Chapter 5- The Wounds That Don't Seem To Heal
Warnings: Yaoi/Slash, some OotP spoilers, slight hints of twinscest, AU, abuse, swearing (A lot of it here.) in-depth description of after abuse
Disclaimer: (huggles imaginary dolls) I only own the books and my imaginary dolls! So for the love of god don't even think of suing me! J.K. Rowling owns the Harry Potter ideas etc.
A/N: In this chapter Snape might be a tad OOC.
Pairings: HP/SS, RW/HG, hints of GW/FW, & BZ/DM
Archive: Anywhere as long as you get my PERMISSION to do so.
Baka Otaku: You know what I've noticed?
Severus: Let me guess... You always have this need to change your pen name.
Baka Otaku: Yeah!
Severus: I bet you your yami tells you to do that...
Psychotic Otaku: Yes, that would be me. Why did you wake me up Severus?
Sev: I did not...Don't you get summoned by your hikari?
PsyO: TT... DON'T MAKE ME SEND YOU TO THE SHADOW REALM!!!
Sev: He-e-ey...w....
Harry: Wait a second PsyO!
Sev: You stole my line Harry!!! ;;
PsyO: What is it Harry? [Grinds teeth impatiently] I want to send Snape to the Shadow Realm!
Harry: So what Sev?!? [Sticks out tongue] Anyways, the shadow realm isn't in our universe!
PsyO: I'm the author's yami, so I can write it into your universe!!! (Well...only in my fics ;;)
Baka Otaku: I don't think so...
[Readers sweat drop TT Get to the bloody STORY already!!!]
Baka Otaku: Aiight, Aiight! Don't you all run around after me trying to whack me on the head with brooms and frying pans!!
A man in his late twenties was walking around flinging hexes and curses at everything in his sight. His eye colour changed according to his mood. Pale blue to dark greyish blue back to pale blue. "Damnit... I thought I specifically ordered you not to let the site become unguarded! It is burned to the ground, and now we cannot complete the ritual! You bloody worthless servant! CRUCIO!"
The writhing servant cried out in pain, "I am very sorry my liege! I will make sure it will never happen again! ARGH!"
"Silence, you fool! I think I have given you enough chances to prove yourself worthy of a Death Eater title, but no-o-o, you have wasted them foolishly, because you weren't careful enough! Do you want to end up like Wormtail? Dead and disrespected amongst our ranks? His grave is spat upon because he betrayed us at the last moment of the War. Do you know what they say about him? They say that he saw the error of his ways and performed the Avada Kedavra curse on Voldemort. And after that the Death Eaters cornered him and murdered him. But now I ask, is the one of the greatest Dark Lords dead? I don't know! His grave is burned! GET OUT! OUT! NOW!" yelled the newest Dark Lord.
The terrified servant scampered out of the room, whimpering in pain. Another servant walked into the room, bowed and said, "My liege, I have news from our spy. I have heard that the traitor Severus Snape is at his family's grave right now...And he has word from that fool Dumbledore that Severus is teaching Harry occlumency again. My lord, we will have our power soon and it will be a glorious return!" he said.
"Very well, this may be the best news I've heard yet...Summon my son to me. And make sure he isn't trying to pack up and leave to live with his mother. And as for Harry, the bloody brat must be stopped at all costs of becoming a legilimens and skilled at occlumency. I want to kill him myself for tarnishing my reputation!" the blue-eyed man snarled.
After a few minutes a young trembling blonde was pushed roughly through the doors of the blue-eyed Dark Lord's chamber. The blonde bowed and quickly said, "Father... I heard that you um, requested for my presence?"
"My dear son, have a little more confidence in your father, he's doing just fine being the new Dark Lord, are you not proud? And have more confidence in yourself besides you're still very popular with the Slytherins and are the son of a Dark Lord! I want you to aid me in killing that obnoxious brat Harry. I want you to help the Dark side regain its influence on the world, to kill those annoying Mudbloods and Muggles and so much more! Draco, your reputation with others is not tarnished like mine is, influence others to do your bidding while you can before someone else does...We will become rich, powerful and influential once again because that whore you call a mother took all of the Malfoy fortune!" Lucius answered.
Draco tightened his lips into a frown when he heard his father insult his mother. He took a breath and said, "But father, I don't want..."
"How many times do I have to tell you?!? Narcissa is brain washing you! She divorced me because I know she joined the Dark side only to keep her sister out of trouble and you know what? She managed to do so! Then Bellatrix married a wizard from the light side and then they were accused of [does that quotation thingy] committing a crime. The thing is, they never did, and they were locked up for life when they were under the imperius curse. They were under the curse because they were planning on joining that damned Order of the Phoenix before they even got married but luckily, Voldemort caught them! Then your aunt and uncle became insane and all they had left to remember was that they were under Voldemort's power. When Voldemort died, they became sane again, and now you're telling me that you want to be like your mother and your aunt?!?" Lucius snarled.
Draco couldn't answer but he still had his lips tightened into a frown because his father had insulted his mother again and had insulted his aunt. Lucius stepped closer to his son and grabbed the collar of Draco's shirt and tightened it. Draco was gasping for air and Lucius snarled once again. "You disobedient little bastard... You and your mother's family don't know what true power is...My own son! My own son, a disgrace to the Malfoy name!"
Lucius threw his son at the wall and the force of the impact created a fairly deep and large dent in the wall. Lucius took out his wand and walked right up to Draco and waved his wand right in Draco's face. "So?"
"I still don't want..."
"Wrong answer. CRUCIO!"
"AHH! NO! PLEASE STOP FATHER!!!"
"You worthless piece of shit. I don't think you've learned your lesson... Stand up, I said stand up you thick-headed boy!"
Draco stood wobbly and his father grabbed his arm and pointed his wand at his arm. He muttered a spell that made Draco whimper in pain. In the place where the pain was, there was a mark. It was a three-headed snake with blood dripping off its fangs. "Let's see if it works...Go to your room boy!"
Draco hurried to his room and waited for his father to conduct his experiment. He felt intense pain; he looked at the mark and saw that the blood on the fangs was actually dripping off. He touched the blood and felt the red substance, he wiped the blood on his robe on a spot where there was already blood and found that it was his own blood. He ran to his father's chambers and screamed, "What the hell have you done to me?!?"
Lucius just stood there with a mad glint in his eyes. He chuckled darkly and walked to Draco. His son flinched in fear. "Why Draco, that's the new Dark Mark...The first one I ever gave out...Now you're one of us..."
Draco's eyes grew wide in horror and he screamed, "You selfish bastard!!!"
The mad glint in Lucius' eyes grew stronger and he walked close enough to his son and said, "What? You're not happy with the gift I gave you?"
Lucius beat his son even more. He beat Draco to the point where the teenager was half-dead. He apparated the unconscious teenager to Hogsmeade then walked to Hogwarts with Draco in his arms limp bloodied and bruised. He entered the Great Hall and dropped the teen roughly onto the floor. Draco whimpered in pain but that wasn't good enough for his father, so Lucius ended up kicking the poor bloke in the ribs. Draco let out a sharp cry of pain "AUGH!"
Harry was strolling in the corridors near the Great Hall in the castle because it was part of his duties of being a Head Boy. He patrolled the corridors with the prefects because it was his turn to do so. Draco's cry reached his ears and he rushed to the Great Hall. There he saw Draco in his bad state and saw Dumbledore there also. Dumbledore ordered Harry to get Minerva, Severus and Poppy. He rushed to get Minerva; she stopped what she was doing immediately and ran to the Great Hall, Poppy grabbed some potions. When Harry ran to Severus' office, Severus thought something was odd. Head Boys/Girls on patrol don't usually rush to Head of the Houses except their own...They only go to other Heads except if a student from their own house violated a rule or they happen to be hurt. "Sir...Draco...hurt..."
