Potions Class Gone Wrong -Harry Potter Fanfiction-

Chapter Six-Severus Snape

     Draco awoke slowly, blinking rapidly and stretching languidly on the comfy bed. He couldn't move his left arm, however, and frowned, looking down at it. His eyes widened upon seeing a sleepy mini-Potter laying on it, before his memories caught up to him, making him wince, and unconsciously tuck the smaller form into his frame. 

     He softly petted the boys long silky locks, his fingers becoming tangled in the thick mass frequently. He frowned. He'd need to teach the boy about combing his hair more often. He searched the small face, finding it more peaceful and at ease than he had ever seen it before. Upon seeing a bruise on Harry's face, bright purple and vaguely in the shape of a large hand print, concern washed over him rapidly. 

     Harry slowly woke up, reluctant to leave the soft heaven of clouds, and a loving feeling of being petted. Even as his life seemed to be slowly fading from his memories, he couldn't remember ever being doted on, and he wanted to bask in the feeling while he could. 

     Though, with reluctance he opened his eyes, thinking the doting was his imagination, but it turned out to be as real as his plushies, he found upon opening them and blinking up at the bright form which he was cuddled into.

     He felt his face flush and finding himself cuddled into Draco Malfoy, but found himself relaxing as the petting continued. "It's okay, Harry," Draco said softly, and Harry looked up from his embarrassed gaze. 

     "Where's Aunt Petunia?" Harry asked in a moment of confusion. His mind didn't seem to understand that Draco meant Hogwarts, and Hogwarts meant no Petunia. Draco frowned. 

     "I don't know. You're with me, at Hogwarts. Raven, do you know why you have such a large bruise on your face?" Draco asked quietly, refusing to stop petting the boy. It seemed to be calming him significantly and he was doing what he could to make sure Harry remained such a way. 

     "Uncle Vernon hurt me for messing up suppa," He mumbled, eyes dropping at the ministrations on his head. Draco's head stuttered, before he picked back up. He said nothing, confusing Harry for a moment before he slipped back into the land of sleep, his body at ease and his mind telling him he didn't need to worry about his Aunt and Uncle. 

     Draco's head was a whirlwind of thought. He was positive now that Harry was an abused child, and he was fearing that Harry's body would go through whatever injuries he received at what age. He just hoped Harry didn't feel any pain from it. He sighed, and snuggled the now sleeping form into his side. He needed to owl his Godfather.

     It ended up being several hours later before he had a chance to pen a note. Harry slept for another few hours, and after that they had breakfast. He sent Harry off to the shower and then sat down, quickly writing out a brief note that got to the point, just as the Potions Master would want it.

     Severus,

     Harry is losing his memories and it is becoming evident that as he reverts back to his younger self, his instincts are coming through. I believed he was abused as a child, as bruises are appearing from nowhere on his body, along with several other signs. Please visit when you can, to see for yourself the damage, and so I may inquire about the potion to bring Potter back to his true self.

     Dragon. 

     He whistled shrilly, and his darkly colored eagle swooped into the room gracefully. 

     "To Severus," Draco said softly, tying the letter to the creatures leg. It gave a light shriek before departing out of the window it had arrived in. It was only several minutes later that Harry came in, his hair a fluffy mess and his clothes clinging to his still wet body. Draco frowned. The boy really was too scrawny for his own good. 

     "Come here, Harry. Sev should be coming soon and we have to do something with your hair to make you presentable," Draco sniffed, quickly gathering a comb and waiting for Harry to reluctantly join him on the couch.

     "Sev?"

     "Severus Snape, our potions teacher." Draco said absentmindedly. 

     "Oh." 

     Draco worked diligently, but his efforts turned out to be almost fruitless. When he deemed it to be in the best condition it could be in, he sighed, and sat back to wait for the potions master. Harry got up, going to inspect his hair and Draco watched with amusement as he turned his head side to side.

     He them summoned Harry and some bruise paste over to himself, gently applying the substance. "Does it hurt?" He asked curtly.

     "No."

     "Good. This is a paste that will heal it. It should be gone in an hour or so." 

     "Okay."

     Short answers were not something Draco thought was normal for someone of Harry's age, but decided to keep that to himself and gently apply the substance to the bright purple bruise covering the majority of Harry's right side. 

     It was a half hour later that there was a curt knock on the door, causing both of the room occupants to jump, before Draco quickly opened it. The potions master walked in, robes billowing behind him. His eyes trained on Harry, or more specifically the bruise on his face. It was now turning a yellow color. 

     Draco quickly explained the paste, and Severus nodding, before stepping before Harry. "What do you remember of me, child?" He asked, hardly remembering to soften his tone. Harry still flinched slightly, causing Severus' eyes to narrow mutely.

     "Your...your Severus Snape...you helped me protect myself against that snake man..." Harry mumbled, thinking hard. Draco raised an eyebrow in question, and Severus narrowed his eyes in challenge at the blond, before his attention snapped back to Harry. "Your a snake as well....but not a mean snake...." He muttered, eyes mere slits as he thought hard. "And you teach a subject kinda like some things in my Science class, but harder." He said, nodding and looking up to see if he got that right. 

     Severus nodded curtly, and Harry smiled slightly, before his eyes went back to the floor. 

     "Good. What do you remember of Hogwarts?"

     "It's a magic school...but Aunt Petunia says magic isn't real. Uncle Vernon hurts me when I do things like magic." Severus' blinked. The only hint of his mask slipping at the mention of abuse because of accidental magic all magical kids were prone to at one age or another. 

     "Alright. Your full name." He said lowly, and Harry's eyes flickered to Draco in question, causing Severus' eyebrows to rise. 

     "The Gringotts one, Harry." Draco said quickly, and Harry nodded before turning back to him, and Severus' eyebrows twitched back into place.

     "Hadrian Evens James Potter Sir." He said quickly and clearly. Severus nodded slowly. 

     "Thank you, Hadrian. Would you mind letting me and Mr. Malfoy talk for a moment alone?"

     "You mean Draco? Okay, Sir." Harry said quietly, before darting off into his room. This man didn't scare him like his Uncle and Aunt, but he didn't have good experience with adults and it was a relief to be in the safety of...whatever this place was. 

     It was a huge room in his eyes. There was a green and blue bed with plushies that tempted Harry. Surely this wasn't his room? But he had woken up in it...Draco's room, Harry decided after a moment. He most likely had a space in the kitchen or under the stairs. That's what he was used to, after all. 

     Though, the plushies were too tempting to not play with, and Harry walked over to them in almost a trance, picking up the grim with shaky hands. Why did this seem so familiar?

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     Filler. I know. I know.