Chapter 2
Severus Snape swept into the classroom and slammed the door behind him. He was in a bad mood ever since breakfast, after he had caught Potter laughing at him. How dare that boy!
He thought that Potter had no respect for anyone, just like his father.
"Everyone open your books to 657, we will be making or should I say you will be attempting to make Guide potion. Does anyone know what this potion does or what it means?"
Immediately Hermione raised her hand, which the professor chose to ignore until he realized that no one else had their hands up. He nodded towards her, Hermione immediately
explained to the class.
"The Guide potion is a very interesting potion because it doesn't really do anything to the drinker once they drink it. Rather it makes anyone else close by lose themselves almost
complete into themselves. The Guide potion was created for the sole purpose of making the enemy loose themselves so that the good guys could escape. The reason its called the
Guide potion is because the only way the enemy could be saved was if the drinker acted as a guide and help them find their way back."
Here Hermione stopped and looked up at the Professor, who gave her a slight nod to approve her statement, beaming Hermione sat down.
"As Mrs. Granger explained, this potion is a simple potion to make, so don't make any mistake! Now get started!"
With that Snape turned to his desk and sat down, it was neatly organized as was everything in his life. As he graded papers, he occasionally looked up to see how the class was doing;
he would do the routine check up once they had actually made something for him to see. After finishing up his papers, Snape stood up and began his checking; most of the students had
gotten the potion correct, even that idiot Neville Longbottom had the right color. The only one who seemed to be having any problems was of course Harry Potter!
"Mr. Potter what do you think you are doing?! I asked for you to make a Guide potion, not something that looks like it has seen better days! Redo it immediately!"
Snape snapped at the boy, who stared at him for a moment before nodding. Snape raised an eyebrow but said nothing, so the boy was acting a little odd, what it was to him. The rest
of the class went smoothly and eventually even Potter got the potion right, the class ended and the students began packing and walking out of the door. Snape was halfway to the
door when he heard one of the Golden Trio say,
"Hey, Harry its time to leave. Harry…Harry!"
Snape whipped around to see Potter fall forward to the floor with a thud, rushing forward he turned over the boy to see what the matter was. Looking at the two worried friends,
"What happened?!" Snape barked, the two looked at each other and said at the same time.
"We don't know Professor, he was just fine this morning and even in class, but he wouldn't respond when we touched him. What going to him Professor?"
"Both of you need to calm down, Mrs. Granger notify the headmaster and Mr. Weasley help me carry his things to the hospital wings."
The two students nodded and Hermione rushed to get the headmaster and Ron picked up Harry's things and followed Professor Snape. Who in turn was carrying Harry bridal style
towards the hospital wings.
Madam Promfrey rushed over and one look over, she nodded to a bed near a corner. Snape placed the boy and stepped back, he nodded at the Weasley boy, who placed the things
next to Harry's bed.
"Mr. Weasely I think you should go to your next class…"
"But sir…I want to stay here with Harry…what if he wakes up?"
Snape glared down at the redhead, "As I was saying I will notify when he is awake. Now leave." Ron gave a last look before leaving the hospital. Snape sighed and also headed out,
only to be stopped by Professor Dumbledore by the doorway.
"Serverus, I head that Mr. Potter fainted in your class. Is he alright?"
Snape nodded and pointed towards the door, Dumbledore made his way towards the bed and again Snape made his way towards the door. However the headmaster's next words
stopped him dead in his track.
"Severus it seems that Mr. Potter has gotten the mark, you better come check to make sure it's the right one."
Snape willed his body not to move, he didn't want to see it. He knew what it meant, and he knew that he was not ready or strong enough to do the task. But as usual his body
betrayed him and he found himself standing before the boy's bed, looking down at his left hand. On the ring finger of Harry's hand, there was a well shaped mark that appeared as if he
had worn a ring there for some time and it had left a mark on the skin. Severus looked down at his own left hand and his too was the same. He had gotten it when he had turned
seventeen and not understanding what it meant, had waited for ten years before he had understood its meaning. Now the boy also had it, Snape ran a hand through his face and fell
into a chair.
"How is this possible Albus? The boy is too young for this…I am too old for this."
Albus looked down at his most trusted friend and said,
"Sometimes fate has ways of showing itself in the most unusual place and all we can do it go along with it. So that's what you must do Severus, you must follow your fate and see
where it takes you."
Giving the man a gentle squeeze on the shoulder, Albus turned around and made his way towards the door, but before he reached it, he said.
"Remember to tell the boy the truth, Severus he deserves to know what is in store for him in the future."
Snape dropped his face in his hands and the old man shook his head and walked out of the hospital.