Severus' eyes widened and ran to the Great Hall. "Come Harry, this is very urgent, I have to attend to Draco's condition along with Mme Pomfrey. And as for you, you must help me, we need all the help we can get. I don't trust the other students. They're all daft, they can't handle the sight of blood, but sooner or later they will have to. But you, Harry... you're something special, you're different because you've seen and know things they don't know of..."
"Um..." was all Harry could say. He was a bit shocked that the DADA professor called him Harry and was actually nice to him for a change. Harry didn't want to push his luck so he kept his mouth shut. He could sense the distress that Severus had. He followed the Potions Master quietly thinking who could have done such a thing to Draco and that he actually going to have some real medical experience in nursing. They arrived at the Great Hall and saw Draco whimpering in pain. Severus rushed by the blonde's side, checked his wounds, casted a levitating charm on Draco, so he couldn't make Draco's condition worse. The blonde's hair was matted with blood, and every time he coughed, some blood spilled out.
"Is he alright Mme Pomfrey?" Harry asked. He felt angry at who did this to Draco. He felt sympathy for Draco because someone hurt him. Not everyday, but each summer before the Weasleys came to get him. But just thinking about his own abuse made him angrier and sadder. He wanted to keep his own abuse to himself, hoping that he wouldn't worry the professors more with his problems. He watched Severus carry Draco to the infirmary and followed the others there.
Poppy replied with concern in her voice, "It's bad alright Harry, but I don't know exactly when he will be healed...We need to get a medi-witch or wizard here fast..."
Turning to Minerva, she asked the deputy head mistress if she could floo to St.Mungo's to explain their situation and to get a medi-witch or wizard to Hogwarts. The head mistress grabbed her cloak from her office and departed to the magical hospital.
About five minutes later, a medi-witch and her apprentice took Draco to St. Mungo's. Early, the next morning, the head boys, girls and prefects had a meeting concerning the young Malfoy. Severus, Minerva and the head master were present at the meeting. 'I guess more professors probably mean the meeting will be more serious...' Harry thought. They discussed about how the Slytherins would act towards the Gryffindors and about the fact that Pansy Parkinson was distraught over the fact that 'her' Draco was 'attacked' by mean, vicious Gryffindors. Everyone frowned at Pansy's accusation, the Gryffindor and Slytherin rivalry wasn't strong as it used to be before the war. The rivalry was only tradition, so to over egg the pudding, it was kind of playful. They continued on to the point of the problems that might arise and how they would solve them. As the meeting ended, Severus pulled Harry aside from his friends and said with a somewhat worried tone, "Potter, I noticed that you were a bit uneasy during this meeting... What's wrong?"
"Draco's hurt...I wonder who did this to him?" Harry replied softly. He was thinking about his last summer with the Dursley's and what was to become of him after Hogwarts.
"Potter, it was Lucius..." Harry's eyes flashed with mixed emotions. Severus saw this reaction to Lucius' name and continued to speak as calmly as possible as he could, "The papers for Draco's custody are still being processed... Everyone knows about his parents' divorce, it was in the news, shortly after the demise of the Dark Lord, Potter. I think Draco is being abused."
The colour drained from Harry's face, his knees felt weak, and a small voice in his head repeated the last word the Potions Master said, 'Abused...abused...abused' It started to annoy Harry quite a bit so he decided to sit down to regain his thoughts. The reaction was quite puzzling to Severus, sure Draco and Harry got along, but why was Harry taking it hard? A small voice in Severus' head said, 'The boy! His relatives don't accept the magic, maybe they abuse him, but you have to let him tell him on your own, you don't want to destroy the civility you two have now...' Snape cursed his mentality towards Harry and asked the young adult, "What's wrong Potter?" "Um...Nothing." Harry lied.
"Don't lie to me, I'm also skilled at legilimency too! It's not like I only know occlumency, why do you think I know why the students lie to me? Harry, just tell me what's wrong and I promise I won't tell anyone. Just tell me. Please." Severus coaxed the teenager.
Harry looked into the deep onyx eyes, blinked and sighed, "My uncle and cousin, they hurt me every summer... Every time anything that is related to magic is mentioned under the house, they hurt me..."
The annoying little voice came back and yelped, 'AHA! So he is abused! What about his aunt? Ask the boy Severus! Go on!' Snape worked his jaw and cursed his mentality again and asked Harry about his aunt. "She doesn't do anything really, she just takes Dudley's side, makes me cook breakfast, yells at me and that's pretty much about it."
Severus was just a little shocked at how Harry described how his relatives treated him, the teen told Severus as if it were nothing to him. Snape sighed and said, "Potter, Occlumency lesson, 30 minutes after dinner."
Harry watched the DADA professor leave the table they were sitting at to join the other professors for breakfast. Harry rose from his seat and subconsciously rubbed the last place where Vernon had hit him. He walked to the Gryffindor table. Harry noticed that his manner of walking was different now than before the war. Before, it used to be somewhat clumsy, and his cloak would billow in an unorderly fashion unlike Snape's. When Harry walked it was sort of a glide, stealthy and quiet like a cat prowling in the night time. It was fast paced, because in previous years he had to walk fast to avoid many dangers in those years, like... Mrs. Norris, Snape, Death Eaters, and other things amongst that.
At the Gryffindor table, Ron and Hermione looked up from where they sat and asked him why the potions master pulled him aside. Harry replied to their question after he sat down and got food onto his plate, "He just wanted to tell me that I have an Occlu...erm, a remedial potions lesson tonight."
Harry knew why he had to cover up the fact that he was still taking Occlumency, the ministry was keeping a close eye on the school now, but the only way they could was through Dumbledore. He also knew that the walls had ears, and if anybody wasn't careful enough with what they said or did, the whole school would be screwed over in all nine hells. Everybody had a suspicion that the idiotic minister had put some of the ministry up to spying on the school.
Ron and Hermione nodded their heads signalling to Harry that they had heard him. They ate breakfast like any other mornings with Ron and Hermione chatting each other up but there were two things that weren't normal but it took the trained eye to spot it out. Meanwhile, at the professors' table Severus was poking at his food, like he always does. ("Leave it up to those house elves to cook what Albus orders for me, not what I order for myself") What Harry told him was bothering him, he stole a few glances at Harry. He saw that the brilliant emerald eyes didn't have their usual fire. Then the little voice started to annoy him again and Severus soon entered a shouting match with himself. Sad, but true. [A/N: Doesn't that happen to you sometimes? To me? Yeah, that happens.]
Harry felt eyes watching him, so he tried to tune out the paranoia that he was feeling. That didn't work, so he turned around and scanned the room for people watching him. He shook his head in frustration, mentally repeating the mantra, 'I'm not paranoid, I'm not paranoid, I'm not paranoid' Snape saw this and decided to stop throwing worried glances in Harry's direction. Harry no longer felt the paranoia that he was feeling and continued to eat.
After Harry ate, he left the Great Hall to gather his books and things for the day. First, he had Transfiguration, they were busy studying on decorative charms, like transforming an uncomfortable chair into something nicer. He made his way to Professor McGonagall's classroom. Once he was there, he set his book bag on the floor and sat down at his desk. He reached into his bag and got his 'Advanced Transfiguration: Advancing to a New Level' text book out.
