Finders Keepers | Severus Snape [Book Two]

Chapter Eight | Dark Arts

Author's Notes

These chapters may be long or short. Like I said, I haven't written in a while so I'm don't really remember how long I've made these.

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If I had to be honest, starting the school year with this schedule was pure anxiety. Even as I looked forward for my first Alchemy class, knowing that in just a few hours, I would have to walk into possibly the most dangerous class aside from Magical Creatures, the Dark Arts. And as I worked through my schedule, Potions class was the most depressing for myself. Slughorn was an amazing professor, I never got the chance to experience his intellect in Defense Against the Dark Arts last year, but I could see his reputation as one of the most favorite professors was true. 

He was patient and kind and had an enthusiasm as he taught us how to make Garrotting Gas, which is a potion thrown and emits a gas that suffocates your enemies. He wasn't at all like Severus Snape, who took pleasure of challenging his students that was almost similar to torture. But still, I sulked, wishing that my old Potions Master was still in this very room, even with his threatening composure. I almost felt guilty thinking about him. He didn't want me around, broke us off completely and I wondered if he even knew how heart broken I was.

Later in the day, that grueling wait for The Dark Arts class was inching closer. And there I stood with multiple students my age and grade, awaiting to be let into this class. I stood there, looking around to see if Summers has arrived yet and as I feared, she was nowhere to be seen. I shook my head, knowing if she decided to ditch this class, the repercussions will certainly be her demise. But, that was least of my worry.

All the way in the back, away from the group of students waiting, Liam stood there. He looked eager, his jaw clenched as he had his arms folded, waiting like the rest of us. I gulped, wondering if I should close in on him. As I thought this, his eyes lingered towards me and his jaw unclenched, worry filled his eyes as we made contact.

Suddenly, the door swung open and our new professor, Amycus Carrow appeared, with a grimace look on his face, almost smirking as he gazed upon us.

"Inside," he hissed, his smirk curling into a smile as we shuffled in, the students avoiding as much eye contact as we can. I did notice, however, some students greeting him kindly, which were obvious a couple of Slytherins as they entered the room. We walked around, some running to the back of the classroom, grabbing discreet desks so they would not be noticed. It was so fast and I noticed the only seats available would be the few tables towards the front.

I decided to take a desk of two a couple rows down and threw my book bag off my shoulder onto the desk. As I sat down, keeping my focus looking downward, pulling out my textbook, someone's book bag was thrown onto the desk I was on with a loud thud.

It was Liam.

I looked up astonished, wide eyed as he took his seat, not even giving me one glance.

"What..." I finally mumbled, "What are you doing?"

Liam looked at me and raised an eyebrow as he said, "I'm finding a seat. Everything else seemed taken, unless I want to sit with Slytherins I don't know," As he cocked his head towards the direction of very excited Slytherins on the other side of the classroom.

I glanced at the excited Slytherins and looked back at Liam as he took the seat next to mine. I didn't know what to say. We had so much baggage, I didn't know how to start a conversation without spitting insults to each other. Did he really have no choice to sit next to me or wanted reason to?

I didn't have too much time to think about it because Carrow walked past us and had the most dementing smile on his face.

"Children," he cooed as he glided around his desk, looking at every student with bright red shot eyes, "I am very excited to be chosen to show you the delicacies of true power!"