Elixir to Induce Euphoria

A N.E.W.T level potion that, as its name implies, causes its drinker to experience a high level of induced euphoria usually administered to stop uncontrollable sobbing

Although not a cure, this potion can also be a temporary solution to extreme depression and mellow out a high-risk patient with suicidal tendencies.

A word of warning: Drinker must first be supervised fifteen minutes after consuming Elixir to Induce Euphoria as some side effects of the potion may consist of excessive singing, nose-tweaking, and dizziness caused by uncontrollable spinning.

Ever since Severus Snape found his mother's copy of Advanced Potion Making when he was a child of only nine, he knew that that would be his passion. His Da never really understood when Severus would come back from the forest back inCokeworthwith a bundle of Dandelion Roots, but his Ma did. Which was why Severus was currently trying to write down the subject for his Potion N.E.W.T. Even though N.E.W.Ts were still ways away, Severus had been at this specific potion since he read it as a child. He could never understand how in a world that could make so many incredible things happen could not find a solution to counteract side effects from potions. How exactly is a potion deemed finished if it can make you stop crying by making you sing? Nonsense, Libatius Borage should have made a separate book where all the unfinished potions are listed.

Instructions are to be followed as:

In a (preferably copper) cauldron prepare the usual potion base

Add Shrivelfig until potion turns Turquoise

Stir 4 times clockwise 3 times anti-clockwise until potion turns Blue

A loud bang echoed through the still quiet dorm followed by the annoying voice of none other Evan Rosier, "Good morning my fellow muckers! Breakfast is waiting!"

"Shut up Evan, some of us actually like a quiet morning. Right, Severus?" said Slytherin just ignored Jason Selwyn's whines and continued with his potion review. There was never once a quiet morning whenever Rosier invaded their dorm. As a matter of fact, Rosier presenting as an Alpha, was supposed to stop coming into a room that housed two presenting Omegas. Head Girl Narcissa Black is sure to hear of this if Severus has anything to say about it.

Stir 3 times clockwise, allow the potion to simmer till it turns Yellow

Add Porcupine quills till the potion turns blue again (stir clockwise after every quill added)

Allow the potion to simmer, stir 4 times anti-clockwise till it turns Purple

Again, a loud noise brought Severus out of his focus, "You do this every morning Evan! Go away before I hex you for real! Tell him Nat!"

Selwyn turned to "Nat" who by this time had begrudgingly rolled off his bed and is currently gathering up his toiletries. Nathaniel Wilkes was an average looking bloke with short curly-brown hair and an even average build. Perhaps the only notable feature he has are his hazel-green eyes that, depending on the lighting, shift from an emerald-sheen to a golden-hazel.

"Oh, don't say that. Without my morning calls only Snape here would be up and about. Though," Rosier's walks closer towards Severus desk table where he tried to continue to write his paper. "Add seven Sopophorous beans... Why Snape, are you trying to obliviate the whole Quidditch team or something?"

"What I'm trying to do is finish this review so if you wouldn't mind," Severus snatches his potions journal away from Rosier's hands andagainresumes with copying down his version on how to brew the Elixir to Induce Euphoria.

Add 7 Sopophorous Beans and stir twice clockwise after adding 3, then stir twice again after adding the additional 4

Allow the potion to simmer till it turns Brown, stir 5 times anti-clockwise

There was a loud shriek that made Severus flinch so hard his quill went flying out of his hand followed by shouting in the background and Severus was doing his very fucking best to ignore it. He briefly saw Wilkes rummaging through his wardrobe to his right as he went to pick up his dirtied quill. Still, it wasn't enough to deter him from finishing his bloody list.

Focus, Severus, you're almost there.

Add Shrivelfig till the potion turns Pink

Stir 3 times anti-clockwise and allow the potion to simmer till it turns Orange

"I'll do it! I swear to Morgana's tits I'll incinerate your arse if you don't drop it!"

Focus...

"Are you sure you want me to drop it? If anything, you incinerate me then you'll be incinerating your little toy here too"

"It's not a toy! Evan!"

"Just give it back to him Rosier, you know how bitchy he gets when people touch his Screaming Yo-Yo."

"Nat!"

Almost...

Add wormwood till the poti-

Something comes crashing into Severus's desk and there's little he can do about it.

So fucking close!

"The hell!" Severus quickly stands which only causes his inkwell to spill all over his damn potion's review that he has been working on for the past hour, making a sort of shadowy crescent moon shape. If Severus thought that was the full of it, he never would have stood. But stood he did and in doing so the "something", who Severus took notice was Evan fucking Rosier, fell to his side shoving Severus up against his desk further rattling his inkwell towards its edge and down his leg. He tries to make a grab for the small flask paying no mind to distance, big mistake. His head made contact on hard polished wood, ink splattering all over his forehead and catching inside his eyes. Immediately he brings his hand up to his face hissing in pain.It burned!