He flipped through the pages looking for the spell he wanted to practice. When Harry found the spell, he thought, 'Thank Merlin these spells we're learning are only temporary...' He got out of his chair and chanted, "Transformus furniturus!"
"Mr. Potter, I didn't know that you come to classes early to perfect your spells..."
Harry froze in his place, he didn't hear anything for a minute or two. He wanted to turn around and see who had said that to him. He could practically feel the smile on the owner of the voice's face. Then he heard it again. "Boo."
"YAA!" Harry screamed and jumped in his spot. He felt strong hands hold him in his place and tried to run but he heard the voice again, "Relax, you're overreacting, it's only me, the greasy git."
Harry turned around with a look of annoyance on his face. He advanced on Professor Snape with his wand pointed at Snape's chest and said with mock- deadliness, "Never ever do that to me again..."
Harry's lips were moving and as Severus saw this, he knew Harry would jinx him or curse him, but he wouldn't be cursed that badly but he was prepared for what would come his way. "Orchideous!"
Or not... Severus was quite dumbfounded at how Harry had tricked him into thinking that he would be cursed instead of the raven haired teen conjuring a bouquet of flowers. "Wha-a-a?!?"
Harry smirked and cackled evilly, "Mwahaha! Mission accomplished!"
Severus made his way to Professor McGonagall's desk and put a Pepper-Up potion on her desk. Harry turned to him and asked, "Shouldn't you be down in the dungeons brooding and making potions?"
Professor Snape smirked, turned to the raven haired teen and said, "Yes, you twit, I have be down in the dungeons but not brooding and making potions. I have to be down there making lesson plans for those incompetent first years who I have next period. Every time they learn a new spell, they just have to test it out. And Professor McGonagall is very tired because the first year Slytherins keep on jinxing each other with the Jelly-Legs. "
Harry turned to him with his lips formed in a small 'o' and said, "Why does it sound like you're happy at the fact that the Slytherins can use one particular jinx?"
"At least they can do something right, Potter. Last week, although Professor McGonagall teaches Transfiguration, she thought it would liven up her class if she taught them how to use the Rictusempra jinx. When they came to my class they kept on casting it on each other! I couldn't teach a single bloody thing! Now we've sunk to the level of the students... At least the classes aren't that boring anymore... To tell you the truth those Weasley twins actually made the classes interesting... And now they're a legend of Hogwarts, just like the Marauders [rolls his eyes] Don't tell anyone that I don't want to be pestered about it... Oh, and by the way Potter, nice chair..."
Harry looked at his chair and saw that he was sitting in a neon pink chair, 'Ugh! I hate pink and neon colours!' he thought and set to change his chair into a much better colour. The chair then had silver and gold intertwined with each other for the legs, and the arms were the same too and the cushions were red outlined with green. "This'll do for Transfiguration." He plopped himself into his chair and started reading through his text book to wait for the others.
(A/N: I wonder what colours these could represent? I know... PsyO: QUIET! This was put in for making the story longer so these details weren't really necessary... [glares at her hikari])
A couple of minutes later Professor McGonagall walked into the class with the rest of the seventh year Gryffindors. She saw Harry in his seat reading and awarded 5 points for being early for class instead of being there running into class as the class was starting. She took out her things wrote some instructions on the board because it was an independent study day. She cleared her throat and every body looked in her direction and she started to speak, "I have a few announcements to make. Since it's nearing Quidditch season, we need to find people for our team. Almost all of the people in our team have graduated from Hogwarts and we need new team members, and I have the pleasure of announcing our new captain, Harry Potter. [whoops of joy and she holds up her hand to silence them, & they shut up.] Tryouts are this weekend, to sign up please talk to Harry. I have received word from the DA members that they are changing their name and are looking for more members again, talk to Harry since he came up with the group. And at the end of November, there will be a Hogsmeade weekend."
Now at this time, Harry's mind was wandering, he was thinking of what would become of him after he graduated and what it would have been like if he was actually put into Slytherin. He looked around his class and saw Dean and Seamus fooling around, Ron muttering about his detention with Professor Trelawney since he broke half of the crystal balls she owned, Neville trying to perfect his spells, Hermione frantically scribbling notes onto pieces of parchment and the rest of the class doing random things. He looked at the board and saw Minerva erasing what she put on the board, after she had done that she drank the Potion on her desk and set to put the work up on the board for the Slytherins. He looked around once again and saw everybody packing their belongings. He got up from his desk and packed his belongings, joined his friends and left the classroom. He turned to them and asked, "What you guys say if I was resorted into Slytherin?"
His friends stopped in their tracks and looked at him as if he sprouted another head. They both asked why and Harry replied, "Well you see, at the Sorting Ceremony the Sorting Hat wanted to put me into Slytherin and well... I didn't want to be sorted into Slytherin because all of the stuff I kept on hearing from people, people in Slytherin go bad... etc. So now I was just wondering what it would actually be like..."
"It doesn't matter which house you're in as long as you're still you. I was so close to being sorted into Ravenclaw that I actually begged the Sorting Hat not to put me there because I knew I didn't want to get stuck with people who are competitive academically... Have you seen Terry Boot? He's in my arithmancy class and he practically competes with me in that class! Half of the people in my arithmancy class are in Ravenclaw and they all want to compete with each other!" Hermione answered.
"Maybe a few years ago I would've exploded by now, but after the war I figured Slytherin people aren't that bad. Really 'Mione? Ravenclaws are like that? They're competitive? They can't compete against you, you're too much of a brianiac to go up against..." Ron said.
"Ron!!!" Hermione squealed, and hit his arm lightly, as they were going off their separate ways, the couple kissed and giggled like 5 year olds.
Harry rolled his eyes and laughed at his best friends. They soon went their own ways, Hermione to arithmancy and Ron and Harry off to Divinations. Ron was rambling on and on to pass the time with Harry at the base of the Divinations tower. "So Harry? Have you finished your essay on the crystal ball? Bloody hell! Just because I accidentally tripped and bumped into the shelf where she kept her crystal balls doesn't mean she has to give me detention for the week! And every time Parvati and Lavender walk near my table they smack me! It's not fair!"
"Hey, at least she gave you detention for the week, remember Crabbe? He broke her favorite tea sets and he got a month and he still has to serve 2 more weeks! Poor bloke...As for Parvati and Lavender, thank Merlin it's not Padma also, I hear when she smacks someone when she's annoyed, she hits real hard."
Both boys shuddered just thinking about how Padma's strength. Five minutes passed and they saw the rest of their class and Ron was smacked on the head by Parvati and Lavender. Twice by Parvati. "That was from Padma! Humph!" They heard the creaking noise of door being opened for the tower and climbed up the silver ladder into the classroom. They could smell the incense and heavy perfume that clouded the classroom. They all sat on the overly plump pouffes and armchairs and looked at their tables.
They were doing some more reviewing but this time it was going over the patterns in the tea leaves. Harry's stomach lurched, and thought back to his third year. The Grim had predicted a death but not his, it had predicted Sirius' death. Professor Trelawney handed them tea cups charmed so that if they were dropped they wouldn't break for the duration of the class. Instead most of the students were studying for other subjects like their upcoming test in Herbology while some others like Parvati were taking advantage of this time to rest, goof off and do nothing. The curtains for the classroom were open and a cool autumn breeze swished over the students and the classroom. At least the strong smell was being ventilated.
After Divinations the seventh year Gryffindors made their way to the old DADA classroom to have potions. While all the guys were busy drooling over their potions teacher, the girls were getting annoyed and had to snap them back to reality by pulling them by their arms into the classroom.
