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Snape paired off students, and decided to watch, he knew potter was just like his father, he had to be. Flitwick was seeing problems where there weren't any. He paired Potter off with one of his Slytherins, his godson Draco, clearly, he couldn't mess up this potion. It would give him time to observe.
And observe he did. He saw Potter clumsily spill the potions ingredients he was carrying. when he went to issue detentions and take points, he saw Pansy Parkinson's wand out and her snickering hiding it quickly looking directly at him. The first year hurriedly picked everything up, kept his head down while the students near him laughed and he returned to his spot. "Trip much freak," Draco said mockingly.
Harry Potter did not respond, he just kept his head down. Severus continued watching as someone shoved him while he was cutting ingredients and he managed to Knick his hand.
"Way to mess up potter, they are uneven," Malfoy growled. "I just hope Professor Snape doesn't fail me since he stuck me with someone as useless as you. Watch it you're going to get blood in the potion."
"Sorry," he muttered wrapping up the cut in a piece of cloth from his bag as he started again.
Snape continued watching as people would ram their elbows into him when passing by or mutter a freak. It made him realize just how true Flitwick's' statements were. How wrong he was and that thought angered him. He was supposed to be as arrogant as his father. A line was crossed from just bullying to pure abuse as someone from the table behind him, Crabbe purposely knocked over his potion and dumped it on him. The first year let out a scream of pain as it burnt down his back.
"Minus 50 points," Snape growled.
"Way to go freak, you've lost us more points," Lisa Turpin said not seeming to care at all that he was clearly injured.
"No that was from Slytherin," Snape said shocking everyone. He couldn't believe what he just witnessed. Not even the Marauders had ever gone so far as to spill an unmade, boiling hot potion down someone's back. "But well-done Miss Turpin for losing your house twenty points and getting two detentions yourself. Crabbe you have a weeks' worth. You idiot boy. What in merlin's name were you thinking, or do you even have a brain. I watched you poor your entire cauldron on Potter. Do you realize how dangerous that is. A scolding hot potion. Did any of you listen to the warnings at the beginning of the year. Any more nonsense in my classroom and I will have you expelled. All of you leave but if I see even one sign of misbehavior in my classroom again, tripping jinxs, shoved, spilled potions ingredients tossed into other potions I will have you removed. NOW GO."
Harry struggled to pick up is bag, but Snape grabbed it. "You with me, we are going to the infirmary."
He cringed away from his touch but followed him clearly trying not to cry from pain. "Oh dear, Mr. Potter, what happened now," She asked worriedly as she helped him get off his robes. He gasped in pain and Snape had to help them both. "Oh dear, these are bad burns." Snape was surprised to see that you could literally count his ribs and he had scars on him though they were barely visible underneath the bruises. We will have to put on a burn creme," she said fussing over him. Washing off the potion carefully to protect the burns. "You will have to be staying in here tonight. We will probably have to put on another coat come morning. Thank you Severus for bringing him in."
Snape left, though he did hear Her ask what happened this time. "I got a potion poured on me...but I didn't lose points or get detention this time," he whispered. "But I still think they are going to be angry since Lisa lost points for...I don't actually know but it was probably my fault somehow."
"Oh, Mr. Potter, I wish things were better for you. Here lad, lay on your stomach. It will help take away some of the pain."
"Yes Madam Pomphrey."
"Its poppy dearie. One of these days, I am going to get you a plaque with your name on it and name this the Harry Potter bed."
"Would be nice to always sleep in here. Don't have to worry about no one pranking me when I'm sleeping."
Snape walked away at that and nearly ran into Flitwick. "Hello Severus," he said coolly.
"Vincent Crabbe poured his potion down Potters back," Snape said ignoring the hostility of his colleague that suddenly he was under the assumption that he deserved. "He's in the infirmary."
Flitwick let out an exasperated sigh pinching his nose. "How bad is it," he asked.
"Burns across the entirety of his back and neck."
"How did you punish him, I assume you have or is this somehow Mr. Potters fault as well," Flitwick challenged.
"Minus 50 points and a week's detention," he returned walking away with a lot to think about