A/N: I'm having Lucius Malfoy as a year older than Severus. I know, in canon, this is not the way it is. Here, it is.
DISCLAIMER: DON'T OWN IT
Chapter 2 - Starting Over
"Woshda, what was that?" Eiken asked, his voice threatening.
"An absorbing shield," Harry stated.
"I told you to use the best shield that was taught in this class."
"You said to use the best shield. For the curse he used, that shield was the best."
"Detention, Woshda, for talking back. Seven tonight," he said angrily. Harry took a glance at Severus and sighed. "Dismissed," Eiken said to the class. Harry grabbed his back and left the room as quickly as possible, but waited for Severus outside.
"Where did you learn that kind of shield? They usually don't teach those until the end of seventh year here."
"Hmm. I taught it to myself. We only had one decent Defense teacher at my old school, but he wasn't there long. Last year, though, the teacher only taught us theory. Well, actually, last year was really terrible. Anyway, we weren't learning anything, so one of my friends convinced me to start a Defense group. There were a quite a bit of people who came. Of course, by the time of our second meeting, our group was illegal."
"Is that why you left?" Severus asked. Harry paused.
"Partially," Harry stated shortly. Severus didn't push it. They walked in silence for a few minutes.
"I can't believe he gave you a detention."
"I think he hates me more than the average Slytherin."
"It's probably because you know more defense than him." Severus seemed to think after he said this. "Have you dueled before?"
"Of course."
"I mean, outside of class."
"Yes," Harry answered reluctantly.
"Really? What . . ."
"I don't want to talk about it." They entered the charms classroom.
"I don't think it's possible. For one, Harry Woshda was in Slytherin. He was nothing like Potter."
"Severus, have you ever had a conversation with Harry Potter that didn't include you insulting him?" Dumbledore asked.
"I don't see what . . ."
"Severus, Harry gets very defensive when he or one of his friends are attacked. He is not one to attack. As to why Mr. Woshda was in Slytherin, the Sorting Hat wanted Mr. Potter in Slytherin to begin with."
"I don't believe you."
"Then don't."
"I tutor you in potions, you tutor me in defense."
"Of course," Harry replied. "But now, I need to get my potions essay done before detention. What do you think we are doing in lab tomorrow?"
"Don't know," Severus said, shaking his head. "He usually tell us so we can prepare."
"Not this time, though," Harry grumbled.
"You just need more patience when brewing."
"Thank you, Mr. Obvious," Harry rolled his eyes.
SsSs
"I found the perfect room for us to work in."
"Really."
"Yes. It looks to be an old classroom that hasn't been used in awhile, so we won't have to worry about being interrupted. Also, we'll be able to leave something set up it necessary."
"Like what?" Harry asked. Severus shrugged.
"Like an experiment or something."
"Ah."
"Ah, what?"
"Nothing," Harry smirked. Severus shook his head, and Harry burst out laughing.
"You are mad."
"Why, thank you Severus."
"I'm serious."
"So am I. I am also going to bed. How about we check out that old classroom during our free double period tomorrow."
"Okay. Why do you go to bed so early?"
"I don't know," Harry said, shrugging. "I'm tired."
SsSs
Slughorn handed out the light sleeping drought parchments from three days earlier.
"You have the entire period. I want no talking. Start."
Harry looked at his writing. I can do this. I brewed it perfectly a week ago.
An hour later, he had a potion in his cauldron that was a perfect shade of odd purple. He felt Slughorn walk behind him.
"Finished, Mr. Woshda?"
"Yes, Professor Slughorn."
"Bottle it, then you may leave."
Harry did so, looked at Severus who was just bottling his, and put his supplies away.
Snape couldn't believe it. Potter had brewed the sleeping potion exactly like Woshda did. He couldn't believe that Woshda was really Potter, but this memory almost proved it. The way he made it was unique, but correct. In fact, it was slightly better than the directions the book gave.
He befriended Potter.
Potter knew who he was, yet Potter befriended him.