Tehnee was a respected teacher amongst the students, the girls liked her because they saw that she could relate to them much more easily than any other female member of the staff and sometimes, during her classes she'd give out little tips for all the girls, like beauty and stuff like that [A/N: Gee, I wish I had a teacher like that, one that makes school interesting...] Obviously the guys liked her too, because she was good looking, and during her classes she didn't forget about the guys too, she also gave them interesting facts about quidditch teams and other stuff guys are interested in. Enough of describing her, let's get back to the story...
Ron was daydreaming in class again, and it was annoying Hermione quite a bit, she splashed some water on Ron's face. Ron exited dreamland and helped his girlfriend set up their work area. The potion they were making was a fairly complex one, and it was a salve to heal burns. Harry looked at the board, it read:
'Burn Salve Turn to page eighty-two in your text book and make notes on the information about this salve, then make it and hand the notes in. (The potion, if you aren't finished by the end of this class, you will have by the end of Friday. By no later date will I accept them!) When your batch is done and if you put in your phial, I'd like for you to vial it so after I mark them, I can give the good batches to Mme Pomfrey, because she told me that Professor Snape has not supplied her with a sufficient amount of it. I wonder why?
N.B- Also if you have some extra after putting in your phial, please put the rest in extra phials depending on how much you have.
Tip of the day for the girls: I suggest using glossy lip colours instead of matte, but if you use matte colours, it's ok, use them if you want to tone down your look. Glossy lip colours bring out the fullness of your lips.
Tip of the day for the blokes: If you are arguing with your friends about facts about quidditch, I suggest that you get 'Quidditch: Facts, Moves, Manoeuvres and World Records!' by Gwenog Jones, captain of the Holyhead Harpies. (She went to Hogwarts and when she was writing this book, she did extensive research on Quidditch. This book is not opinionated in any way whatsoever!)'
Harry smiled at the tip of the day for the blokes because Ron, Seamus, Dean, and a few other guys -including himself- argued about Quidditch every now and then. He looked across the room and saw Blaise putting up with Pansy's whining about how Draco was still recuperating in the hospital. 'I hope Draco's ok.' Harry thought. He turned to his text and read the text to himself mentally:
'Burn Salves (For all burns)
This salve was created by a wizard back in the early 1500's by a wizard who ran an apothecary in Essex who burned himself quite often trying to create new potions and in making discoveries. There are many variations to the burn salve, but the one you will learn is for all types of burns. This takes some time to make, at least two to three days. Your potions master in your school should have all the ingredients necessary for the it since some of them are semi-rare, which means a few of them will be limited in quantity at stores that sell these ingredients.
The more rare and powerful salves are sometimes coloured reddish-orange-ish due to the fact that the pigmentation comes from the healing properties of the finely ground phoenix feather, most of the other ingredients are usually colourless unless you can find another ingredient that has healing properties. In most salves, they are usually coloured orange because of the herbs and other ingredients and when they are mixed together they create an orange colour.
All salves come in different strengths, at wizarding facilities like schools and workplaces, they use an all purpose type whereas at home you can find a weak type. Certain wizarding companies sell these items with different colours so customers can tell which strength it is. When this cream is applied, the thickness of the application varies on how severe the burn is. Now after having read this, you now know a little bit on this creation that has an everyday use in our lives.'
Harry looked around the classroom and sighed. He closed his eyes and stretched a bit, after he felt more relaxed, he started making notes on what he had read. After he made the notes he handed them in and started to do the assignment. He looked at his book and read:
'Burn Salve
This is the most basic form one can make, the ones you can buy are more complex but to graduate from school you need to learn the most basic form because for any job because you need to be prepared when you join the workforce. You never know when you might get burned!
Apparatus needed: Cauldron (size 2 is good enough) A phial or two Scales to measure your ingredients Stirring apparatus Pestle and Mortar (certain ingredients need to be ground into powder or crushed) Knife
Ingredients: 2 drops of 'Skin-Gro' (it's quite strong, usually used for numerous openings in the skin, 10 sickles) 4 grams of finely ground unicorn horn (use a 25 year old unicorn's horn, very hard to find since most of the ones I've seen are at least 50 years old or older.) A chopped oleander root, and crushed into a thick pulp Pinch of powdered horn of the bicorn (hard to get off any potions master or apothecary, since as their names imply, they have 2 horns and well...they have a tendency to try and gore the person that tries to break off their horn. They're proud creatures and love to show off their horns) A cauldronful of water (size 1) 10 ground dried nettles A drop of a phoenix's tear (They don't cry that often, they're always happy & singing, trust me, I know on first hand experience)
Procedure: Boil your water While your water is warming up, prepare your ingredients Once your water is bubbling, add your dried nettles one by one for each minute that passes by. (It's ok, of you're about 10 seconds off.) Add the bicorn Stir your potion for 2 straight minutes so that the water turns a light shade of blue (Blue?!? Now that's weird!) Add your oleander root, & when it is added the steam from your cauldron should be reddish-orangish Add your 2 drops of 'Skin-Gro' Mix all the ingredients in well (stir for about a minute or two) Keep on stirring and add the powdered unicorn horn for every two minutes.
N.B- At this point the timing is very important! Now at this point the water should have evaporated by a quarter and the mixture should be slowly turning orange. Keep on stirring, it may be a tiring job, but keep on doing it! When about 10-15 minutes have passed with your almost continual stirring, the mixture should now be a wet residue at the bottom of your cauldron Wait 5 minutes and it should be dry. Now add the phoenix tear. Now you can put the stuff into a phial! '
After Harry read the instructions he set doing his work. He followed the instructions as stated and halfway during the class, he looked around and saw that Neville had no problem doing the assigned work. Maybe the change of position with Snape had been a good thing, although Voldemort was gone, Snape still had this arrogant air about him, and that made Harry think about whether Voldemort was really gone or not. He shook his head and continued working. He finished and handed in 2 vials to Professor Dumbledore (the daughter). For the rest of the class, he studied for his Herbology test they had that week.
When the bell rang the golden trio set out for the Gryffindor tower. Pansy Parkinson tried to trip Hermione along the way but Hermione avoided her. 'Pansy is pretty obsessed about Draco... She's reading all his signs all wrong. I think Blaise knows that Draco has a crush on him and I think those feelings are the same for Blaise, I wonder if they'll ever tell Pansy that Draco has absolutely no interest in her?' Harry thought seeing this act of hostility from Pansy. He shook his head and gathered his stuff for his History class. He and his friends met in the common room and went to the Great Hall for lunch. But they didn't know that one of their year was coming back again...
Baka Otaku: I think that was the longest chapter I ever wrote in my entire life!
PsyO: Yeah, because you're too lazy to type it up.
Baka: Grr...
Sev: Now, Now, ladies..... You need not get all aggressive....
PsyO: Stay out of this you moron!
(Scene censored due to acts extreme violence)
Baka Otaku sits on a bench eating candy looking like she never did anything wrong while PsyO is huddled in a corner insanely muttering 'Noo! Not the broomstick! Anything but that! YAA!'
Severus: [rolls his eyes] Why on earth do I even know these people?
After 5 minutes, the Harry Potter cast is singing to the tune of Jingle Bells :
'Please review! Oh what fun it is to review for this story!'
(modified for disk space on my hard drive)
PsyO: PSHAW! Yeah right! You [points to H.P cast] know that that's not going to work since that's the lamest way to ask for a review!
All look at their feet and go 'Like pshaw! People, she's so totally right!'
(Sorry, I've gone a bit ditzy over the past couple of days... So please forgive me. )
Baka Otaku's and PsyO's final message b4 our next chapter:
PSHAW! Like keep it mellow!
