CHAPTER 5
Six o'clock came all too fast for Ewan. When the bell chimed at six he knocked on the Potions Master's door. He had spent 10 minutes just finding the room. 'Who gives detention's on the first day!? I haven't even had potions class yet!' he thought right before the door opened.
Professor Severus Snape was not in a good mood. On the first day he had to deal with misbehaving Slytherins and bloody Gryffindors. Then before he even had a chance to go down to his private rooms for a well-deserved break he gets bumped into by a near-sighted Ravenclaw!
If this was any other first year student, he properly would have barked had them and deducted points, but this first year irked him. As he looked into the boys Emerald eyes and light red hair, he was struck with an overwhelming sense of familiarity that he could only place with one person in his entire life, Lily Evans.
"Enter" Professor Snape barked.
Ewan entered the class room and looked around. Potions were taught in the dungeons. A was a bit cold and damp. Ewan saw many jars or ingredients and cauldrons ready to be used by students. Ewan was looking forward towards potions, even if the teacher wasn't very nice.
"Since you have not had your first Potions class, you may scrub those cauldrons in the sink there until they are spotless with NO magic" Snape said before sitting at his desk.
Ewan walked over to the sink, grabbed the scrub and started to wash the first cauldron.
From his desk, Snape watched as the boy started cleaning. He couldn't get the image of Lily out of his head. "Who is your mother!?" he barked to the boy.
"Um… I don't know, sir. I was adopted. But my adopted Mom's name is Lara." said Ewan quietly.
"What about your father?" asked Snape, contemplating this new information.
"I don't remember him either but my adopted Dad's name is Jon." answered Ewan.
"How old were you when you were adopted?"
"Well, sir, I was found when I was three. I wasn't adopted till a year later." Ewan explained, finishing the first cauldron and starting on the second.
Snape sat in silence for the next couple of minutes. 'He looks so much like Lily, could this be…. No. No it can't be…. Could it?'
"Do you remember anything about your biological parents?" he asked hoping to get more information from the child.
"No, sir. Not really… but… ah… the hat, it said something…"
"Well, what is it boy? Spit it out!" barked Snape
"Why do you want to know, sir?" he asked in confusion. 'Why does he care? Why should I tell him?'
"I'm the one asking questions here, now answer, and no stuttering!"
"The hat said I wasn't who I was… or something like that." said Ewan.
"Did the Sorting Hat say who you were?"
"… no." lied Ewan. 'I'm Ewan Tyler not Ewan Potter… I only want to be Ewan Tyler!'
Snape knew the boy had lied but couldn't go further. Casting Legilimency on a student without constant was illegal.
Hours passed by the time Ewan was finished and had to rush to his dormitory before curfew, however he didn't make it in time. He got caught by the Head Boy, Bill Weasley.
"Hey, kid what you doing out of your dorm?" Bill asked.
"I just got out of detention with Professor Snape; I rushed to get back on time, honest!" Ewan said. He didn't want to get in even more trouble on the first day.
"You're a firstie? Hey don't worry about it; I'll escort you back to your dorm. Professor Snape can be a little harsh, even to you firsties" Bill said with a smile, walking with Ewan towards the Ravenclaw dorms.
"You're Bill Weasley, Fred and George's older brother right?"
"That's right! You know Fred and George?" Bill asked.
"Yeah, we met at Diagon Alley, and then we hung out on the train."
"Cool, then I guess I'll be seeing you more often." Bill said stopping in front of the Ravenclaw Entrance.
"What is the beginning of eternity, the end of time and space, the beginning of every end, and the end of every race?"
Bill looked down at Ewan. It wasn't his common room so he didn't have to answer, plus he didn't want to look like an idiot in front of a first year because he didn't know the answer.
Ewan thought for a second. "E" he answered and the door swung open.
"Nice," Bill said nodding his head, "well good night."
"Night!" Ewan said before walking into the dorm and going to bed.
