Chapter 3

'thoughts'

"Blaise, I need to use the bathroom, okay? I'll be back in a second." Draco said, as he went in search of the bathroom. As he walked, he heard Blaise yell,

"It's the door in the back of the room"

"Thanks," he mumbled. 'I would have found it.' When Draco got to the bathroom he decided to go to splash his face with cold water to get his thoughts in order. He looked in the mirror and gone was the teenager he had grown used to seeing. He saw the man he had become. His face had grown older. He had the beginnings of crow's feet around his eyes. His shoulders had grown broader and he noticed he was taller. As he stared in the mirror his mind started to wander.

'What if I'm a fucked up father like my own? What if my kids hate me? What if I do something that will scar my kids for life? What if…"

"Draco, are you alright in there?" Draco heard Blaise say from the other side of the door

"Yeah I'm fine"

"Are you sure? What's taking you so long?"

"Believe me, I'm fine. And I'm coming out right now."

"Are you sure you're okay"

"I'm fine"

Sensing his lie Blaise gave him a smile and said "Everything will be okay."

"I know, how about we go meet my family?"

Back at Hogwarts

"Longbottom, what did you do?" Snape bellowed as he saw Draco fall to the floor

"I'm sorry. I-I -I swear I didn't mean to bump into him. It was a mistake. Please I didn't mean to do it." Neville said as quickly as his mouth would allow him.

"Stop sniveling and tell me what happened"

"Well I was going back to my desk after I handed in the potion sample and I backed into him and his potion spilt all over him. I didn't do it on purpose I swear"

"That doesn't make any sense if the potion was made properly, and I am sure that it was since it was Mr. Malfoy making it. He shouldn't have passed out he should have just become invisible." Snape said more to himself then to any one else.

"I need to find out what went wrong with the potion! Where is the sample he brought to my desk"

"It's still in his hand sir." Neville pointed out.

"Well, I'll take this. Crabbe and Goyle, I want you to take Draco to the infirmary. Do you know how to get to the infirmary from here?"

Both of them shook their heads to state no.

"Zabini, bring them to the infirmary for me."

"Okay, Professor Snape." Blaise affirmed

"Everyone else it's time for the class to end. Make sure you read the section about memory potions in your book. Also I want eleven inches on why Jobberknoll feathers are important for those kinds of potions"

The whole room started to groan about the amount of work they were getting that night, when Snape asked "Should I make it fifteen inches" Every answered no and quicklyleft the classroom.

Harry entered the Gryffindor common room and saw Hermione and Ron.

"Hey what's up guys?"

"The most amazing thing happened after you left potions class" Ron said animatedly

"Ron it wasn't that amazing. Something could be really wrong," Hermione reprimanded him

"What happened?" Harry asked

"After you left Malfoy just keeled over after Neville dropped some potion on him" Ron said while laughing

"Ron, it's not funny. You shouldn't be laughing. How do we know that something isn't wrong with him?"

"I know, I want something to be wrong with that git."

"Ron you're a prefect. You shouldn't say things like that." Hermione scolded

"What about Malfoy He's a prefect too, and look at all the things that he's done to us. He's always bothering us."

"So what, Ron? You shouldn't stoop to his level."

"Come on, mate. Tell Hermione I'm right."

"I'm not getting into this with you two."

"Good choice, Harry."

"Harry" Harry turned around to see McGonagall standing there.

"Yes, Professor?" Harry answered

"Professor Dumbledore wants see you in his office."

"Okay," Harry said confused

"Alright, follow me then."

Harry walked into the room to see Dumbledore with an angry Snape.

"Yes Professor Dumbledore? Professor McGonagall said you wanted to see me." Harry said nervously.

"Yes Yes my boy please sit down for me." Harry followed his direction and sat down in the chair in front of his desk.

"Harry you are here because Snape wants to ask you about the potion you helped make during class today."

"What do you mean?"

"He means I want to know in any way did you manage to screw up the potion that was assigned to you today."

"No I did everything that Malfoy told me to do. How do you know that it was me that made the mistake?"

"Because besides Longbottom and your incompetent friend Weasley, you are the worst student in this year" Snape practically yelled.

"So, what? That doesn't mean that Malfoy can't make a mistake"

"And how do know that was a mistake that was made to begin with"

"Well when your potion was spilt on Mr. Malfoy instead of becoming invisible he passed out."

"You're the Potions Master Why can't you just figure it out?" Harry inquired

"That's the problem Whatever you did wrong was small enough for me not to be ale to find, but big enough to ruin the entire potion"

"Why are so hell bent on it being me that made the mistake? It wasn't me"

"Harry I'm not saying it was you but I am asking do you remember anything being a little off?"

Harry thought about it for a minute 'I know that I didn't do anything wrong. Snape is just trying to blame something on me. Okay, what happened? First I went to the ingredients because Malfoy is a lazy bastard. Then he made me chop pomegranate before he took it away from me. Then there were the leeches.

Then a look of realization came across his face. He remembered the extra .00001gram of the leeches he left in the potion.

"I think I might knowwhat the problem with the potion is."

Snape sat in his lab thinking about the complicated task at hand.

'That damn boy! I knew it was his fault that I have to do this. He has never been good for any thing. Just like his idiotic father. Now I have to figure this damn thing out. How am supposed to figure out? I'll be lucky to figure out what the damage that little extra leeches can cause, let alone a cure for what ever it is.

"How am I going to do this?" Snape muttered to himself as he started a whole night's worth of work.