Warnings: Yaoi/Slash, some OotP spoilers, slight hints of twinscest, AU, abuse, swearing (A lot of it here.) in-depth description of after abuse
Disclaimer: (huggles imaginary dolls) I only own the books and my imaginary dolls! So for the love of god don't even think of suing me! J.K. Rowling owns the Harry Potter ideas etc.
A/N: In this chapter Snape might be a tad OOC.
Pairings: HP/SS, RW/HG, hints of GW/FW, & BZ/DM
Archive: Anywhere as long as you get my PERMISSION to do so.
Baka Otaku: You know what I've noticed?
Severus: Let me guess... You always have this need to change your pen name.
Baka Otaku: Yeah!
Severus: I bet you your yami tells you to do that...
Psychotic Otaku: Yes, that would be me. Why did you wake me up Severus?
Sev: I did not...Don't you get summoned by your hikari?
PsyO: TT... DON'T MAKE ME SEND YOU TO THE SHADOW REALM!!!
Sev: He-e-ey...w....
Harry: Wait a second PsyO!
Sev: You stole my line Harry!!! ;;
PsyO: What is it Harry? [Grinds teeth impatiently] I want to send Snape to the Shadow Realm!
Harry: So what Sev?!? [Sticks out tongue] Anyways, the shadow realm isn't in our universe!
PsyO: I'm the author's yami, so I can write it into your universe!!! (Well...only in my fics ;;)
Baka Otaku: I don't think so...
[Readers sweat drop TT Get to the bloody STORY already!!!]
Baka Otaku: Aiight, Aiight! Don't you all run around after me trying to whack me on the head with brooms and frying pans!!
A man in his late twenties was walking around flinging hexes and curses at everything in his sight. His eye colour changed according to his mood. Pale blue to dark greyish blue back to pale blue. "Damnit... I thought I specifically ordered you not to let the site become unguarded! It is burned to the ground, and now we cannot complete the ritual! You bloody worthless servant! CRUCIO!"
The writhing servant cried out in pain, "I am very sorry my liege! I will make sure it will never happen again! ARGH!"
"Silence, you fool! I think I have given you enough chances to prove yourself worthy of a Death Eater title, but no-o-o, you have wasted them foolishly, because you weren't careful enough! Do you want to end up like Wormtail? Dead and disrespected amongst our ranks? His grave is spat upon because he betrayed us at the last moment of the War. Do you know what they say about him? They say that he saw the error of his ways and performed the Avada Kedavra curse on Voldemort. And after that the Death Eaters cornered him and murdered him. But now I ask, is the one of the greatest Dark Lords dead? I don't know! His grave is burned! GET OUT! OUT! NOW!" yelled the newest Dark Lord.
The terrified servant scampered out of the room, whimpering in pain. Another servant walked into the room, bowed and said, "My liege, I have news from our spy. I have heard that the traitor Severus Snape is at his family's grave right now...And he has word from that fool Dumbledore that Severus is teaching Harry occlumency again. My lord, we will have our power soon and it will be a glorious return!" he said.
"Very well, this may be the best news I've heard yet...Summon my son to me. And make sure he isn't trying to pack up and leave to live with his mother. And as for Harry, the bloody brat must be stopped at all costs of becoming a legilimens and skilled at occlumency. I want to kill him myself for tarnishing my reputation!" the blue-eyed man snarled.
After a few minutes a young trembling blonde was pushed roughly through the doors of the blue-eyed Dark Lord's chamber. The blonde bowed and quickly said, "Father... I heard that you um, requested for my presence?"
"My dear son, have a little more confidence in your father, he's doing just fine being the new Dark Lord, are you not proud? And have more confidence in yourself besides you're still very popular with the Slytherins and are the son of a Dark Lord! I want you to aid me in killing that obnoxious brat Harry. I want you to help the Dark side regain its influence on the world, to kill those annoying Mudbloods and Muggles and so much more! Draco, your reputation with others is not tarnished like mine is, influence others to do your bidding while you can before someone else does...We will become rich, powerful and influential once again because that whore you call a mother took all of the Malfoy fortune!" Lucius answered.
Draco tightened his lips into a frown when he heard his father insult his mother. He took a breath and said, "But father, I don't want..."
"How many times do I have to tell you?!? Narcissa is brain washing you! She divorced me because I know she joined the Dark side only to keep her sister out of trouble and you know what? She managed to do so! Then Bellatrix married a wizard from the light side and then they were accused of [does that quotation thingy] committing a crime. The thing is, they never did, and they were locked up for life when they were under the imperius curse. They were under the curse because they were planning on joining that damned Order of the Phoenix before they even got married but luckily, Voldemort caught them! Then your aunt and uncle became insane and all they had left to remember was that they were under Voldemort's power. When Voldemort died, they became sane again, and now you're telling me that you want to be like your mother and your aunt?!?" Lucius snarled.
Draco couldn't answer but he still had his lips tightened into a frown because his father had insulted his mother again and had insulted his aunt. Lucius stepped closer to his son and grabbed the collar of Draco's shirt and tightened it. Draco was gasping for air and Lucius snarled once again. "You disobedient little bastard... You and your mother's family don't know what true power is...My own son! My own son, a disgrace to the Malfoy name!"
Lucius threw his son at the wall and the force of the impact created a fairly deep and large dent in the wall. Lucius took out his wand and walked right up to Draco and waved his wand right in Draco's face. "So?"
"I still don't want..."
"Wrong answer. CRUCIO!"
"AHH! NO! PLEASE STOP FATHER!!!"
"You worthless piece of shit. I don't think you've learned your lesson... Stand up, I said stand up you thick-headed boy!"
Draco stood wobbly and his father grabbed his arm and pointed his wand at his arm. He muttered a spell that made Draco whimper in pain. In the place where the pain was, there was a mark. It was a three-headed snake with blood dripping off its fangs. "Let's see if it works...Go to your room boy!"
Draco hurried to his room and waited for his father to conduct his experiment. He felt intense pain; he looked at the mark and saw that the blood on the fangs was actually dripping off. He touched the blood and felt the red substance, he wiped the blood on his robe on a spot where there was already blood and found that it was his own blood. He ran to his father's chambers and screamed, "What the hell have you done to me?!?"
Lucius just stood there with a mad glint in his eyes. He chuckled darkly and walked to Draco. His son flinched in fear. "Why Draco, that's the new Dark Mark...The first one I ever gave out...Now you're one of us..."
Draco's eyes grew wide in horror and he screamed, "You selfish bastard!!!"
The mad glint in Lucius' eyes grew stronger and he walked close enough to his son and said, "What? You're not happy with the gift I gave you?"
Lucius beat his son even more. He beat Draco to the point where the teenager was half-dead. He apparated the unconscious teenager to Hogsmeade then walked to Hogwarts with Draco in his arms limp bloodied and bruised. He entered the Great Hall and dropped the teen roughly onto the floor. Draco whimpered in pain but that wasn't good enough for his father, so Lucius ended up kicking the poor bloke in the ribs. Draco let out a sharp cry of pain "AUGH!"
Harry was strolling in the corridors near the Great Hall in the castle because it was part of his duties of being a Head Boy. He patrolled the corridors with the prefects because it was his turn to do so. Draco's cry reached his ears and he rushed to the Great Hall. There he saw Draco in his bad state and saw Dumbledore there also. Dumbledore ordered Harry to get Minerva, Severus and Poppy. He rushed to get Minerva; she stopped what she was doing immediately and ran to the Great Hall, Poppy grabbed some potions. When Harry ran to Severus' office, Severus thought something was odd. Head Boys/Girls on patrol don't usually rush to Head of the Houses except their own...They only go to other Heads except if a student from their own house violated a rule or they happen to be hurt. "Sir...Draco...hurt..."
