Unaccepted Love~ (TFP× HP Serverus Snape× Valkyrie {oc})

Chapter 1: I Would Never Like Snape...Or would I?

Valkyrie's POV

Ugh i have potions again with Snape, i sneered in my mind.

My digusted face caught the sight of my friends.

Blair, also known as Rocktop, snickered.

I glared at her and River gave me a light nudge. "Be nice!" She huffed pouting.

Marcus, also know as Primage hit us three femmes in the back of our helms.

"Our Creators wont like that we're bickering. And Shadowhide, your Carrier wanted to know if you were okay!" Primage stated.

"Ugh! Carrier is always wanting to know that Marcus!" I huffed, but i commed my adopted Carrier, Ratchet, anyways.

:.Sire, quit asking if im okay, cuz im fine!.: i grumbled.

{Be nice!} My Sire, Ironhide, scolds through our bond.

I cut off my end of the bond and walked through the halls to the dungeons.

My horns sat atop my helm and my tail brushed by my legs. I always used the excuse that they wouldnt dissapear so i could keep them out, my red wings fit snugly under my robes.

I walked, with my two 'sisters' and my 'brother', into the dungeon that held the Potions class.

"Ah, Ms Cain, you decided to join us did you and your primative family?" Snape asked snidely.

"Thats funny Professor," i sassed, "Cuz last time i checked, you liked Slytherins."

My snide comments were bound to get me more detentions. But they didn't.

"Marcus, River, Blair." I spoke, "Go sit down."

I stood my ground as it turned to a glaring contest between me and the rude Potions Master.

I stuck my nose up and huffed, turning on my heel and walking to my desk.

"Open your books to page 274!" Snivellus snapped.

I opened my book and looked at the script of my uncles. All the rude comments and snide remarks that would piss Snape off.

I was tempeted to call Uncle Sirius, but i couldnt let the humans know i was using mortal technology, so i stuck to calling him by Comms when i get back to my dorm.

We started with a simple potion, the one where we would find out who we loved, it was called 'Amortentia'.

I started brewing the potion with precision, it seemed to be a subject i was good at.

My potion turned a dusty violet purple colour and i knew it was done right.

Snape walked around and veiwed everyones potions. Once her was done, it was only me, Rocktop, Hermione, Draco and a few others, that had perfected our potions.

"Draco, pray tell, what does your potion smell of?" Snape asked in his attractive and oh so wise voice.

I would never like him... Or would i?

"Perfume, Roses and lake water." Draco explained, stating exactly how Pansy Parkinsons smelt.

"Okay, now Ms Cain, pray tell, what does yours smell of?" Snape asked snarkily.

"Rainwashed grass, moss, dust and..."

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Hehe, cliffhanger.
Cya'lls next chapter.

Shadow out.