The moment the weekend was over Harry was grateful. Although he always had to be accompanied in a group, and being the third wheel when your two best friends are dating isn't exactly the most fun he could be having, he was glad that classes had resumed because now something was distracting him from the feelings that refused to go away, even after having them rejected.
Though he couldn't really blame Snape, he would find himself drawn to the other man but he agreed with Snape that a relationship with the other would be nothing but uncomfortable. Harry for one knew nothing about romance or relationships and Snape, although not having a very good track record, had lived longer and probably knew a lot more about such things than he. The one thing that did make Harry's heart swell each time he remembered was the fact that Snape had proved to be someone capable of loving unconditionally for a very long time.
Harry did not appreciate being jealous of his own mother but it was inevitable in such a situation. God he needed to stop thinking about this. The more he did, the more he remembered how wonderful Snape had actually been, how dedicated to his safety. His persistent snarkiness even after the war was over didn't repel him like it used to, it drew him in. And the other's deep slow voice, the way the other carried himself…
SMACK! Harry winced rubbing the back of his head as he turned to see Snake carrying on with the other students. That's when he realised everyone had started on their potions already, some still getting their ingredients. Harry pouted and stood to go get the things he needed.
Arranging them neatly he read over the instructions, starting on the potion. He got a strange sensation as he threw in the first couple of ingredients, it was the same sensation he'd had with the Half-Blood Prince's book. The feeling that told him to change the recipe. With a frown he figured he might as well try. He reached for the beetle wings, grinding them with the mortar and pestle instead of cutting them. He smirked as he poured it in, it was also the same feeling he'd had writing the essay.
So he was picking up on some of Snape's abilities. Well, Harry was not one to sneer at a gift. If he couldn't get anything else he would take advantage of this invisible chain between the two of them. With fifteen minutes to spare Harry put the cork on his vial and took it to Snape's desk.
"Put it on the table and go, Miss Granger." Snape said not looking up from his book.
"Uh… Proffessor?" Hermione said arriving after Harry putting her own vial down. Snape looked up but showed no reaction when he realised it was Potter that had finished first. Harry simply grinned, proud of himself and put his vial down, going back to get his things.
Ron started getting nervous seeing that the two of them had finished trying to sort out his potion he accidentally pulled on the leg, the potion falling forward, sending the cauldron hurling forward, in the direction of two Gryffindors.
Harry simply reacted as he reached, the normal reflex one has when someone falls and you extend your hand to try and catch it. The girls screamed seeing the potion coming towards them. Harry felt a jolt of power leave from his hand, becoming an invisible force that stopped the cauldron and liquid in mid-air.
Snape's voice was heard muttering the spell that vanished the potion over the sound of murmurs as the girls got out of the way. Harry flinched pulling his hand back and the cauldron toppled down to the ground.
"Congratulations Weasely, you almost got two of your classmates shrunk. Ten points from Gryffindor." He said. "The rest of you finish your potions, you've only ten minutes left."
Harry glanced at Snape nervously who was eyeing him suspiciously. A day of normality, is that too much to ask for?
"Um… we should go Harry." Hermione whispered pulling him out. Harry followed, not glancing back at the rest of the class. "That was impressive Harry, have you been practicing wandless magic?" She asked as they walked down the corridors. Ron caught up with them then looking upset that he'd failed the class and lost house points.
"Yeah… but that came as a surprised." He lied about the first part, not the second.
"You should be careful, don't want to accidently blast someone." Hermione said. "Snape's not given you extra potions' help is he?" She asked. Harry smirked.
"Yes but he doesn't know it." He said. Hermione looked at him disapprovingly but said nothing.
"Bloody hell Harry, if it hadn't been for you I'd probably be in detention for the rest of the term." Ron said.
"Well you should know better than to act so carelessly in potions." Hermione reprimanded him. Ron sighed nodding in agreement. They went straight for the library, Hermione trying to help Ron with the potion they would do next lesson, so he would get a good grade to compensate for today, and Harry went looking for a book on wandless magic.
Something didn't feel right about what he'd done. Sure normally he didn't use wandless magic so it felt different but it was much stronger this time. The same power that coursed out of his hand was similar to the one he felt when using the elder wand. Was the elder wand giving him more power? Harry looked at where he kept his wand against his arm. If he had been expecting an answer from the wand, he didn't get one.
He grabbed the hilt and pulled it out, looking at it. He could test its power. He took a deep breath and sat down on the window sill separating the two book shelves from this row. He closed his eyes and concentrated.
"A book on wandless magic…" He whispered. Harry jumped up as a loud rumble was heard and students screamed, dodging the books that flew out of their place in the shelves and threw themselves on Harry.
Beneath the pile of books Harry heard the scream of Madam Pince at the desecration of the books. He was tempted to turn himself into a book now. Not to mention the books around him weren't even on wandless magic, they were just random books.
"OUT!" Madam Pince threw him out with great ease and Harry sighed as he looked down the corridor. He was alone once more. Well it was almost time for dinner, what would be the risk of going to the great hall alone? It was only around the corner.
He walked ahead, planning to go straight there and not focus on anything else. Of course, it was hard not to focus on the sound of screams from the forbidden forest. Harry forgot all about the danger threatening him and rushed to see Greyback dragging Luna into the forbidden forest.
His blood ran cold. If they had Luna they had Malfoy too, and Malfoy was a traitor… What would Snape do? Harry ran towards the forbidden forest. Not before casting a patronus and sending the message to Snape. He kept running as he chased after the werewolf, his heart running a hundred miles per hour.