A Special Potion

7 minutes in heaven

°•°*Harry POV*°•°

I wake up with a strange feeling. 'Why do I feel so...what is this.' I sit up and stretch in my bed, taking a look around the room. Ron had just woken up also, basically rolling out of bed and sitting on the ground. "Hey mate. Oh look at that. The bags under your eyes are gone." He smiles up at me sleepily as he starts to get dressed. "I wonder what made them go away." I feel my face, waking up my skin and gently rubbing my neck.
"It's called sleep. You must be well rested."
"....is that what I'm feeling?"
"I forget you never sleep. Yes, yes it is. Now take your jolly arse to breakfast."

We head to breakfast and sit at the table with Hermoine, our glasses filling up by themselves. "Wow Harry. Looks like you finally got some sleep." She takes a small bite of toast and smiles at me. "Ah yeah. The potions Snape had me try yesterday calmed me down so much that I slept like a brick." I start to fill my plate up with a couple slices of toast and some bacon. "That is such an unusual punishment. What if we were studying posions?" I shrug and start to eat. My friends look at me as I start to eat, eating more than I have this whole week. They smile at eachother and slide more food my way, happy that I'm not just picking at my food.

Breakfast is almost over when a large hand rests on my shoulder. I turn to see Professor Snape, glancing at me only from the corner of his eye. "Potter, come with me please. And bring fruit. You need to balance your meals." He gracefully walks off, leaving all three of us almost slack jawed. "What in blood hell...no insult, no grabbing you, and even tells you to eat better....without insult...something isn't right." Ron eyes the tall figure suspiciously. I smile a bit and shrug. "Well I prefer this than insults, now if you'll excuse me." I grab a plate with a small bowl of yogurt, watermelon slices, bananas, strawberries, and a couple more different fruits. I follow the tall figure, catching up to him quickly. I grab a strawberry and hold it out. "Berry?" He looks at the fruit then back in front of him. "No."

I eat a few small berries on our way to wherever we were going. I felt so energetic today that I didn't even care if I was in trouble or not. Down and down we went in the old castle. Soon we were walking through the dungeons, the only light sources were torches and green light marbleing on the wall from the lake reflection on the windows. We finally come to a stop at an unfamiliar door. "This is my personal quarters Harry. We have permission from Dumbledore to spend the day here until we figure out an anecdote to your potion failure yesterday." I stand a little shocked as he unlocks the door with his wand, it slowly creaking open. "Ah what happened with the potion yesterday?" We both step in and he closes the door, a few torches lighting up a dim room. Greenish black hues slowly danced their way among the walls, illuminating the room fully. I look to see where the light was coming from, walking to a large window that looks out into the dark lake. "You break it and I'll have no issue feeding you to whatever dwells among the depths." A small smirk plays among my lips as I turn to look at the room. It was only slightly as I thought it would look like. A small corner of the room held shelves decorated with many different potions. I walk across the room, studying the simple decor of the living area then the kitchen area. It wasn't as dark and dank as I thought it would be, but actually smelled of burning cedar and was oddly warm.

"So...about the potion yesterday? I feel fine, why do I need an antidote?" I sit at a small table in the kitchen area, nibbling on a slice of watermelon. "You feel fine. See, you added something extra some how and now you have taken a certain potion...call it a love potion if you must. After taking it you should feel your body on fire and a little light headed, your body will then release a pheromone that attracts..." I watch his face fade into an unfamiliar one. "Attracts....?" I question him as I still eat some blueberries. "Potter I swear I will dump that plate into the garbage. Do not talk with your mouth full. Now follow me." I get up and curiously follow him into another room, then into a spiraling stairwell. "Sooo....what is the potion's affects?" I watched the torches slowly light themselves as we descended farther and farther. "...the potions cause you to unleash pheromones. The first person you see will be the only one affected by it. It creates a...certain desire." I stop dead in my tracks as everything clicked. "Potter keep walking. My personal potion's lab is down here. And don't think I want to do anything with you. Insufferable child...this is why it is important we figure out an antidote." An evil smirk dances on my face as I think of how much I can get back at him for the years of torture and detention. "Okay. Let's go!" I take the lead happily, almost seeming to float down the stairs.

We enter a room full of shelves with ingredients, potions, small cauldrons, and closets full of many ingredients. Two large round tables sit in the middle of the room, covered with notes and books. "Potter, I need you to get a few ingredients on this list." He hands me a small parchment with neatly written letters. I read off the list and slowly make my way around the room, mentally checking off the items on the list. I place everything on one of the tables and go for the last ingredient. "Snape...where are....Crystals of....how do people get passion into a crystal." I look to him with confusion, my eyes slowly beginning to study him as I realize he took his robe off. A sleeveless top is left to show off his arms. He was muscular, not what you would expect from an old potions teacher. "Harry, keep your eyes to yourself, and they're in the small closet over there." He points to a small closet halfway hidden by a couple cabinets. I make my way over and instantly find the crystals....just one issue. I try reaching up and they are just out of my reach. I've never once had issues with my height, but this...this pissed me off. I try a few more times before I suddenly feel a body softly brush against my back. I turn to look and find Professor Snape, his face as strict as usual, but his hair had been pulled back. He places a hand on my hip as he reaches up and grabs the jar, then simply turns and walks away. "Wow..." he stopped to look back at me, giving me a look of soft confusion. "Ah sorry. Just never seen you with your hair pulled back...you look nice..." I study his features a bit as he continues to stare at me, his mouth moving to say something but closing. "Ah but you left some hair out." I move without thinking, moving closer to him. "P-Potter stay back. The root is wearing off and you'll end up-" his sentence was cut off as he trips, I try to catch him but he falls back into the door, slamming it shut as I fall onto him. We sit still in the darkness of the closet, our mind trying to find out what had just happened. "Off of me. Right now, get up." He gently tries to push me off of him, I scramble off without needing to be told again.

I could hear him sigh softly in the darkness. "Bloody hell Potter...leave it to you..." I find myself against a shelf, leaning against it. "I'm sorry...just open the door and we can go out."
"That would be amazing....except one thing."
"And that is...."
"This closet is locked....from the outside...."
"Okay then just use your wand. Mine is out there."
"....so..."
"Really?"
"Look, you need to stay over there and I will stay right here...someone will come eventually. But until then, do not come near me. It's hard enough right now."

I sigh and sit down, backed away as far as possible from him. "I'm sorry..." I look forward into the darkness, trying to make an outline of Snape. "It's fine Harry...." I hear him sigh and move around. "So...I'm not Potter anymore?" I let out a small chuckle. This was my chance to get revenge for all these years. "Say...Severus...what would happen if I got closer..." I hear shuffling as if he were trying to get farther into the wall and away from me. My plan seemed to lay itself out then and there.