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Poisoned by James Potter himself, (Y/N) spent m...
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Third Persons POV "You were seen by no less than seven Muggles!" Snape said and slammed the Daily Prophet on his desk that he and (Y/N) had read the same morning. "Do you have any idea how serious this is?"
(Y/N) stood next to her friend with a sympathetic look on her face. 'Well, Sev was always grumpy back then,' (Y/N) thought as she glanced down at Harry Potter and his best friend, Ron Weasley.
"Not to mention that Professor (L/N) had just returned, and you've already given her trouble by letting her clean up your mess!" Back when (Y/N) was a student, she would sometimes hang out by the Whomping Willow.
It would never attack her for some reason, maybe because she was one of the only Slytherin that wouldn't try to vandalize it. When Harry and Ron crashed into the tree, it left scratches all over the tree and broken branches all over the ground.
(Y/N) saw them and ran over to help them get out of Arthur Weasley's car. Sadly, the Whomping Willow didn't recognize (Y/N), and she got thrown around for about two seconds before she slipped out in time to save the boys.
"Not to worry, Severus dear. It's only a few scratches," (Y/N) said calmly. Harry and Ron looked at each other with guilt all over their face when they saw the bruises and minor bloody cuts on (Y/N)'s face and body.
Even her dress got ripped on a few ends, but her hair stayed the same. That's a relief. "I assure you that were you in Slytherin and your fate rested with us, the both of you would be on the train home tonight!"
"But they are not in Slytherin like us, Sev. I think it'd be best to leave their punishment to the Head of Gryffindor House. As it is—"
"Right you are, Professor (L/N)." Dumbledore and McGonagall appeared inside the room, making Harry and Ron sigh relief when the two Gryffindor teachers showed up. "Headmaster! These boys have flouted the Decree for the Restriction of Underage Wizardry. As such—"
(Y/N) silently hissed in pain and looked down at her hand. The veins on her wrist were visible, just like what she looked like in her unconscious state about a year ago when she came into contact with her father.
Dumbledore glanced at (Y/N)'s hand before going back to the boys. 'He knows. Of course, he knows, he's Albus Dumbledore,' (Y/N) thought. "Excuse me," (Y/N) said before walking out of Snape's office.
Harry caught a glimpse of (Y/N)'s hand and squinted his eyes to get a closer look, but (Y/N) walked quickly back to her chambers before Harry could see any more. After the boys have received their punishment, Harry and Ron walked back to their chambers and went to bed.
~the next day~
The following day, everyone gathered in the Great Hall for breakfast. Snape and (Y/N) ended up running late due to Snape constantly telling (Y/N) to go to Madam Pomfrey to get those scratches treated, which the Whomping Willow caused.
(Y/N) never minded the stinging of the scratches and the slightly weak pressure on the bruises, but Snape dragged her to the Hospital Wing and wouldn't let (Y/N) attend breakfast until Madam Pomfrey treated her wounds.
Snape and (Y/N) sat next to each other at breakfast like always. But there was one obstacle that had interrupted their peaceful meal. "Would you care for a small glass of Gin, Professor (L/N)? I got it as a gift from a wizard whom I saved from being eaten by a Hungarian Horntail."
Gilderoy Lockhart. The whole staff knows how much of a fraud he was, but (Y/N) has never heard of him before; nor has she read his books like the other women who did. But (Y/N) was smart enough to see right through him.
"That's very kind of you, Gilderoy, but I do not, nor will ever, care to drink such a thing." (Y/N) smiled kindly. "I'm sure a little sip wouldn't kill you." Lockhart winked and tried to show off by opening the bottle of Gin by himself.
Half of the staff and mostly the students were snickering while watching Lockhart struggle to open the bottle. "Nothing like a little magic can't fix." Lockhart laughed and pulled out his wand.
"Gilderoy, using magic to open a bottle of Gin isn't wise—"
"Aberto!" Lockhart smirked and looked around to see if anybody was watching him. Everybody was watching, and the students were ready to laugh in case Lockhart would mess up.
Gilderoy did mess up after all by letting the lid shoot up like a rocket. The top aimed to hit a student's forehead, making the student fall out of their seat. The chatter in the Great Hall soon bursts into laughter.
The students laughed at Lockhart, who messed up the spell, but Draco Malfoy, the student who ended up with a giant, red bump on his forehead. "Aberto is a spell to open doors, Professor Lockhart, or did you forget?"
(Y/N) threw a fake smile at Lockhart and stood up from her seat to check on the student that fell off the bench. The laughter died down as students wanted to avoid being glared at by their new teacher.
The witch made her way over to Slytherins' table and bent down to look at Draco Malfoy's injury. "My father will hear about this! He'll have that bloody idiot banned from this school, for life!" Draco whined.
"You're alright, dear. It's just a small bruise. It'll heal." (Y/N) swept Draco's loose, gelled hair out of his face and helped him back up to our feet. She kissed Draco on the forehead and sat him back down with his friends.
"Uh— Thanks..." Draco said softly. (Y/N) smile and nodded. "Anytime, love," Draco said nothing after that and continued eating. 'That's her. That's the witch my father was talking about the other day.'
Draco thought while watching (Y/N) walking back to her seat next to his godfather, Professor Snape. "Was that—"
"Draco Malfoy? Yes, indeed." Snape said, quickly answering (Y/N)'s question. "You know, I wasn't supposed to tell you this, but since that information is kinda pointless now, I might as well..."
Snape gave (Y/N) a questioning look. (Y/N) had been longing for Severus's full attention, but it felt wrong, for this was not the proper conversation to gain the eyes of the love of her life.
"I was supposed to end up with Lucius, not Narcissa." (Y/N) She rested her chin on her hand and made complete eye contact with Severus. She was afraid that Severus would never speak to her again, but they did promise each other to tell each other everything.
"I am aware of your past, Miss (L/N). There is no need for you to get shaken up about an arranged marriage from our childhood." Snape rolled his eyes and took a sip of his drink. (Y/N) got stuck in her thoughts again.
She debated if she should tell Severus about that night at (L/N) manor and her mother's death. It only took a moment for (Y/N) to flash forward through the scenes from what happened that night in her head.
Then it came to her mind: 'Severus and Lucius use to hang out with each other at Hogwarts. Could he be—' (Y/N)'s thoughts were interrupted by Dumbledore, who announced that he'll see everyone at dinner and that it was time for morning classes.
"I'll see you later, Sev." (Y/N) smiled and separated ways with her best friend and on her way to her classroom. But those thoughts (Y/N) was thinking about; she was wondering if it were possible that Severus was working with Lucius.