The young Slytherin could have sworn he heard Wilkes murmur something about two bowtruckles in a branch under his breath. Moaning, he slowly shakes his head trying to get his bearings in order. It didn't help. Severus noticed, as much as he could with ink in his eyes, that he wasn't quick enough to actually grab the bloody inkwell, but he very much made enough contact for it to change directions and land onto the plush juniper-green-coloured carpet that Narcissa had gifted him last Christmas

You have poor circulation, Dear. The dungeons have no place for cold feet.

She's sure to kill him for that, but Severus won't let her. Not until he kills the two personified bludgers that are his yearmates first. He lets his teary eyes drift downward to his left as he hears a pain-filled groan. Sure enough, Rosier was lying with a small pool of blood around his head, soaking his dirty blonde hair.

Well, one bludger.

Severus thinks his head is also bleeding but that's because he'd rather it be blood he's feeling dripping down the side of his head than ink-stained tears. Fuck his head hurt. His eyes hurt. The small of his back where it made contact with his desk hurt.

"Are you kidding me right now. Can't you two idiots just stay still for one bloody second." Severus knows he is slurring his words. Doesn't really seem to care enough as he makes room for himself next to Rosier. Even sitting downhurt."One peaceful morning, that's all I ask."

"I don't think he can hear any of that Snape." Wilkes turns from Rosier on the floor to Selwyn who, since the moment the blond fell, had just been standing there like a complete dorcus, "We should call for-", Wilkes didn't even get the chance to finish when Selwyn all but snapped out of his stupor, threw the door to their room open and proceeded to scream bloody murder. Which he may or may not have committed.

"He's dead! Oh, Salazars big toe, I killed him!"

"-help." Wilkes slowly finished speaking to empty air. If anyone was still sleeping, they aren't anymore.

"Well that solves that, I guess. Are you okay?" He asks Severus who just gives him a 'you did not just ask me that look'.

"Right, sorry mate." Wilkes just turns slightly at the sound of Selwyn's screeches; Severus can barely keep his eyes open.

"Help! Someone! Morgana's tits I'm expelled for sure!"

"What's going on?"

"Selwyn's gone barmy!"

"Calm down!" That sounded like the Greengrass brother, "Jace what's wrong?"

"He's bleeding to death! I-I need to find Slughorn!"

"Wait! H-Hold on, bleeding to death? Who- Jace!"

A yell and an oomph followed by the sound of flesh hitting stone.

Avery who was walking up around the hallway steps, hair still wet from his shower, was thrown off his feet and onto his back when Selwyn all but ran into him sending them both to the floor, "Selwyn what the fuck?"

"Steven! You gotta help them please!"

"Who-"

"I'm too young to-"

"Fucking breathe-"

"-go to Azkaban!"

By this time the entirety of the Slytherin Dungeons was wide awake. The Greengrass brother, Ian, had raced to Professor Slughorn's chambers furthering alerting the students who were already in the common room. Whispers turned to a high chatter which in turn increased to a full-blown panic at Selwyn's mention of "blood" "dying" and "Azkaban". The Prefects were doing their best in trying to settle down the situation, but with all the screaming Selwyn had done and now the crying of a few first and second years, things were getting out of hand. One Prefect, 6th year Genna Nihjo, was about to cast Quietus throughout the Dungeons, it would drain her magic significantly, but if it gets everyone to calm the fuck down, she would!

"ENOUGH!"

That. Genna knew that as powerful a spell Quietus was, it was far inferior to the voice of Head Boy Lucius Malfoy. Everybody came to a standstill at his commanding voice as it resonated all-round the common room and its connected circular walkways. Loud enough that both Wilkes and even Severus heard it even from inside their room. All but the younger students who had been escorted out to the front of the common room by Genna calmed if but a bit.

"What in Circe's name is going on here that demands you to howl at 7 o'clock in the morning?" Lucius made it to where both Avery and Selwyn were still on the floor. The former trying and failing to get the latter off of him, pushing and pulling at his shoulders and robes. They continued to grapple until Lucius had to physically pull a sobbing Selwyn by the back of his robes and away from Avery.

Despite the throbbing of his head and slight sting to his eyes, Severus turned his attention to Rosier. There was a nasty gash below his eyebrow where he must have landed on the corner of the desk.

"That doesn't look good." He whispered to no one in particular as he casts a weak Ferulato at least try and slow the blood coming out the wound. Just that small amount of magic increased the headache that was forming. A sharp hiss left Severus's mouth as he raised a hand to feel at his head. Trembling fingers raked through still soft locks not yet affected by his constant brewing. Slytherins had double potions this morning, so he made sure to wake early to deep condition.

Once, twice, thrice with both hands did Severus felt for any signs of a bump. It wasn't until he was sure he had raked through all his hair did he brought his hand to his face. A blink, then two, and then a decision was made with a nod as he thrusts his hand towards where he thinks Wilkes is standing.

"Isth thre blood on ma' han, Wiles?"

Wilkes, he mumbles as he kneels by the, obviously concussed, Slytherin and takes his hand.

