Hi everyone! Thanks Desert Maniac for being the first reviewer! This chapter is a little short, but as the story goes on, the chapters get longer. I wanted to get the first two chapters out in the open, and now, if real life and I can come up with some compromise, updates will be every Friday. I encourage you to leave reviews, any critisism, or predictions. Remember, this story is AU, so I have Slughorn teaching DADA instead. So here's to Saturday! Love, Inspired
Confrontations
"The man who never alters his opinion is like standing water, and breeds reptiles of the mind." ~William Blake
The next potions class could be described as bearable at the most. Snape didn't have snide remarks at Harry's horrible potion making skills, but that didn't mean he was in a good mood by far. The upside to this treatment was that Snape didn't acknowledge Harry at all. Harry was still shaken a little from the memories and being discovered looking at them for the second time in two years. He had no idea what came over him, but it was an urge to peak at the memories. Harry was surprised Snape didn't give him 2 years' worth of detention! After taking notes on how to make the Living Draught of Death, the class was ordered to make it. Only the help from the Half Blood Prince potions book Harry had found had made him make his potion perfectly. Even then, Snape ignored him. Finally, the bell rang signalling the end of the day's classes. Harry stayed behind, planning a confrontation.
"What are you still doing here Mr. Potter?" Snape asked bitterly.
"Sir, I wanted to talk about-about the memories," Harry blurted out. There was no point beating around the bush with him.
"Ah yes, you're lucky to still have legs Mr. Potter," Snape said. "I do not wish to have you lingering after class. Now get moving."
"Professor Snape!" Harry said almost sternly. In all his life at Hogwarts, he wasn't sure when if ever he had called Snape 'Professor Snape.' The name alone startled Snape for a moment, long enough for Harry to step up before being shoved out. "I really think you should talk about it, sir."
Snape looked disgusted. "Your father was arrogant and the biggest dunderhead I have ever met. I do not wish to discuss this. You had no right in my Pensieve and you have no business here now."
"That's not what I meant," Harry said, and then quickly added, "Sir. I know my father was a bully, and I know you and him never got along. But I'm talking about your past, everything. You bottle up your feelings and it made you bitter." The last word Harry really hadn't meant to say, but Snape wasn't listening to him! Harry's eyes were wide, ready to be cursed into the next millennium.
Snape spoke with a strange calmness; Harry would have preferred to be yelled at. "If you know what is good for your well-being Mr. Potter, you will get out of my office, now."
Harry bolted for it without another thought. He didn't know what Snape was capable, of even if it was on a student. He raced from the Dungeons and to the Gryffindor Tower. It was time to tell Ron and Hermione.