The next morning, Ewan with the other Ravenclaw first years made their way down towards the dungeons. Ewan suggested to the others to sit away from Professor Snape's desk. Thankfully, Liam, Le, and Roger took his advice. As the bell rang throughout the school, Professor Snape walked into the class, with his billowing robes following behind.
Like every year, Professor Severus Snape started the speech he reserved for the first years. "There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making. However, since this class is made of Ravenclaws I expect much more than your year mates."
Ewan focused solely on the Professor. He wanted to please the teacher who seemed to not like him very much.
"I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death." Professor Snape finished.
Professor Snape looked at the Emerald green eyed boy who was constantly in his thoughts, images ran across his mind of his once love. He sighed, 'This boy knows nothing of his former life, nothing of the woman I loved or the man I hated. Nothing, I can make sure he becomes nothing like his father…'
Turning his back towards the class, he waved his wand at the black board. Instantly directions to a simple first year potion, wrote itself on the board.
"Open your books to page 5 and follow the recipe exactly, you have an hour." he said before sitting at his desk. Watching the light red-haired child.
An hour later the entire Ravenclaw class was able to correctly finish their potions with only few mistakes. The class cleaned up then left the class for Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall. Leaving the Potions Master to his thoughts.
The day had finished nicely with no problems. All homework for that day was already finished. Dinner was a hearty affair, Liam and Roger taught Ewan all about Chocolate frog cards and Le showed him how to play Wizards chess. Ewan was just interested in having the pawns beat up on each other. After the meal they went to the library to study. Ewan didn't care about studying but apparently being a Ravenclaw meant that if you weren't studying, you weren't doing anything important.
Before anyone knew, Halloween was upon them. Ewan had awoken with a nasty headache and feeling completely rubbish. The day didn't progress any better with momentary flashes of memories attacking him.
"NO, EWAN!" a woman shouted.
...A man lying on the ground, dead...
…a loud crashing noise…
"TYLER!"
Ewan shook himself from his memories, noticing Professor Snape lingering over him.
"Ten points from Ravenclaw and detention tonight, for your lack of attention!" snarled Snape.
"Yes, sir" said Ewan quietly. He wasn't planning on attending the Halloween feast anyway, more like attending his bed.
The bell rang a second later. Quickly grabbing his bag and walking out the classroom. Not even waiting for Le, Roger, and Liam.
Transfiguration, thankfully, went better than Potions. At six sharp he knocked on the potions master door. Then was quickly set to work dissecting frogs and putting their inners into label jars.
"Care to enlighten me what you found more interesting other than my class, Mr. Tyler?" Snape asked from his desk.
For the last month, whenever he gave a detention to the boy, he treated him fair and with understanding, hoping that the young Ravenclaw would trust him. This personal mission was coming along better than he hoped, however the boy still hadn't told him what the Sorting Hat had told him. It seemed to Severus, that whatever the old Hat had said was proof to the idea that Ewan Tyler was in fact Ewan Potter.
"Just memories, sir. I don't actually remember too much but recently a lot of old memories have been coming to me… at least I think they are memories." said the boy cutting through the skin of one of the frogs, he sniffed, his nose was running and his eyes itchy.
"What happens in the memories?" asked the Potions master lightly, trying not to frighten the boy. 'I may have some proof here.' he thought has he slid a stool nest to the boy helping him with the dissection, while also waving his wand to his potions cupboard for a pepper-up potion.
"Yelling, bright lights, shaking…" Ewan said quietly. "A woman and a man…"
"Can you tell me about the woman and man?" said the potions master taking the topper of the vial, and passing it into Ewan's hand.
"I think… I think… I think it my real mum and dad… but I don't know… I was only three when they died anyway." Ewan said before drinking the potion.
'Ewan Potter was only three when Lily died, if this boy isn't Ewan Potter than I'm was a Muggle.'
Their time together past quietly, Snape dismissed the boy but before he left he remember one more question.
"What was your last name before you were adopted?"
The boy looked like he was trying to remember. "I don't remember but my first name and middle name stayed the same. Ewan Evan" The boy said before turning and leaving.