"I thought you said you weren't any good at potions."
"I was obviously wrong."
"Obviously."
"So . . ."
"What have we here, Sirius? A few Snakes?"
"Potter!"
"What are you doing here? This isn't your territory," Harry said.
"What if we don't want to?"
"You'll be sorry."
"Oh, really?"
"Really. Now, leave."
"Gryffindors in the dungeons? Now, why would this be?" a familiar voice came from the corridor.
"Malfoy!"
"Potter. Get out of here."
"No," replied Potter and Black, both bringing out their wands. Malfoy's was already out, but Harry and Severus took their's out.
"Where are your two lackies, Potter?" Severus sneered.
"They're friends, Snivellus, not lackies," Black hissed back.
"Don't call me that!" Severus hissed back. Harry sighed. This isn't going anywhere.
"You know, I thought I told you I don't want to see you. It's bad enough we have classes together," Harry said flatly. "Leave or I will hex you."
"And I should be scared of you?"
"Yes," Harry answered simply. Black and Potter burst out laughing.
"Levicorpus!" yelled Potter
"Protego!" Harry yelled at the same time. "Petrificus Duo-Totalus!" At the same time, Severus shouted "Rictusempra!"
"A little predictable there, aren't you Potter? I told you not to mess with me. Finite Incantatem." The two Gryffindor glared at Harry, then at Snape, then at Malfoy, who was watching the whole interaction with interest. Malfoy moved out of the way of the doorway, showing Black and Potter out. Seeing they were outnumbered, they left without saying a word. Malfoy turned to the two sixth year Slytherins.
"I can see you two can take care of yourselves. Duo-Totalus, Woshda?" Malfoy asked. Harry shrugged.
"There were two of them," he answered, but refused to give any more information out. He didn't trust him, of course. Malfoy nodded, then left without another word. Harry glared after him.
"Is the 'duo' thing something you taught yourself, too?" Severus asked.
"Yeah. It takes more force behind it than the single curse, but you do it the same exact way, except think of the two people you want cursed. Of course, they have to be near each other, and your wand has to be pointing in their direction," Harry explained with detail, even though Severus would just look it up later.
"Interesting. I wonder what Malfoy was doing here."
"I don't know. Let's get back to the common room. I need to work on the transfiguration essay. I believe you do, too."
"Arg. Transfiguration. Not my favorite. Fine, let's go."
"It's not my favorite, either. I've never been the best at it."
"Yeah, right. Last class you got your's right away."
"That's because we already did it at my other school. It took me hours to be able to do it. The Professor was really annoyed with me, and gave me a detention until I figured it out."
"Ouch."
"Yeah," Harry answered as they entered the common room.
"Harry!" said Selena. "Did you know that if you rearrange Woshda, it makes Shadow?" Severus raised an eyebrow, and Harry gave her a weird look.
"And you actually took the time to figure this out?" Severus asked his sister. She shrugged.
"I was actually doing it for everyone's last name. Harry's is the only one who makes a good word, though," she answered. Harry smirked.
"Shadow. I like that," he commented. "May I ask why you were rearranging everyone's last name?" Selena gave a little giggle, then left.
"Are you sure you are related to her?" Severus glared at him.
"Of course."
"Well, you two just seem so . . . different."
"She seems to like you," Severus teased. Harry sighed and shook his head.
"It's Hogsmede weekend. Are you planning on going?" Harry changed the subject.
"I was planning on checking out some of the bookstores. See if they have anything new."
"That sounds good," replied Harry.
SsSs
"This will really help with that potion," Severus commenting, him and Harry walked out of the bookstore. Harry rolled his eyes.
"Which one?"
"The invisibility potion," he answered, whispering.
"I thought you were going to give that one up for awhile."
"I was. Now I found a book that could help."
"You're impossible."
"I wish I could get a pass to the restricted section."
"Why can't you? I'm sure Slughorn would . . ."
"No. Because of the war they have closed it to students unless the headmaster gives permission. He said no."