Severus' eyes widened and ran to the Great Hall. "Come Harry, this is very urgent, I have to attend to Draco's condition along with Mme Pomfrey. And as for you, you must help me, we need all the help we can get. I don't trust the other students. They're all daft, they can't handle the sight of blood, but sooner or later they will have to. But you, Harry... you're something special, you're different because you've seen and know things they don't know of..."
"Um..." was all Harry could say. He was a bit shocked that the DADA professor called him Harry and was actually nice to him for a change. Harry didn't want to push his luck so he kept his mouth shut. He could sense the distress that Severus had. He followed the Potions Master quietly thinking who could have done such a thing to Draco and that he actually going to have some real medical experience in nursing. They arrived at the Great Hall and saw Draco whimpering in pain. Severus rushed by the blonde's side, checked his wounds, casted a levitating charm on Draco, so he couldn't make Draco's condition worse. The blonde's hair was matted with blood, and every time he coughed, some blood spilled out.
"Is he alright Mme Pomfrey?" Harry asked. He felt angry at who did this to Draco. He felt sympathy for Draco because someone hurt him. Not everyday, but each summer before the Weasleys came to get him. But just thinking about his own abuse made him angrier and sadder. He wanted to keep his own abuse to himself, hoping that he wouldn't worry the professors more with his problems. He watched Severus carry Draco to the infirmary and followed the others there.
Poppy replied with concern in her voice, "It's bad alright Harry, but I don't know exactly when he will be healed...We need to get a medi-witch or wizard here fast..."
Turning to Minerva, she asked the deputy head mistress if she could floo to St.Mungo's to explain their situation and to get a medi-witch or wizard to Hogwarts. The head mistress grabbed her cloak from her office and departed to the magical hospital.
About five minutes later, a medi-witch and her apprentice took Draco to St. Mungo's. Early, the next morning, the head boys, girls and prefects had a meeting concerning the young Malfoy. Severus, Minerva and the head master were present at the meeting. 'I guess more professors probably mean the meeting will be more serious...' Harry thought. They discussed about how the Slytherins would act towards the Gryffindors and about the fact that Pansy Parkinson was distraught over the fact that 'her' Draco was 'attacked' by mean, vicious Gryffindors. Everyone frowned at Pansy's accusation, the Gryffindor and Slytherin rivalry wasn't strong as it used to be before the war. The rivalry was only tradition, so to over egg the pudding, it was kind of playful. They continued on to the point of the problems that might arise and how they would solve them. As the meeting ended, Severus pulled Harry aside from his friends and said with a somewhat worried tone, "Potter, I noticed that you were a bit uneasy during this meeting... What's wrong?"
"Draco's hurt...I wonder who did this to him?" Harry replied softly. He was thinking about his last summer with the Dursley's and what was to become of him after Hogwarts.
"Potter, it was Lucius..." Harry's eyes flashed with mixed emotions. Severus saw this reaction to Lucius' name and continued to speak as calmly as possible as he could, "The papers for Draco's custody are still being processed... Everyone knows about his parents' divorce, it was in the news, shortly after the demise of the Dark Lord, Potter. I think Draco is being abused."
The colour drained from Harry's face, his knees felt weak, and a small voice in his head repeated the last word the Potions Master said, 'Abused...abused...abused' It started to annoy Harry quite a bit so he decided to sit down to regain his thoughts. The reaction was quite puzzling to Severus, sure Draco and Harry got along, but why was Harry taking it hard? A small voice in Severus' head said, 'The boy! His relatives don't accept the magic, maybe they abuse him, but you have to let him tell him on your own, you don't want to destroy the civility you two have now...' Snape cursed his mentality towards Harry and asked the young adult, "What's wrong Potter?" "Um...Nothing." Harry lied.
"Don't lie to me, I'm also skilled at legilimency too! It's not like I only know occlumency, why do you think I know why the students lie to me? Harry, just tell me what's wrong and I promise I won't tell anyone. Just tell me. Please." Severus coaxed the teenager.
Harry looked into the deep onyx eyes, blinked and sighed, "My uncle and cousin, they hurt me every summer... Every time anything that is related to magic is mentioned under the house, they hurt me..."
The annoying little voice came back and yelped, 'AHA! So he is abused! What about his aunt? Ask the boy Severus! Go on!' Snape worked his jaw and cursed his mentality again and asked Harry about his aunt. "She doesn't do anything really, she just takes Dudley's side, makes me cook breakfast, yells at me and that's pretty much about it."
Severus was just a little shocked at how Harry described how his relatives treated him, the teen told Severus as if it were nothing to him. Snape sighed and said, "Potter, Occlumency lesson, 30 minutes after dinner."
Harry watched the DADA professor leave the table they were sitting at to join the other professors for breakfast. Harry rose from his seat and subconsciously rubbed the last place where Vernon had hit him. He walked to the Gryffindor table. Harry noticed that his manner of walking was different now than before the war. Before, it used to be somewhat clumsy, and his cloak would billow in an unorderly fashion unlike Snape's. When Harry walked it was sort of a glide, stealthy and quiet like a cat prowling in the night time. It was fast paced, because in previous years he had to walk fast to avoid many dangers in those years, like... Mrs. Norris, Snape, Death Eaters, and other things amongst that.
At the Gryffindor table, Ron and Hermione looked up from where they sat and asked him why the potions master pulled him aside. Harry replied to their question after he sat down and got food onto his plate, "He just wanted to tell me that I have an Occlu...erm, a remedial potions lesson tonight."
Harry knew why he had to cover up the fact that he was still taking Occlumency, the ministry was keeping a close eye on the school now, but the only way they could was through Dumbledore. He also knew that the walls had ears, and if anybody wasn't careful enough with what they said or did, the whole school would be screwed over in all nine hells. Everybody had a suspicion that the idiotic minister had put some of the ministry up to spying on the school.
Ron and Hermione nodded their heads signalling to Harry that they had heard him. They ate breakfast like any other mornings with Ron and Hermione chatting each other up but there were two things that weren't normal but it took the trained eye to spot it out. Meanwhile, at the professors' table Severus was poking at his food, like he always does. ("Leave it up to those house elves to cook what Albus orders for me, not what I order for myself") What Harry told him was bothering him, he stole a few glances at Harry. He saw that the brilliant emerald eyes didn't have their usual fire. Then the little voice started to annoy him again and Severus soon entered a shouting match with himself. Sad, but true. [A/N: Doesn't that happen to you sometimes? To me? Yeah, that happens.]
Harry felt eyes watching him, so he tried to tune out the paranoia that he was feeling. That didn't work, so he turned around and scanned the room for people watching him. He shook his head in frustration, mentally repeating the mantra, 'I'm not paranoid, I'm not paranoid, I'm not paranoid' Snape saw this and decided to stop throwing worried glances in Harry's direction. Harry no longer felt the paranoia that he was feeling and continued to eat.
After Harry ate, he left the Great Hall to gather his books and things for the day. First, he had Transfiguration, they were busy studying on decorative charms, like transforming an uncomfortable chair into something nicer. He made his way to Professor McGonagall's classroom. Once he was there, he set his book bag on the floor and sat down at his desk. He reached into his bag and got his 'Advanced Transfiguration: Advancing to a New Level' text book out.
He flipped through the pages looking for the spell he wanted to practice. When Harry found the spell, he thought, 'Thank Merlin these spells we're learning are only temporary...' He got out of his chair and chanted, "Transformus furniturus!"
