Snape's Apprentice (Severus Snape Love Story)

Chapter 3

I wake up after a night of dreamless sleep and feel refreshed far more than usual. I am leaving this awful place for good! I walk into my bathroom and do all the necessities. I walk out with my long hair gracing my shoulders and back. I am wearing a pair of black skinny jeans, ballet flats and an emerald green tunic top. Its cinched just below the bust and has sleeves that go down to my elbows. I am also wearing the bracelet my father left for me as always. It’s a silver snake band that goes around my wrist. It has small emerald eyes that glint red in the light. They are called blood emeralds.

I put on a black jacket and stick my hair behind my ear. Looking into the mirror I can see the image of my mother at least where my eyes are concerned and some other small features. Mostly I look like how my father did before he fell. When he was still human. 

I leave silently before they notice and appearate to the train station. I walk through the brick column at Platform 9 and ¾. I see the train I need and head for the instructors side of the train. There are no students on this ride since instructors are supposed to be there before hand. I look down at my details and see that I am supposed to go to the very last compartment. I walk there stopping every now and then to greet other instructors who say hello. So far I have met Professor Flitwick, Sinestra, McGonagall, and Sprout.

I finally make it to the compartment finding it empty except for a single suitcase in the hanger. I put my stuff in the hanger on my side and sit down. I feel like this will be boring and I need a nap. I start listing off ingredients under my breath and lean my head against the window.

“Lacewing Flies, boom slang skin, newt’s eyes, toad tongues, dragons blood, bezoar, powdered unicorn horn.....” I finally fall asleep. 

I wake up to a stern and strangely familiar voice. I open my eyes, my vision is blocked from the hair in my eyes but I can make out a dark and domineering figure.

“We are almost there. Get up whoever you are.” He says. I yawn groggily and move my hair behind my ear. It’s the man from the apothecary! His eyes widen, it looks like he is just as surprised as I am.

“You!” He says crossly. My eyes widen also and I respond.

“Me.” He glares and stalks towards me and lifts me up by my arm. I gasp from his grip.

“What are you doing here?” I glare and try to tear my arm from his. Why does he always seem to get a hold of the one with the bad shoulder?

“I am here to begin an apprenticeship. Now, if you would kindly release my bad arm it would be much appreciated.” He reluctantly lets go and I step away from him. “It’s always got to be the one with the bad shoulder with you doesn’t it?” I mutter. I turn from him to grab my bags from the hanger and wince as my shoulder re-dislocates once more. I drop my case and it pops open as I clutch my shoulder. My potion supplies fall out, luckily not breaking, so do a few of my books, my potions notebook, and some of my under garments.

“Bugger!” I say to myself more than to him. He looks at my stuff, with a slightly pink tinge as he views my panties lastly. I would be embarrassed too if I wasn’t so bothered by my shoulder.

I flick my wrist and all of my things make their way back into the case. He looks back up to me.

“Who are you and who are you apprenticing under and for what subject?” He ask curious, though still manages to maintain a glare.

“Its Ms. Riddle. I am supposed to be apprenticing under Professor Snape, she is supposedly the greatest potions master of her time, which leads to the last answer of your three part question... I am apprenticing for the subject of potions. He blanches ever paler than he was before.

“She, you say?” I glare at him.

“Did I stutter?” He looks taken back by my reply.

“No.”

“Good.” I put a shrinking charm on my belongings and pick them up so I don’t hurt my shoulder and walk out since the train stopped.

He stands there looking gob smacked. I smirk as I make my way off the train.