Again… I have a feeling that this chapter might be a bit off. But it has a little longer than I usually do so maybe that's a consolation? Actually, I will be gone next week due to a much needed vacation. The only problem would be that I can't bring my computer or any form of writing materials… I am supposed to be resting (whatever that means…) so it will be late. I'll probably get it in by Friday (don't hold me to anything) but I'll try to make it a little longer as payment?

Wytil: Sadly, yes, the last chapter was kind of an interlude. I had found out that I hadn't named my poor snake. I was meaning to put this chapter into the last one, but I wouldn't have been able to post until like yesterday or something and I want to keep my schedule of every Wednesday…

Snape's Class is Always a Drag…

"What was that about, Harry?"

Again Harry was startled out of his deep thought to find he was still in the shadowed hallways of the Potion's corridors. He looked up to the brunette and smiled reassuringly.

"Well I was just thinking about fate and its role in my life. And this little guy," he raised an arm, showing Lachesis who started hissing madly, "sorry, sorry, this little gal wanted a name, so I thought it was fitting. Her name is now Lachesis. And hey," he laughed, "maybe Fate will be kinder now since I have an idol for her."

His friends laughed as well, but they continued to watch him as his actions were a bit abnormal. But he had been having a strange time even in the last five minutes. He couldn't get off the feeling that he was being watched, just out of the shadows. Every instinct was telling him that he should be aware of this person, but there was that soft feeling developed with his magical maturity, or at least how much had passed, that this person wasn't giving any harm. It was as if the person was watching to protect him. The only people he believed was watching him without benefit would have been the Weasleys, but this didn't seem the same. This feeling was even more personal than the Weasleys, if that was even possible. And though the fact that he didn't know who it was frightened him to a degree, the possibility of someone caring that much for him warmed his very soul.

They continued on towards the Potions classroom without delay and sat in their usual seats. Again, the trio was disappointed to find that Draco Malfoy had made it into the class as well, though he lacked his cronies. He had sauntered into the classroom as f he owned the place and rested against the teacher's desk. Everyone knew it was a death wish to touch Professor Snape's things, even to Slytherins. He casually took up the role book and checked off names of those absent not even ruffled by whatever punishment that could come from it.

"You know the professor won't be too pleased with you doing that," a Ravenclaw boy Harry didn't know the name to dared to say, "you aren't allowed."

"And you aren't allowed to tell me what I can and cannot do, McGuire," the Slytherin countered, "see to it you remember that."

Just as the last words were said, the professor barged into the room with his graceful stride reminding most about a bat from Hell. He motioned for all to sit, which was immediately obeyed, and sent the attendance scroll away with a flick of his wand.

"If I may say so, Professor," McGuire stood, "but Mr. Malfoy was abusing whatever power you had given him by his malicious remarks to me.""

"It is up to me whether or not Mr. Malfoy was out of line, Mr. McGuire, not you. You may think your intellect allows you to take my job of punishment, but it doesn't. Now you should have been starting the assignment on the board instead of this foolishness." No one saw the look the professor gave the young Slytherin as their attention was on their books to complete the assignment most bet wasn't there in the first place. "Twenty points from Ravenclaw for you little scene. Don't let your intellect get to your head. And ten points to Slytherin for Malfoy's leadership which would have aloud us to start class sooner if it weren't for certain parties."

Immediately, a wave of sound rose about how unfair the distribution was.

"Mr. Potter," Snape called over the complaints, "do you think that I am misguided in my judgments?"

Silence fell over the classroom as they watched Harry think over his answer.

"I have to say I do, Professor, since you punish Ravenclaw and praise Slytherin for both doing your job."

Again the room was silent, waiting for the next barb to sail through the air. Snape's eyes narrowed to slits as he tried to figure the pros and cons of dueling it out with the Gryffindor. He had to admit that the situation was unjust but to back out now would simply admit his failure and spread to unnatural proportions throughout the school. But this was also his son, something he wasn't quite sure he liked, and to be unjust to him would be even worst. What if he wanted to form a relationship with him? Wouldn't he have to be kind to him to earn his trust? Maybe it will be best just to ignore the fact now.

"Detention, Potter," he called out, eliciting objections from most of the class, "and any opposition will be met with the same. Come to me after class, Potter, to find a day and time to complete it. Now get back to the assignment.

Right as the class left the dungeons, all non-Slytherins cried out in uproar. Harry had been given four hours to detention later that day for creating an uprising and questioning a teacher's judgment. Everyone had heard it as they cleaned their potion materials slowly. McGuire had apologized profusely for him getting Harry into trouble but it was just laughed off. The Ravenclaw hadn't seen Snape battle it out with Harry before so he wouldn't have known the animosity that always followed them. Shape would have found something to punish him with anything.

The feeling of being watched continued to follow him through the halls, but this time, it felt as if the person was trying to ask a question, weather to himself or Harry. A question that was just in his grasp, but certain variables weren't just lining up. Harry tried to shake off the feeling. There wouldn't be anything he could do until the person wanted to show himself and there were bigger things to think about. The detention that night would be the first time he would be alone with Professor Snape since the argument about the Pensieve. He would surely be blamed for his curiosity again. It won't be a good experience. Or maybe he could hope that he was to do detention helping someone else! But then again, he was instructed to meet the professor at his classroom, not anywhere else. And if it was with a different person, it would have to an even more dreadful task to be completed…

Herbology passed quite quickly considering the detention looming over his mind. Maybe as the Slytherins weren't there to cause trouble, nothing special occurred to slow anything down. But he was caught in his own mind to create over exaggerated scenarios to the detention could be about. Interestingly enough, his imagination always came back to a scene similar to the detention back in first year. With the black spirit sweeping down to eat his soul like a Dementor. Knowing that it was Voldemort wasn't helping anything…

Given his luck, that was probably what would happen…

Disappointedly, this quick paced way stayed for the rest of the day. To anyone else, it was a blessing, but to Harry Potter trying to avoid his detention, this proved to be a curse. McGuire continued to beg for forgiveness even though it was given long ago. It was his destiny, sadly, to get into more detentions than anyone else. So he walked dejectedly back into the dungeons to his fate.

The door was open, but there wasn't any Potions Master looming over him. ON the middle of his desk stood proudly the Pensieve he had seen the previous year. The soft beams of light drew him to the desk against his will. He knew that if Professor Snape caught him even this near to the Pensieve he would be in the deepest trouble ever. But what he didn't know wouldn't kill him, would it…?

But he never got so close to enter the magical basin. The light exploded and Professor Snape came out on his knees with his head in his hands, screaming out indistinguishable words.