Broken (Harry Potter Love Story)

The Half-Blood Prince

[ Quick Note : I edited the last chapter, just one small paragraph just Dumbledore asking Dawn to join in with his and Harry's lessons. I thought it was best she would join them since this'll help them in the future! ]

Third Person Point of View
Dawn walked up to Professor Snape's office, biting her lip gently as she got up the courage to knock on the dark wooden door. She had tried to think of things to do for her future but none were coming to mind for her. What did she want to do with her life? She never was able to really think about it or had anybody really believe in her that she had a future.

She heard a monotone voice tell her to enter and she walked into the dark office and looked around her surroundings in the office, not looking at her professor yet.
Somehow Professor Snape had made this office ten times spooky then in the classroom, she didn't know how but he did.

There were multiple things on the shelves in jars, like eyeballs, tails, goo, and teeth. And just more pictures decorated along the walls of people in deep agonizing pain or maybe dead, the whole room was not sitting well in her stomach and tore her gaze from the room to look over to her Head of House.
"Sit." He gestured to the chair across from his desk, Dawn taking the offer and looking over to her professor.
"Before you go back to your classes, we need to discuss on what you want to do for your future. Make sure you're taking the correct classes for it." Dawn nodded in response and sat there to try and think of her options.
"I've...never really thought about what I'd like to do in the future, so I really don't know." She said, running a hand through her hair gently and biting her lip nervously.
"Well, you have quite a few for your grades." Snape said and grabbed some parchment, no doubt with her grades, listening as he gave her her options on her future. "You could become a Auror with these classes, work in one of the Ministry of Magic department's if you please, even a Healer." He told her and turned his gaze away from the piece of parchment to look over to the girl with his dark eyes.

Dawn really couldn't think where she could fit in with those three options, none of them really sparking anything in her with interest, especially working  with the Ministry of Magic. "I-I really can't think of a good fit for me with those three options. Can I mull over these and get back with you in like...a week?" She asked.
Snape thought about her offer of giving her a week to think about her future and nodded gently. "Fair enough, Miss. Michealson. I expect you to have a answer in a week." He told her and Dawn nodded, swearing she will have a answer in a week.

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After Dawn's talk with her Head Of House about her future, it was all she could think about. Should she be a Auror, maybe a Healer, or maybe work in some department in the Ministry, but she didn't think about it since she hated the Ministry and how they handled things.
But she couldn't think about it too much because she realized that she was going to be late for Potions.

She hurried down to the dungeon where the Potions lesson was going to be held by their new Professor that Harry was talking about earlier, she was curious on how he was going to do with teaching this class.

She entered the classroom right as everyone was piling in, looking to see the students keeping close with their house. Except for one little Hufflepuff, who joined her boyfriend and his friends on their table. She found the Slytherin table and she walked over and sat next to Draco, since he was the only one she really knew in this group of Slytherin's that was free, Cat having no free space on either side of her.

As everyone got themselves settled, and Slughorn seemed to be helping Ron and Harry, she looked around the classroom to see how he decorated. Usually the Potion's room was dark and depressing in general. But as she looked to took note on how...more comfortable this room was. It would smell horrible from the potions Snape would either brew or from the things he kept in the room that gave it a creepy and eery vibe. Now it actually smelled...nice, it was a distant smell but she was able to identify what she was smelling.