Chapter 5: And you are?
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On to Snape Snape Severus Snape.
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Potions Chamber, Marvolo Mansion, 1989
Snape had never felt so nervous in his life before. Maybe there was the one time he was inducted as a Death Eater and he was in very close proximity to Lord Voldemort. But for some reason meeting this kid was making the usually calm potions master pace around the huge potions chamber. He stopped moving completely when a voice sounded from the door.
"Looking for something?" Snape closed his eyes and scolded himself mentally. Why was he overreacting to this kid, he didn't sound very mean or evil. He turned around and pulled his thin lips into a smile as he noticed that the kid was wearing a golden mask. He understood Voldemort wanted his heir to have anonymity, but that meant he wouldn't able to tell Dumbledore anything useful about his appearance for now.
"Hello, young master." The kid cocked his head at young master but nodded.
"And you are?" Snape gazed straight into the kid's piercing green eyes.
"I am Professor Snape, your potions master." Snape wanted to test his abilities a bit so he asked a simple question. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" The kid grabbed a chair and sat down.
"Really? I thought you could do better than that. It is an "advanced" potions course, at least that was what I thought. And if you really must know, it is the Draught of the Living Death." Snape was more startled than angry but he calmed himself and asked the question that he was instructed to ask.
"What is your name? I already told you mine." The kid was speechless for a moment.
"Um… I guess… My name is…. erm…." Harry was panicking. He didn't really want this man to know his name for some reason, his instinct told him this would save his life later on.
"Well.. my name is Brian. Brian Riddle." Snape gestured at the cauldron in front of him.
"Since we were already talking about the Draught of the Living Death, Brian, would you please brew it up for me? I will observe and through your abilities to brew this potion, I will make up the lesson plans for either more hard or easy." Brian sighed. Did the teacher think he was incompetent or what? He snickered under his breath. Snape had a surprise in store for him.
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"What is the meaning of this Brian? You have been brewing for two hours already!" Snape usually was immune to all the smoke released during potion making but whatever Brian was doing, it was generating smoke that made Snape cough like crazy.
"I demand that you come out this instant, Mr. Riddle!" Brian was sitting by the cauldron when he heard Snape's orders. Time to practice my drama skills, Brian thought as he put on his black cloak. He waved his wand theatrically with that all the smoke was sucked towards his wand, generating some wind, billowing his cloak, upping the drama factor. He saw Snape grit his teeth, about to lose his cool, but with him being the dark lord's heir, Snape couldn't and wouldn't get very angry at Brian. For now.
"Do you have the Draught ready? It spent more time than I expected." Brian smirked.
"I'm sorry but I don't have it." Snape narrowed his eyes, the boy was trying to do something.
"What do you mean when you say, I don't have it, young lord?" Then Brian did an unexpected thing.
"Tinky!" Instantly a small house elf appeared and bowed.
"Master, what do you require of me?" Brian reached in his robes and pulled out a crystal vial.
"Just do me a favor and drink this. Do your best to describe what you feel later." Snape eyes widened when he saw the emerald liquid. How could it be possible? Brewed in two hours? The heir is a genius at potions! He watched in horror as the house elf downed the liquid in one go, only to start convulsing on the ground immediately. The elf muttered incomprehensible words adding tiny screams occasionally. After about one minute the effects of the potion wore off and Brian dismissed the elf.
"I assume you know what that potion is potions master?" Snape replied immediately.
"Yes, young lord, it is the Drink of Despair, invented by the Dark Lord himself." Brian sat
down on a conjured chair.
"Please make the lessons as hard as possible. Never underestimate me again. If that is all Snape." Brian looked at Snape one last time in the eyes before swishing around leaving Snape marveling how well Voldemort raised his heir. Not too arrogant, not too proud, only showing off when needed. There was something amiss about the boy though. Something was very wrong about this heir that he could not name at that moment. He went back to the cauldron to find it still bubbling with the emerald fluid known as the Drink of Despair. And then something clicked within Snape. That was it! Those unmistakable green eyes that only Lily had. The boy couldn't be Harry could he? Harry's body was found a few days after he was kidnapped. Wait no. Not Harry's body to be exact. It was mangled baby with cuts all over the face, disfiguring it. No one bothered to check if he was really Harry or not. No this is too ridiculous Severus thought. But that last parting glance with those emerald orbs gave him the strangest feeling.
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Well this chapter was more of an intro of Snape, rather than more plot.
Sorry for the extremely long wait and short chapter, I had too much to do. Going to Cali, coming back home, MATH DURING THE SUMMER….. (Arithmancy - one of hermione's favorites. Like Ron would say… "Bloody hell!")
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