"Mr. Potter, I didn't know that you come to classes early to perfect your spells..."
Harry froze in his place, he didn't hear anything for a minute or two. He wanted to turn around and see who had said that to him. He could practically feel the smile on the owner of the voice's face. Then he heard it again. "Boo."
"YAA!" Harry screamed and jumped in his spot. He felt strong hands hold him in his place and tried to run but he heard the voice again, "Relax, you're overreacting, it's only me, the greasy git."
Harry turned around with a look of annoyance on his face. He advanced on Professor Snape with his wand pointed at Snape's chest and said with mock- deadliness, "Never ever do that to me again..."
Harry's lips were moving and as Severus saw this, he knew Harry would jinx him or curse him, but he wouldn't be cursed that badly but he was prepared for what would come his way. "Orchideous!"
Or not... Severus was quite dumbfounded at how Harry had tricked him into thinking that he would be cursed instead of the raven haired teen conjuring a bouquet of flowers. "Wha-a-a?!?"
Harry smirked and cackled evilly, "Mwahaha! Mission accomplished!"
Severus made his way to Professor McGonagall's desk and put a Pepper-Up potion on her desk. Harry turned to him and asked, "Shouldn't you be down in the dungeons brooding and making potions?"
Professor Snape smirked, turned to the raven haired teen and said, "Yes, you twit, I have be down in the dungeons but not brooding and making potions. I have to be down there making lesson plans for those incompetent first years who I have next period. Every time they learn a new spell, they just have to test it out. And Professor McGonagall is very tired because the first year Slytherins keep on jinxing each other with the Jelly-Legs. "
Harry turned to him with his lips formed in a small 'o' and said, "Why does it sound like you're happy at the fact that the Slytherins can use one particular jinx?"
"At least they can do something right, Potter. Last week, although Professor McGonagall teaches Transfiguration, she thought it would liven up her class if she taught them how to use the Rictusempra jinx. When they came to my class they kept on casting it on each other! I couldn't teach a single bloody thing! Now we've sunk to the level of the students... At least the classes aren't that boring anymore... To tell you the truth those Weasley twins actually made the classes interesting... And now they're a legend of Hogwarts, just like the Marauders [rolls his eyes] Don't tell anyone that I don't want to be pestered about it... Oh, and by the way Potter, nice chair..."
Harry looked at his chair and saw that he was sitting in a neon pink chair, 'Ugh! I hate pink and neon colours!' he thought and set to change his chair into a much better colour. The chair then had silver and gold intertwined with each other for the legs, and the arms were the same too and the cushions were red outlined with green. "This'll do for Transfiguration." He plopped himself into his chair and started reading through his text book to wait for the others.
(A/N: I wonder what colours these could represent? I know... PsyO: QUIET! This was put in for making the story longer so these details weren't really necessary... [glares at her hikari])
A couple of minutes later Professor McGonagall walked into the class with the rest of the seventh year Gryffindors. She saw Harry in his seat reading and awarded 5 points for being early for class instead of being there running into class as the class was starting. She took out her things wrote some instructions on the board because it was an independent study day. She cleared her throat and every body looked in her direction and she started to speak, "I have a few announcements to make. Since it's nearing Quidditch season, we need to find people for our team. Almost all of the people in our team have graduated from Hogwarts and we need new team members, and I have the pleasure of announcing our new captain, Harry Potter. [whoops of joy and she holds up her hand to silence them, & they shut up.] Tryouts are this weekend, to sign up please talk to Harry. I have received word from the DA members that they are changing their name and are looking for more members again, talk to Harry since he came up with the group. And at the end of November, there will be a Hogsmeade weekend."
Now at this time, Harry's mind was wandering, he was thinking of what would become of him after he graduated and what it would have been like if he was actually put into Slytherin. He looked around his class and saw Dean and Seamus fooling around, Ron muttering about his detention with Professor Trelawney since he broke half of the crystal balls she owned, Neville trying to perfect his spells, Hermione frantically scribbling notes onto pieces of parchment and the rest of the class doing random things. He looked at the board and saw Minerva erasing what she put on the board, after she had done that she drank the Potion on her desk and set to put the work up on the board for the Slytherins. He looked around once again and saw everybody packing their belongings. He got up from his desk and packed his belongings, joined his friends and left the classroom. He turned to them and asked, "What you guys say if I was resorted into Slytherin?"
His friends stopped in their tracks and looked at him as if he sprouted another head. They both asked why and Harry replied, "Well you see, at the Sorting Ceremony the Sorting Hat wanted to put me into Slytherin and well... I didn't want to be sorted into Slytherin because all of the stuff I kept on hearing from people, people in Slytherin go bad... etc. So now I was just wondering what it would actually be like..."
"It doesn't matter which house you're in as long as you're still you. I was so close to being sorted into Ravenclaw that I actually begged the Sorting Hat not to put me there because I knew I didn't want to get stuck with people who are competitive academically... Have you seen Terry Boot? He's in my arithmancy class and he practically competes with me in that class! Half of the people in my arithmancy class are in Ravenclaw and they all want to compete with each other!" Hermione answered.
"Maybe a few years ago I would've exploded by now, but after the war I figured Slytherin people aren't that bad. Really 'Mione? Ravenclaws are like that? They're competitive? They can't compete against you, you're too much of a brianiac to go up against..." Ron said.
"Ron!!!" Hermione squealed, and hit his arm lightly, as they were going off their separate ways, the couple kissed and giggled like 5 year olds.
Harry rolled his eyes and laughed at his best friends. They soon went their own ways, Hermione to arithmancy and Ron and Harry off to Divinations. Ron was rambling on and on to pass the time with Harry at the base of the Divinations tower. "So Harry? Have you finished your essay on the crystal ball? Bloody hell! Just because I accidentally tripped and bumped into the shelf where she kept her crystal balls doesn't mean she has to give me detention for the week! And every time Parvati and Lavender walk near my table they smack me! It's not fair!"
"Hey, at least she gave you detention for the week, remember Crabbe? He broke her favorite tea sets and he got a month and he still has to serve 2 more weeks! Poor bloke...As for Parvati and Lavender, thank Merlin it's not Padma also, I hear when she smacks someone when she's annoyed, she hits real hard."
Both boys shuddered just thinking about how Padma's strength. Five minutes passed and they saw the rest of their class and Ron was smacked on the head by Parvati and Lavender. Twice by Parvati. "That was from Padma! Humph!" They heard the creaking noise of door being opened for the tower and climbed up the silver ladder into the classroom. They could smell the incense and heavy perfume that clouded the classroom. They all sat on the overly plump pouffes and armchairs and looked at their tables.
They were doing some more reviewing but this time it was going over the patterns in the tea leaves. Harry's stomach lurched, and thought back to his third year. The Grim had predicted a death but not his, it had predicted Sirius' death. Professor Trelawney handed them tea cups charmed so that if they were dropped they wouldn't break for the duration of the class. Instead most of the students were studying for other subjects like their upcoming test in Herbology while some others like Parvati were taking advantage of this time to rest, goof off and do nothing. The curtains for the classroom were open and a cool autumn breeze swished over the students and the classroom. At least the strong smell was being ventilated.
After Divinations the seventh year Gryffindors made their way to the old DADA classroom to have potions. While all the guys were busy drooling over their potions teacher, the girls were getting annoyed and had to snap them back to reality by pulling them by their arms into the classroom.
