Walking very slowly, Harry made his way to one of the two chairs in front of the Professor's desk. None of the anger the man had previously displayed seemed to have dissipated during the walk; if anything it seemed to have incremented tremendously. As soon as he sat down, Snape was sure to lay into him. He would begin to yell and Harry was not sure he would be able to keep his temper. This was the man that had made his hatred for him very clear during their short encounter, who loved to ridicule him in front of the whole school.
Most people had heard his story; as weird as that was for him; and were aware that he was raised by muggles, that he had no experience with magic, and yet Snape had asked him questions he definitely did not know the answer to. Not many people in class appeared to know where to get a bezoar; well, besides Hermione; so why was he supposed to know?
What was really bothering him was not the fact that he had not known the answer to Snape's question; he had made peace with the idea that he was bound to find a vast amount of things he did not know how to do in the magical world seeing as he did not grow there; but how the man had pointed out his lack of knowledge for everyone to laugh at. And what was worse, Snape now had a good reason to bother him even more. He had not even managed to sneak out without getting caught! The man was sure to parade him around school and announce with an evil sneer that he, the famous Potter, could not do something so simple as keeping out of sight, that he was a failure as a wizard, that he was no good at anything.
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Snape watched as the emotions passed through the child's face. There was definitely a hint of nervousness, clearly brought about by the impending repercussions of his little escapade, there was also some anger. Whatever the child was thinking was enough to make him fume and move his hands to under his legs, probably in an attempt to keep them from forming into fists. And then there was resentment.
Could that mean that the child did remember?
No. No, he could not. Potter had been no more than a year old. He could not remember anything that had happened during those few days.
It had been a long time since Snape had commanded the child to take a seat in one of the chairs in front of him. Silence had reigned heavily, imploring to be broken, but Snape was at a loss for words. As soon as he had spotted both Weasley and Potter emerging from the oaf's hut he had decided that both children needed to be taught a lesson. Weasley was quickly taken care of, as he could very easily persuade any Professor in the school, including McGonagall, to impart an appropriate detention activity, yet Potter was a different matter. Most of the Professors were extremely reluctant to even raise their voices at said child in fear of tarnishing the fame that hung over the boy's head. He, however, was not. He was more than capable of providing the appropriate punishment for such transactions. Nonetheless, now that he had the opportunity he was unsure as to what that punishment would be. Clearly, he could not rely on other Professors. He had to do it himself.
"Mr. Potter" finally said Snape after sitting down in his own chair and readjusting his hands in front of him, causing the child's head to snap up, "you will be serving detention with me. I expect you to be in my office tomorrow directly after your classes. I have in my possession," continued Snape as he saw the child's mouth open as he began to form a protest, "a series of cauldrons that would benefit from a very thorough cleaning, which I am sure you will be able to provide, and after which, I will determine if you have indeed learned your lesson or if you require more than one afternoon of such activities." Seeing as Potter's hands had found their way into tight fists once again, he could not help but to add "However, because I am positive that you have a few minutes to spare, seeing as you did not remain in the castle as you were supposed to, I will provide you with the necessary instruments for you to complete a series of lines that will help ensure the message sinks in."
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FanfictionAfter the death of the Potter's, their only son was left alone in the world, but it was up to one powerful wizard to decide his fortune. Promises made, no matter how low they are whispered, must be kept. Pain and sorrow endured. All for one end, to...