"No, there isn't any blood on your hand, Snape." Checking it more for his amusement than actual concern, Wilkes examines his slightly crooked fingers before letting his hand go. Severus brings his hand back to his face and squints. Black, his fingers are black. Like his hair, he thought to himself.

"Though your teeth are another matter. And your forehead. And eyes... so much for a quiet morning, huh?"

"Whass wrong wiss ma teeth?" Severus moves to feel at his mouth, but Wilkes gently stops him.

By this time Lucius had finally gotten the story out of astill sobbing Selwyn as both boys could hear him making his way through the crowd that had formed outside of the fifth year's dorms. Once reaching the room, Lucius made a beeline towards Evans unconscious form. Unwrapping Severus's pathetic bandages with a flick of his wand. "He's lost too much blood." He turns to Wilkes, "Is he injured too?"

"Don't think so, but he did hit his forehead pretty hard. Might just be a small concussion." Wilkes replies as he takes notice of Severus's annoying expression as he tries to rub off the ink stains from fingers on Wilkes's robes. "Might have also bit his tongue, there's blood on his teeth."

"Right, let's get these boys up to the Hospital wing." Lucius transfigures a pillow into a stretcher slowly levitating Rosier to lay upon it. Careful to keep his head straight and elevated at the same time.

"Up you go, Snape." Is the last he hears Wilkes say before everything goes black.


The sun is shining an iridescent pink through the stained-glass windows of the Hospital Wing when Severus comes to. He notices his wand is resting on the small table beside his bed and reaches for it. A quick Tempus informs him that if half past two, meaning he missed his Double Potions and Herbology lessons. Brilliant, now he has to wait a whole other week to gather ingredients for his Euphoria Elixir.

He will have to speak to Professor Slughorn about scheduling extras classes. Maybe Slughorn would let him tag along one of his seventh year's classes if he asked nicely, for educational purposes, of course. Then, he will also have to find a way to sneak into the Green Houses for his ingredients because who is Severus kidding, he is never one to wait around for class time to work on his projects! He's so close to figuring out how to counteract the side effects to the Elixir to Induce Euphoria, he could practically taste it! So into his own bubble of genius brewing Severus was that he didn't even notice when a figure opened his curtains that separated him from the rest of the Hospital's patients.

"I see you're up and well, Severus." Narcissa Black, clad in her perfectly ironed robes and perfectly styled hair, closes the curtains behind her as she moves closer. "I brought you your spare uniform. Though I couldn't find your pair of blacks." Narcissa notes as she places the bundle of clothing next to him. "I asked Regulus for one of his own. You're about the same size, if a bit shorter. I'm sure they'll fit just fine."

"Rosier?" Severus asks because the last time he saw him, Rosier was close to creating his own pool of Blood-Replenishing Potion.

"Is doing just fine. Nothing Madam Pomfrey can't fix. Now, get dressed and come down for lunch. You didn't eat breakfast this morning. You also did not show up for dinner the night before. Honestly, you're just like Regulus during his Quidditch practices." Narcissa leaves him with his clothes and a faint kiss mark on his already bruised forehead.

"See you..." Severus softly replies as he slowly removes the light hospital blanket and stands on bare feet. Cold, he thinks as he closes the curtains around hisbed to change out of the gown Madam Pomfrey had undoubtedly dressed him in after seeing his own covered in ink and blood. He would need to owl his Mum. A heavy sigh escaped his lips, it's not like he wants to keep it from his mother. But Severus had already ruined a pair of trousers when he went out to The Forbidden Forest only a couple of weeks into the school year.

I know you like foraging your own ingredients Valentin,

but please be careful next time.

Ask Lilium to accompany you if she's able to,

Merlin knows that girl is the only one able to keep your head where it belongs.

The use of his first name always made Severus feel like a small child. Lily has also expressed how his mother is the only one to ever call her by her given name. Not even Mr. And Mrs. Evans call her Lilium and they're the ones that named her!

And then last time he had to ask for a new shirt, courtesy of one Sirius Black, all his mother had said was to remember to return the favor ten-fold and not to worry about getting in trouble.

I once had trouble with a Black during my time at Hogwarts.

If he's anything like his mother, duty will have him

mellowing out sooner or later.

The life of an heir, pay no mind to him.

If he does continue to give you trouble you owl me and I'll schedule a Curtesy Call with Lady Black.

A new jumper and vest were also attached to the shirts his Mum had sent. Three to be exact, just in case, said the end of the note.

Finishing buttoning up his shirt, Severus grabbed his trousers only to realize he only had one pair of said trousers left. So, what exactly did Narcissa bring him? His spare uniform of course. Just not the one he was expecting. That's what the Head Girl had meant when she said she couldn't find Severus's blacks. Narcissa had referred to his nylons. Because Narcissa had brought him his Omegan uniform. Skirt and all. Now that he thought about it, his shirt did fit a bit too snug on his chest and torso.

Well, fuck.