream, which had roused him from his slumber when suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder, causing him to flinch and jump to his feet, his wand in his hand so fast he didn't remember taking it out of his pocket.
"Its okay, its just me," Hermione said looking at him with concern. "I just wanted to get your attention. I've been calling your name for the past minute and you were just staring at your notes. I thought you had fallen asleep with your eyes open."
"Oh, sorry," Harry said putting his wand back in his pocket and sitting back down. "You just startled me. What are you doing up at this time anyway?"
"I could ask you the same thing," Hermione said way too cheerfully for that particular hour in the morning. "I wanted to go over my Potions notes for the exam this morning."
"Why bother? You've had all of this stuff memorized by the end of forth year," Harry commented sourly, unhappy that Hermione had seen him over react to her touch.
"If you're this put out over something so trivial you should go back to sleep for an hour until everyone else wakes up," Hermione said sitting down at Harry's table and opening her Potions notes. "It might do you some good to get some sleep."
"I would if I could," Harry muttered under his breath and stared at his own notes.
"What did you say?" Hermione asked looking at him carefully.
"Nothing," Harry replied sharply, refusing to look up from his notes.
"Alright," Hermione said unconvinced but knowing not to push the subject any more.
They studied their notes in silence until Ron came down the stairs an hour an a half later looking at Harry in disbelief, "You're studying… in the morning."
"Snape has an exam planned for class," Harry replied, still not looking up from his notes.
"But why aren't you studying at breakfast like last year?" Ron asked.
"Because there is too much damn information to cram into my brain right before class," Harry replied irritably.
"Sheesh, lighten up mate, I'm just bugging you," Ron said defensively.
"Sorry," Harry said quietly getting his materials together and stuffing them into his bag. "I didn't get much sleep last night."
Hermione silently collected her things also, watching the interaction between her two best friends. She noticed that Harry refused to look directly at Ron, and realized that he didn't look at her directly that morning either except when he was about to curse her for putting her hand on his shoulder. She filed away the information for another day, unable to find any connections at that moment but realizing that it had to be important in some way.
Breakfast was a rather uneventful event, Ron chattering about how the Cannons were having a comeback, only loosing by ten points in their last match, with Hermione reading and Harry making noncommittal sounds whenever Ron was expecting a reply. Harry and Hermione left a still talking Ron to go to Potions where they sat in front of the classroom, knowing that Snape would move them there if they did not sit there in the first place. He was more volatile than usual since they had returned to class and was insistent on taking it out on them by nitpicking their work constantly.
Snape swept into the room, wrote a poison's effect's on the board and said, "Make the poison from the ingredients on the list I gave you with only the desired effects and the appropriate antidote. Hopefully some of you," he stared at Harry, "will not hopelessly botch this exam as you will be testing the potions on yourselves. The antidotes should be a violent shade of pink. Work alone."
A thought sparked in Harry's mind, Snape thought he was absolutely hopeless at potions and if he caused the antidote to be off, he might be able… just maybe…
He went to work, making the poison perfectly, making sure that he would be able to make it react foully with the 'antidote' he would be making for himself. He worked silently throughout the period while willing Snape to keep scrutinizing his poison and ignore his antidote whenever he passed the table.
Finally there was only a few minutes left to class and Snape announced, "Everyone stop now. Measure 20 milliliters of your poison out and drink it. DO NOT drink the antidote until I have examined all of you."
Everyone followed his directions and waited nervously as they became dizzy from the poison's effects. Snape sighed realizing no one had botched the poison and then announced, "30 milliliters of the antidote should reverse the effects."
Snape looked at Potter's antidote as he was measuring it and looked at it surprised. It was a blood red color. "Accio Potter's Potion!" Snape said taking the potion out of Potter's hands just as he was about to consume it.
"What the bloody hell do you think you are doing Potter? Miss Granger, give Potter some of you antidote," he snapped at the Gryffindors. Hermione handed the antidote to her friend who drank it reluctantly.
Snape leaned in close to Potter scrutinizing, "You knew the potion was obviously the wrong color and yet you were going to drink it anyway. What were you trying to do? Kill yourself?"
The look that flashed in Harry's eyes shook Snape greatly, that look that appeared only so briefly that only one who had seen it before would know it, it had said, 'Yes, I wanted to die.'
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