Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter I don't want to either, screaming fans, and frothing fanatics sending me all kinds of letters and packages. I get offended at Library over due notices.
Title: Window Shopping
Chapter 5: Potions
Notes: I have to say this is a guilty pleasure sort of story.. Even our beloved J.K Rowling likes to write Snape... The Original title for this was ' Sickness' and I thought ' what would a Hogwarts resident take if they were sick?' yeah that's right a potion! This is set when he was a 1st year. Hopefully he didn't get taunted then, just ignored.
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Everything has a scent. Sometimes it's a jumble of smells not just one, but it's almost always unique to whatever carries and creates it.
Potions were the same way, unless you were in a place filed with them, they canceled each other out. The smells canceled each other out usually.
The left over ingredients still kept it, their trademark, their Identity. Completed potions did too.
Like a little glass bottle filled with a murky potion he sat on the low shelf of life. Empty bottles with cracks, chinks and lost lids stood sentry around him in green and slivery colors. Bought for their pretty shapes and color, only to break down when a foreign substance threatened to fill them.
They were happy to stay empty. He wanted substance. He wanted changes, he wanted to learn every day, new things seeping into him.
To be cold and solid a vessel for change was to be more. To be broken, grasping at elegance, and only holding vanity was to be empty and useless.
Severus sat in the front row early, as always, for potions. It wasn't as though he enjoyed it, but it all came together for him.
His fingers knew when to mince and when to chop. His wrist knew the difference between stirring and mixing.
He couldn't cancel out the laughing from his roommates when they talked. He couldn't cancel out the images of his classmates excitedly relating the latest Quidditch game to one another over the eggs at breakfast. He couldn't stop them from walking around him and over him and never giving him a second glance.
But he could make anything he wanted in his cauldron. He looked at the board behind the desk at the center of the room.
"The things I can do...bottle fame, brew glory...I could even put a stopper on death itself," he murmured to himself with very little enthusiasm.
Not many wizards, let alone other boys had the gift he had for it.
Other boys had friends. Other boys had brooms. Other boys had many things he did not but he would always have potions.
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A/n: 'bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death' is a semi quote from the philosophers Stone.
I don't think I used it too well. . Snape kinda got the short end of the stick when it comes to nearly everything. Some of it kinda has to do with the fact that he really didn't make lemonade out of his problems, he ate the lemons whole. Freaky little wanker. Not as bad as Percy though, ick. Next chapter somebody we LIKE. Any suggestions?