"Did you tell him what you were working on?"
"No! He would definitely say no, then."
"Well, if you were invisible, you'd be able to get in."
"Then I wouldn't need to work on this potion, would I?"
"No, I guess not," Harry answered, chuckling softly. They passed the quidditch shop, and Harry stopped to look at (he supposed) the newest broom: a Quicksoar 400.
"Don't tell me you're a quidditch fan."
"I played seeker for my team at my old school five . . . well, technically, probably about three and a half . . . years as a seeker. I was banned in the middle of the season in my fifth year, and my fourth year we didn't have a competition because of some tournament thing."
"Wait. That would mean you played your first year. Was that allowed at your school?"
"No," Harry agreed. "They made an exception." Severus glared again at Harry.
"Really."
"Yeah. People told me that I got my talent from my dad, but I think it's just because I'm so small."
"Probably," laughed Severus.
"You said you played seeker?" asked a voice. They turned around and came face to face with Malfoy.
"Yeah . . ." Harry said slowly.
"I'm the captain of our team, and we are currently looking for a replacement seeker. Tryouts are tomorrow."
"I don't know. I haven't flown in awhile," Harry said. He wanted to fly, yes, but he didn't know how he felt about helping Slytherin with the cup. You are in Slytherin, stupid, he told himself.
"Think about it," said Malfoy, then left. Severus turned to Harry.
"If you are good, you should try. We haven't had a decent seeker in awhile."
"I don't have a broom."
"Do you have enough money to buy one?" Severus asked. Harry thought. Because of the funds and rules set down for time-travel students, Harry did get an allowance. So, yes, he did have enough money. But did he want to spend most of what he had on a broom? Is flying that important? Harry asked himself. Yes, was the answer.
"Yes," he said, entering the store. He looked at the different brooms. There were mostly Cleansweeps and Quicksoars. The newest Quicksoar was too expensive, but a little older model, the Quicksoar 380, enabled him to buy a pair of gloves and still have money left over.
"So, I assume you are going to try out?"
"Yeah."
"It would cut down on our research and tutoring time."
"Weren't you the one who was just trying to convince me? And besides, quidditch shouldn't take up all my time."
"True. Also, it would be good to get on the good side of Malfoy. His family has a lot of power." Harry narrowed his eyes.
"I don't trust Malfoy," Harry said quietly.
"I never said I trusted him. I just said that you don't want to be his enemy."
"I think it would be best to stay away from him. I've met people like him before. To get in his way, it would probably be just as bad to be on his side than against it, just in different ways."
"How do you mean?"
"I mean, he would probably abuse his power. In fact, he probably does abuse the power he has now."
"Maybe," Severus answered. They were both silent as they walked to the Three Broomsticks.
Lucius remembered Woshda, but not a whole lot about him. He remembered that he wanted to keep an eye on the new student. He had talent that just needed to be nudge in the correct way. He had no idea what happened to Woshda, though.
"Luciuss, what newss do you have for me?" Voldemort asked, bringing Lucius out of his musings.
"Potter is not at Hogwarts, my Lord."
"How do you mean?"
"Draco has informed me that he hasn't been in his classes, and that the mudblood Granger and the youngest Weasley boy seem distressed."
"Sseveruss. What newss do you have of thiss?"
"Nothing much, my Lord. The old fool won't say anything about it. Just that he is in a safe place. I do believe he is lying."
"Sso he iss most likely misssing."
"Most likely."
"Why haven't you informed me of this earlier?"
"I'm sorry, my Lord. I did not think of it."
"Crucio! You will do your besst to inform me on all future information on the boy?"
"Of course, Master."
"Good."
"It seems that in all past occurrences, the people in your time will not remember what is happening now until it happens now. Nothing should change in your time."
"But it might."
"Possibly."
"Will I be able to get back? I mean, I don't think I'm in the future as Woshda."
"Yes, you will be able to get back. Only, there is no known way to get back. I will keep researching, but most likely, you will not go back to your time until the spell wears off."