Tehnee was a respected teacher amongst the students, the girls liked her because they saw that she could relate to them much more easily than any other female member of the staff and sometimes, during her classes she'd give out little tips for all the girls, like beauty and stuff like that [A/N: Gee, I wish I had a teacher like that, one that makes school interesting...] Obviously the guys liked her too, because she was good looking, and during her classes she didn't forget about the guys too, she also gave them interesting facts about quidditch teams and other stuff guys are interested in. Enough of describing her, let's get back to the story...
Ron was daydreaming in class again, and it was annoying Hermione quite a bit, she splashed some water on Ron's face. Ron exited dreamland and helped his girlfriend set up their work area. The potion they were making was a fairly complex one, and it was a salve to heal burns. Harry looked at the board, it read:
'Burn Salve Turn to page eighty-two in your text book and make notes on the information about this salve, then make it and hand the notes in. (The potion, if you aren't finished by the end of this class, you will have by the end of Friday. By no later date will I accept them!) When your batch is done and if you put in your phial, I'd like for you to vial it so after I mark them, I can give the good batches to Mme Pomfrey, because she told me that Professor Snape has not supplied her with a sufficient amount of it. I wonder why?
N.B- Also if you have some extra after putting in your phial, please put the rest in extra phials depending on how much you have.
Tip of the day for the girls: I suggest using glossy lip colours instead of matte, but if you use matte colours, it's ok, use them if you want to tone down your look. Glossy lip colours bring out the fullness of your lips.
Tip of the day for the blokes: If you are arguing with your friends about facts about quidditch, I suggest that you get 'Quidditch: Facts, Moves, Manoeuvres and World Records!' by Gwenog Jones, captain of the Holyhead Harpies. (She went to Hogwarts and when she was writing this book, she did extensive research on Quidditch. This book is not opinionated in any way whatsoever!)'
Harry smiled at the tip of the day for the blokes because Ron, Seamus, Dean, and a few other guys -including himself- argued about Quidditch every now and then. He looked across the room and saw Blaise putting up with Pansy's whining about how Draco was still recuperating in the hospital. 'I hope Draco's ok.' Harry thought. He turned to his text and read the text to himself mentally:
'Burn Salves (For all burns)
This salve was created by a wizard back in the early 1500's by a wizard who ran an apothecary in Essex who burned himself quite often trying to create new potions and in making discoveries. There are many variations to the burn salve, but the one you will learn is for all types of burns. This takes some time to make, at least two to three days. Your potions master in your school should have all the ingredients necessary for the it since some of them are semi-rare, which means a few of them will be limited in quantity at stores that sell these ingredients.
The more rare and powerful salves are sometimes coloured reddish-orange-ish due to the fact that the pigmentation comes from the healing properties of the finely ground phoenix feather, most of the other ingredients are usually colourless unless you can find another ingredient that has healing properties. In most salves, they are usually coloured orange because of the herbs and other ingredients and when they are mixed together they create an orange colour.
All salves come in different strengths, at wizarding facilities like schools and workplaces, they use an all purpose type whereas at home you can find a weak type. Certain wizarding companies sell these items with different colours so customers can tell which strength it is. When this cream is applied, the thickness of the application varies on how severe the burn is. Now after having read this, you now know a little bit on this creation that has an everyday use in our lives.'
Harry looked around the classroom and sighed. He closed his eyes and stretched a bit, after he felt more relaxed, he started making notes on what he had read. After he made the notes he handed them in and started to do the assignment. He looked at his book and read:
'Burn Salve
This is the most basic form one can make, the ones you can buy are more complex but to graduate from school you need to learn the most basic form because for any job because you need to be prepared when you join the workforce. You never know when you might get burned!
Apparatus needed: Cauldron (size 2 is good enough) A phial or two Scales to measure your ingredients Stirring apparatus Pestle and Mortar (certain ingredients need to be ground into powder or crushed) Knife
Ingredients: 2 drops of 'Skin-Gro' (it's quite strong, usually used for numerous openings in the skin, 10 sickles) 4 grams of finely ground unicorn horn (use a 25 year old unicorn's horn, very hard to find since most of the ones I've seen are at least 50 years old or older.) A chopped oleander root, and crushed into a thick pulp Pinch of powdered horn of the bicorn (hard to get off any potions master or apothecary, since as their names imply, they have 2 horns and well...they have a tendency to try and gore the person that tries to break off their horn. They're proud creatures and love to show off their horns) A cauldronful of water (size 1) 10 ground dried nettles A drop of a phoenix's tear (They don't cry that often, they're always happy & singing, trust me, I know on first hand experience)
Procedure: Boil your water While your water is warming up, prepare your ingredients Once your water is bubbling, add your dried nettles one by one for each minute that passes by. (It's ok, of you're about 10 seconds off.) Add the bicorn Stir your potion for 2 straight minutes so that the water turns a light shade of blue (Blue?!? Now that's weird!) Add your oleander root, & when it is added the steam from your cauldron should be reddish-orangish Add your 2 drops of 'Skin-Gro' Mix all the ingredients in well (stir for about a minute or two) Keep on stirring and add the powdered unicorn horn for every two minutes.
N.B- At this point the timing is very important! Now at this point the water should have evaporated by a quarter and the mixture should be slowly turning orange. Keep on stirring, it may be a tiring job, but keep on doing it! When about 10-15 minutes have passed with your almost continual stirring, the mixture should now be a wet residue at the bottom of your cauldron Wait 5 minutes and it should be dry. Now add the phoenix tear. Now you can put the stuff into a phial! '
After Harry read the instructions he set doing his work. He followed the instructions as stated and halfway during the class, he looked around and saw that Neville had no problem doing the assigned work. Maybe the change of position with Snape had been a good thing, although Voldemort was gone, Snape still had this arrogant air about him, and that made Harry think about whether Voldemort was really gone or not. He shook his head and continued working. He finished and handed in 2 vials to Professor Dumbledore (the daughter). For the rest of the class, he studied for his Herbology test they had that week.
When the bell rang the golden trio set out for the Gryffindor tower. Pansy Parkinson tried to trip Hermione along the way but Hermione avoided her. 'Pansy is pretty obsessed about Draco... She's reading all his signs all wrong. I think Blaise knows that Draco has a crush on him and I think those feelings are the same for Blaise, I wonder if they'll ever tell Pansy that Draco has absolutely no interest in her?' Harry thought seeing this act of hostility from Pansy. He shook his head and gathered his stuff for his History class. He and his friends met in the common room and went to the Great Hall for lunch. But they didn't know that one of their year was coming back again...
Baka Otaku: I think that was the longest chapter I ever wrote in my entire life!
PsyO: Yeah, because you're too lazy to type it up.
Baka: Grr...
Sev: Now, Now, ladies..... You need not get all aggressive....
PsyO: Stay out of this you moron!
(Scene censored due to acts extreme violence)
Baka Otaku sits on a bench eating candy looking like she never did anything wrong while PsyO is huddled in a corner insanely muttering 'Noo! Not the broomstick! Anything but that! YAA!'
Severus: [rolls his eyes] Why on earth do I even know these people?
After 5 minutes, the Harry Potter cast is singing to the tune of Jingle Bells :
'Please review! Oh what fun it is to review for this story!'
(modified for disk space on my hard drive)
PsyO: PSHAW! Yeah right! You [points to H.P cast] know that that's not going to work since that's the lamest way to ask for a review!
All look at their feet and go 'Like pshaw! People, she's so totally right!'
(Sorry, I've gone a bit ditzy over the past couple of days... So please forgive me. )
Baka Otaku's and PsyO's final message b4 our next chapter:
PSHAW! Like keep it mellow!