Dear Severus Snape (Snarry Fanfiction)

Chapter Twenty Six

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The next morning, Harry and Snape sat at the kitchen table, engrossed in all the Potion's books they could find. Harry was studying for his Potions Mastery Test, and Snape was trying to solve the mystery of what potion Harry had been slipped a few hours earlier.

"I've done all the diagnostic spells I can think of." Snape muttered, clearly annoyed. "But I cannot figure out which potion was used."

Harry shrugged.

"We'll just have to do more research. It felt kind of like the Imperious curse, but stronger."

Snape frowned.

"Most potions don't act like spells. You usually need an antidote, or you just have to wait for it to wear off."

Harry shrugged again.

"Well, whatever it is, I don't care to experience it again."

"I don't doubt that." Snape murmured, eyes narrowing as he examined a potions book. "You really have no clue as to who may have slipped you the potion?"

Harry's eyebrows furrowed as he thought.

"There was a strange man at the bar last night, I guess. He was...trying to buy Hermione a drink or something. When Ron told him to leave her alone, he got oddly....polite."

"Do you remember what he looked like?"

Harry shook his head.

"Not really. Besides, he could've been wearing a glamour. We have no way of knowing who it was."

Snape frowned. He found the whole situation somewhat...disturbing.

"You know," Harry continued, leaning his elbows against the kitchen table, "Who says it has to be a potion? You yourself said that most potions don't have that kind of an effect, so why couldn't it be a spell?"

Snape let out a sigh.

"It could have very well been a spell, you're right. However, that kind of spell takes an enormous amount of power to cast. So much in fact, that you can usually feel the casters magic humming around you. You would also typically feel a....dark... presence around you."

Harry stood up from the kitchen table, absentmindedly beginning to make coffee.

"I guess you're right. I usually feel kind of...tingly...whenever a spell is cast on me. Last night I didn't feel anything like that."

Snape nodded, continuing to flip through his book while he took in Harry's words.

"What if it's a potion or spell that doesn't exist?" Harry suggested, placing a mug of steaming coffee in front of Snape.

Snape noted that it was black, and felt somewhat pleased about it, until Harry placed the cream and sugar in front of him. He scowled slightly as he glanced up at Harry.

"What are you going on about, Potter?"

"Well, I'm just saying, it could be like your experiments. Someone could have invented something for the very purpose of trying to control me, or whatever their intentions were."

Snape took a sip of coffee, inwardly cringing at its bitterness.

"Hm. What exactly was the purpose of it, though? It seemed to turn you into a cold blooded sociopath. What do they gain from that?"